To Balau with Mr. Ken

Preface: I wrote this peace of diary June 8, 2007. I didn’t add it ’cause my internet connection was suspended at that time. By the way, I should introduce you to the star of this diary, the unforgettable Mr. Ken.

Mr. Ken: His full name is Kenneth Henry, a Canadian history teacher, married to Mrs. Maxine, a co-citizen of him. When they came to Smakieh as volunteers to teach English in Al-Wassieh school, their family consisted of 2 boys-Hans and Eidden, and a girl-Ezibelle. Leaving Smakieh almost 2 years after their arrival, his family was increased by one girl since his wife got pregnant -probably she now has the Arabic name of Rana, as he showed interest in this name, more than one time.


[ Mr. Ken in the conversation class on Thursday, December 07, 2006. In the photo, he was asking his students in the conversation class-I, Hisham, Sohad, Janneen, probably teacher. To pause in order to take a photo us which to be sent to his family and friends in Canada, about his life in the between the dottiest spots on earth country!]

How would I describe their staying affecting me? Although I was totally confined with Tawjihi the first year they spent here, I would happily assert that they, mainly Mr. Ken, added a lot not only to my English, but also to my personality. Let me now explain the first, my English. Mr. Ken generously gave a precious 2 hours every week in order to give an extremely not only useful but also funny and enjoyable conversation class. The second one, to my personality, I learnt that you can say compliments without needing to lie; just pick the smallest beautiful thing and show your interest in it. I learnt that I should buying books to me should be as buying falafel, always and with eagerness.

A walk with Mr. Ken

This day is a very special day in my life, since it witnessed my first time to enter a Bedouin tent, and drink water from a bowl made from Aluminum, extremely wild and fantastic. How was this day arranged for?

Yesterday, Thursday, June 7, 2007. Me, my parents, my aunt –Um Ziad-. Went to the university in order to have a talk with the vice president of the University –Dr. Mohammed Al-Abadi. We were taken by my cousine, Abu Tareq. And in order to save some fuel. Mr. Ziad took us the same time with Mr. Ken in his daily going to the school of Wassieh. It was my first time to see Mr. Ken after a time of almost 3 months (At least!). He didn’t know about my absence from the university because, firstly, he didn’t mention anything about it. Secondly and most importantly, he asked me if I had finished my university?!. By the way, forget about the first reason I have mentioned here because it is meaningless. I have sorrowfully known that he is going to leave precisely in the 24th of June. Their reason for leaving one year before the end of their official period which is three years. It started in the summer of 2005 and it was supposed to be a three year old visit to Smakieh. Anyway, the reason is that his wife, Maxine, got pregnant and she is now in here 7th month.

To make a long story become short. I told him about my visit to this mysterious and very amazing site, Balau. He immediately showed interest in making a visit to that place and a meeting was appointed which was today, Wednesday at 4 o’clock. And I am gonna explain in detail what happened in this scheduled visit.

As we have arranged, I was at the front of his door at almost 3:55. I entered the main gate of his house then walked to the door. I was a little bit shy of going and knocking at the main door of his house. Thank God, I only needed to say Mr. Ken for not more than two times then the door was opened with a big smile on his face. He said:


-Oh! Jameel… Hi (prolonged hi).

-Hi (I said it with a red face and my head facing the ground- I will surely get red of this habit.)

Before turning around to start the journey, a large number of small cats grabed my attention in the corner of the corridor with their mother cat feeding them. I said:

“Wow! You have a lot of cats. How many cats did the mother cat give birth to?”

“Six”. He said with a big laugh.

“”. Surprised, I didn’t say a word. “It is a big number”, my face gesture showed.

“She is a perfect Arab cat”. He added. Both of us burst into laugh. Just then, we started our 70 minutes walk.

I only had my metal stick with me, not only as a supportive to help you walk but also as a protective from any potential danger, a snake for example. On the other side, Mr. Ken was wearing black glasses, a rounded hat, and having a bag on his back. This bag contained two bottles of water and his digital camera. To describe the area around Mr. Ken’s house. A harvester was working in the fields in front of Murad Nassrawin’s house. One more important thing, before entering Mr. Ken’s house. I found Murad Peter Musalam and Emran 3aid Muslam setting in front of Mu7’lis house. I passed them and said: “Al Salam Alikom”. “Hala”, Emran only answered with this word. What the hell about those people? They only greet you when you are on the top of the mountain. But if you slipped your foot and went down, most people will never pay any attention to you. They will even help to put you more down. Books, Books, Books… This is the only way to know how life and people goes around you.

We went passed the potential MP’s house, in this, I am talking about Teacher Za3al. (P.S. Dr. Raid is the only one who is gonna win this elections unless a non-hijazin candidate came in. We walked then pass a tent set for sheep in front of the olive farms. When passing through some shepherd, Mr. Ken did what he did for all people we met all around the road. He said “Hi!” waving his hand.

We continued the road killing the time talking about how Mr. Ken found Jordan and the Jordanian people. He talked about how he feels that Canadian people should have the hospitality and friendliness of the Jordanian people. And much more positive stuffs about his almost 2 year experience with the Jordanian people. For example, he said: “Many times, when I get into a bus. Many people whom I see for the first time will pay my bus bill. This is amazing how people whom you meet for the first time act with you!”. Hearing these words coming from his mouth made me feel how proud should I be of the customs and nature of simple Jordanian people.

We reached the part of the road where we should decide whether to continue out straight way through the fields planted by barely and wheat. We finally reached the choice of going through the fields. However, we only made a small walk then we turned east towards unplanted fields where our walking will be much more easier. Faster than I imagined, after passing by some tents of Azazmeh, there it was, the huge complex of the Balau with the Fortress of Balau standing almost in the middle of the huge complex. It came in front of us in less than a 70 minutes of walking. The day before, I was telling Mr. Ken that it needs almost two hours to get to Balau. As a result of my inaccurate information. Mr. Ken looked at his watch and after seeing how wrong my information was, he said:

“70 minutes, I thought that… [UI]”. He muttered.

“Umm… Umm…” I was confused at what to say. “I’m sorry, it might be because, because… The last time, I used to stop now and then and look at my way.” I said apologetically. In fact, I should have told him that my calculations were not so precise back then.

“” He didn’t add anything.

We completed our south to north way reaching the main road then turned 90 degrees and then headed west to the complex which was almost beside the road. I noticed an old man setting there with 2 women.

“It would be very useful of we can have a Bedouin guy as a tourist guide to us”. I suggested. “Do you think that we might get help by passing by them and saying hello”.

“Yes, I seems like a nice idea”. He answered with confidence.

I was like: “Are you really that confident of approaching people whom you don’t know”. Nevertheless, he showed complete confidence of this.

“As you wish, Mr. Ken” I talked to myself.

Before reaching them, we passed by a peace of land surrounded by piles of black rocks forming what seems to be like a circle. We stopped and I started trying to figure out what this rounded place could be, I suggested:

“It might be something like a small theatre?!”.

“Maybe!” he answered.

We were going to leave that intriguing place when I suddenly said with a relatively loud voice: “Wait!”. He turned and looked at me in a gesture I didn’t see, but I do expect that it consisted of a sense of being alarmed and waiting. “What happened? What is there?” He would probably would have said that. However, I didn’t give him the time to make any comment. I was already heading toward the center of the rounded structure then bending down to look closer towards a relatively big turtle which was hiding in its shell. It was just a matter of seconds for Mr. Ken to follow me then he bravely hold the turtle with his bare hand and told me that he give it the age between 10-15 years. “How can you know that?” I asked him eagerly to know the answer. He told me that he has a scale in his house which measures the length of the turtles back part and then gives you the age of the turtle. He added: “it is a female turtle, because it has a flat back part of the shell. While a male has a curved part not like this one.”

We reached the old man sitting with two young women. “He doesn’t want to talk with us.” I thought, because he gave his back to us. To my surprise, he turned his face to us suddenly with a smile that grow bigger and bigger as we approached him. Mr. Ken said: “Alsalamo Alikom”. And this would make the old man’s face brighter and then he headed towards us and shacked Mr. Ken’s hand then mine. Mr. Ken then asked him in Arabic about how he is doing and some other things. Finally, the old man pointed to a tent in the east of us and said in Arabic: “Come to my tent to have a cup of tea!”. I immediately translated this to Mr. Ken who in his turn had a big laugh of gratitude and said in Arabic: “Shokran! Ba’adin, Ba’adin”. Which means: “Thank you! Later, Later”.

I firstly took Mr. Ken to the cave that contained the bones and skulls of dead people. “you should take out your camera now!” I said. He took some pictures then we headed to the main fortress, where he took more and more photos. Later on, I took him to the main gate of the fortress and showed him the (secret) doorway and also showed him the underground houses, and the mill stone.

We decided to go to thenorthern edge of the fortress where we found how the fortress is naturally protected. Steep hills which are walls like gave it perfect protection from the north and the west. I found some different shred of potteries this time. Those shreds had some kind of black lines on them. I was later told by the old man that pieces of pottery that had coloring on them goes back to the Islamic period. We then continued our wondering through the different parts of the intriguing and very large complex. We finally finished our sight-seeing and headed to the tent of the old man. His name was Soliman. On our way there, Mr. Ken talked how he thinks that developed countries shouldn’t (steel) the treasures of the east and put it in their museums. I told him that I think that I consider it like a reward for the large effort and the huge amounts of money they put doing excavations in this area. I also told him that without the foreign expeditions, those treasures would probably have been destroyed.

We were taken to Al-Qasr by a Palestinian from Bethlehem who lives in Jordan (this is how he described himself). He told Mr. Ken that he has a large collection of coins that he can bring some sample of them to Mr. Ken.

A World Wonder… Petra

Hi! It is a week exactly since my last blog, and it is exactly the (biostatistics) lab again. The computer lab today is not like the last time, it is different in the number of students present and one could simply predict the reason which is the 1st exam of this subject which will take place tomorrow. Any way, this week was the most beautiful week from not a short period of time.

The contest to choose the new world wondrs was so harsh and difficult( as difficult as my exam tomorrow afternoon) I really didn’t expect that jordan will be able to make it in such a world event. Having there thoughts in my mind, i went to bed at 11’oclock saturday evening not expecting to be one of the winners. Sunday morning while walking to meet the bus for the university I met up with ro7i bin 3aid;
– “Good morning!”., I said.
I immediately started to inquire about the results of the comeptiotion which were announced after 12 the night before. I even didn’t give him the chance to respond to my “|Good morning”.
– “What happened to Petra” I said in the most eager and enthusiastic way.
_” We WON!”. And my feelings were if you have told me the news that I have won some very big money in the lottery! Very happy and puzzled at the idea that we can compete, and most imprtantly WIN, at something on the wrold level.

Done with the news about Petra. Going back to thursday, getting back home from the university and seeing the expressions on my brother’s face, expressions of one who is going to tell you a very big happy news. I immediately get deliverd the news (wirelessly!) that our birthed rabbits have finally come out from their hole. In order to make it more enthusiastic for me to hear the news. I waited a very long 30 years, sorry, 30 minutes (It was 30 years to me! With some exageration). Eating lunch then setting off to the garden(Well, it is not really a garden like what most people would think about this word! Unless you are from karak then you will surely know what a garden in karak mean. ) .

Reaching the inner room where the rabbits are kept, I had to remove some barrials where I found that tiny, fluffy, beautiful small creature there, creeping and hiding like a mouse. What I liked much about this tiny rabbit was his black and white colors. Which was mixed in a way similar to those of a casual cow. Later that day, I am not sure, may be it was friday, I found out that this rabbit is one of 3 tiny rabbits born with him. By the way, yesterday evening, I was astonished by my M telling me that my father is reportedly to have seen a small rabbit rouming around in the garden!. I went down to discover after a through investigation and with the urgent help from my mother that one of those 3 rabbits have ran out of his house and he/she (I don’t know which of them know! Those of you having or having had rabbits know that it is not a simple way to find the gender of a rabbit. The rabbit was able to hide in the rocks piled at the corner of the house, as a result, we weren’t able to catch him and bring him back to his home! He slept the night over there and to this moment I don’t know what hadd happened to him.

The Stela of Balua

The Stela of Balua

The Stela of Balua

This is a photo of the Stela of Balau, which I took from the museum in the Karak Castle. I have been there this morning.

My big impression about this visit was “Shame”. Yes, shame. The way the employees were acting, workers who are doing repair to the castle shouting and laughing as if they were in a back city street. The working women in the museum who were eating and chatting as if they are in a coffee shop. I think that they won’t be chatting as load as this in a cafe!. Moreover, the rooms and tunnels inside the castle were not well lit.

On the other hand, the castle is very fascinating. It is huge, impressive, makes you think of the power of human mind all over the history! The city is made of many levels, at least three or four. How where they able to build 4 story building like this?! The next time you or I go there, we should take a torch because there are a lot of tunnels, basement, silts, Wow! it is a mysterious castle indeed. A person with a good economical mind will be able to make fortune from such a wonder!

Back to the stela, this stela which was found in Balau north east of Smakieh goes back to the 11 century B.C. I read something about the way this stela is made reflects an egyption effect on the culture here in Jordan Back at that time. The next time I go to the Karak museum, I will bring you more details. Here is an Egyption stela, I found it by google. It is called: Ramese Stela.

By the way, do you notice any similarities between the two? I do!