A wedding at Queen Alia Airport
As I was cleaning up my computer, I found an old picture. I remembered that I wanted to blog about it a few years ago (2006)… there was one problem at that time. I was not sure how to post pictures! (thank God I become less technically challenged with time.)
I can see Nas rolling his eyes!
I was at Queen Alia airport, coming from Egypt. As I picked up my bag and went out of the immigration door, I came across a huge zaffe, with the dancers and the drums and the horns… the whole nine yards really!… the party was waiting for an Egyptian couple moving to Amman.
While waiting for the couple to come out, I chatted with an Egyptian lady with the party. I was told that the groom had been living in Amman for a few years. He went back home and brought his beautiful young bride with him. It was all delightfully romantic.
That happy look in her eyes caught my attention; she was thrilled by the promising possibilities of the future.
I remember thinking how excited she must have felt. She probably felt the world revolved around her that moment. What a chic start, she was moving into a new country fully made up… wearing the white laced-dress, she probably had dreamt of wearing all her life… I wondered about the scene before boarding the plane in Cairo… were her parents with her? Was the scene emotional?
A twinge of pity hits me whenever I look into these pictures… I almost feel sorry for that young lady, coming into the unknown with so much optimism! Looking forward to being with her handsome groom, looking forward to having her cinderalla- like life… every time, I find myself hoping she is happy wherever she is, and praying that had kept her optimistic look and happy smile.
Whenever I see the picture, I think of another young Egyptian lady, who moved to Amman around the same time. Hiyam helps clean my sister’s house. She is young and had so many illusions when she moved to Amman…
Someone would hardly believe the home she moved to in Amman. It is in the garage of a very prosperous Deir- Ghbar building. This automatically, means that Hiyam who grew up in some Egyptian village, has to live huddled together with her husband and her future children (they are two by now) in an 8-sq meters room. This very room also includes the bathroom, the kitchen, dining room and is more cluttered up and unaired than any common rat hole. …ohh and they also get to breathe the cars fumes as bonus. One could safely say they are not living there; they are rather COOKING.
The husband is a guard, who has to wake up at 3 AM to carry one of the tenant’s jackets. He is expected to 24/7 for 140 JDs. Hiyam did not go back to Egypt since 2006, because her husband’s contract does not include a vacation… the month he is away, he needs to bring another guard to replace him, and thus no salary for one month.
Hiyam helps him by cleaning houses for living… she hates how west Ammany madams lead frivolous, useless lives…how they are really not as classy as they try to convey to the world… this is manifested by their love to shout …but what she hates most is when they misplace their things and accuse her of stealing them…
Malgre tout, Hiyam is a cheerful human being… She thanks God that she has a roof above her head and a loving husband at her side!