Our neigbour, Mr. Muneer Hijazin, And his two sons: Asad & Ibrahim.
I live in Karak, so I am called a Karaki. What is Karak like? It is a typical Jordanian city. In my opinion, I believe that Karak is the best place in whole Jordan. I don’t think that you can find simple and modest old men and women else where than Karak. What is more, I like the way people deal with the strangers and foreigners, you always feel welcomed by every person you meet. I don’t know what to add more, I think that your coming to Karak is the best way to know more about this nice place. Last but not least, when you come to Karak, Remember:
“Raise up your head, you are in Karak”
I have downloaded Rev. Martin Luther King’s, Jr final speech “I’ve been to the mountain top”, which he gave on the night before he was assassinated on the 3rd of April 1968. His all speech was great, but what I really like the the most was the little story he mentioned and then build up the rest of his speech on it.
The story happened when he was in New York signing autographs of his first book. When he was sitting signing autographs, he was (stapped- I don’t know how to spell this word correctly, I bit you cann’t too? Can you? if so click on the comment link below and send it!) by a blade in his chest. Luckily, he was immediately sent to hospital where he knew that the tip of the blade before the blade would had cut on his main artery. The next day, it came up in the New York Times that if he had merely sneezed, he would had died. Dr. King received many letters from all over the USA after. He received one from the USA president, vice president, and the governor of New York. But he said that he forgot what those letters said. But, till now (Him saying), I still remember that one single letter:
“Dr. King I am a ninth grade student at the white planes high school. While it shouldn’t matter; i would like to mention that i am a white girl. I read in the paper of your misfortune and of your suffering and I read that if you had sneezed you would have died. I am simply writing you to say that I am so happy that you didn’t sneeze!“
I have decided to talk a walk to visit the hills overlooking Mujib dam, it is relatively close from my village, Smakieh. How close? It took me almost 2 hours on foot. What about the area there? Oh my God! The scene was marvelous; the black rocks, the valleys, the dam, the sky, Wow! Every thing was incredible. I took some photos, enjoyed the landscape for a little time and finally, set off for my journey to home before the night comes.
But on my way back home, I faced what I haven’t ever experienced even in my most
dreadful dreams. I have always heard about the Gangs in the USA and Canada and how
every Gang controls a certain part of a city. But Gangs in Jordan! This is what I haven’t ever heard of. But is this true? Is there no Gangs in Jordan? What would I say?! Just read on.
Walking on the road. Suddenly, I was surrounded by almost 12 gangsters, making the most fearful sounds. To make the situation more clearly for you, remember what you felt when you heard the sounds in any thrill movie, (i.e. Scream)
“What do they you want from me? I am sure that I am not in any Gang’s territory, I am just walking in the government street, this street belongs to all Jordanians?!” I thought with a loud voice. “May be they can understand what I say and go away!”.
I talked to my self: “I haven’t ever hurt anyone of them?!! They must be mistaken! It is my first time to come to such a distant area! They must be mistaken, I am not the guy they are looking for!”. I continued thinking: “Is it because I am Christian? But how did they know my religion? My cross is hidden as usual under my clothes. But wait a minute, do such creatures have religion in the first place?”.
The situation got worse, now they were surrounding me from the four directions, I couldn’t walk or run into any place. They began to come closer and closer, closer and closer, what was I doing?! Don’t laugh at me! But I was waving with a metal stick, as if they would be afraid of such “superweapon”. It’s time to say good bye to life, “Go away! Go away!”, a sound came from somewhere. Do dead people reach heaven doors that quickly? Are those the words of Saint Peter telling me to take the the way down to hill? But why? It is true that I haven’t prayed a lot during the past few years. Still, I am a good hearted man. What happened after I heard that voice? Did I go down to hill? Of course not. I didn’t go down not because I am a good hearted person but
rather, because the “Go away! Go away!” wasn’t directed to me! It was for the gangsters. Thank God! I was still alive. They were the words of their big boss, the shepherd, they obeyed him immediately and left me alone. Why? Because they were dogs reared by this shepherd![ One of the beautiful photos I took during my most dreadful walk ever. The handsome guy in this photo (Me!) is standing on the hills overlooking the Arnon valley (Al-Mujib), you can see Mujib Dam in the Background. Don’t you think it is a very beautiful photo? Of course it is because I am present in it!]