A hot and sun baking day indeed came. Jordan offers a great deal of history. Paying a visit and respect to the remnant and ruins dating back thousands of years ago is something you have to do even in the brutal sun.
I visited Roman Theater and Citadel. Both are signature ancient architectures in Amman. Roman Theater witnessed the reign of the Roman Empire and Citadel tells something about Byzantines culture. Every single piece of the ruins imposes some overwhelmingly rich history.
Jordanian are extremely welcoming. Walking through the city, you often hear “welcome to Jordan” from nice strangers as well as creepy stares,vulgar gesture and foul language from creepy men. Islam is absolutely penetrating the dirt, air and sound. Most of men are in traditional Arabic robe and all the women have their hair covered in their hair dresses. Some women are completely hiding beneath a black outfit and veil. Prayer plays five times a day based around the movement of sun through numerous speakers from mosques throughout the city. When the prayer is calling, some Islamic men will gather in a group and knee down facing the same direction. There's very obvious division between sex. Men seem to have much time for their routins, hanging out, sipping tea, chatting and studying Islam. Women stroll through street with their female companies in their visible makeups. On my way to Citadel, I met Nour and her sister. They invited me to their hilltop house. It's a family compound where Nour and her several sisters and th
eir husbands and kids all live together with their mom and dad. This is a Palestinian family brought to Jordan years ago by the father. About two thirds of Arab Jordanians are Palestinians fled from Palestine after the previous three intifada (war). Like a lot of families, this family still has family members in Palestine.I had Maqlubbeh (rice with grilled slices of eggplant, meat and tomato)for dinner at Cairo restaurant.
No comments:
Post a Comment