أنا عنصرية

كتبت مياسي بمناسبة يوم التدوين للأردن عن العنصرية التي ما زالت تقسم المجتمع الأردني إلى نصفين، ثم إلى نصفين آخرين وآخرين...

وبالرغم من أنني وعدت نفسي ألا أكتب في مواضيع متعلقة بالسياسة "لو شو ما صار" إلا أنني لم أستطع أن أكبت هذه الأفكار بينما كنت أقرأ مدونتها. واعذروني إن أدخلت بعض المصطلحات العامية في موضوعي فأنا لمّا أعصّب بصير ألاخم.

أنا أردنية، وأنا أفرق بين مواطن وآخر، نعم، أنا عنصرية... وأكره أكثر من نصف مجتمعي.

أنا أكره الشاب اللي بتسمم سندويشته، وعلبة البيبسي، ثم يلقيها في الشارع الذي أمضى عامل النظافة – الأردني- نهاره تحت الشمس أو في البرد ينظفه ويكنس آثار أمثال هذا الشاب. كما أكره الشاب الذي ينزل شباك سيارته ويرمي الكأس الورقية التي شرب فيها قهوته الصباحية. هؤلاء ليسوا أردنيين مهما صرحت بطاقاتهم الشخصية. وسم الهاري إن شاء الله.

وأكره الفتاة التي اتخذت مفتاحها سلاحاً اخترق جلد كرسي باص المؤسسة، بس هيك عباطة، فالكرسي سب أباها ويجب أن يعاقب.

كما أكره محمد، مين محمد؟ الدابّة اللي كاتب اسمه على جدار إحدى مؤسسات الدولة، ليش؟ هو ما في محمد غيرك بالبلد؟

وأكره حسام، الذي كتب –بطريقة ما- رقم هاتفه على باب دورة المياه الخاصة بالإناث. مع أني أشك أنها "حسامه" وبتتخوث وبمناسبة الحديث عن دورات المياه أعزكم الله، أكره البهيمة التي... خلص عرفتوا. وحسني، الذي أعجبته سيارة أحد زوار حيّه فترك توقيعه بمسمار على بابها، لأجل سمة البدن مش أكثر، لأن كل من يملك سيارة جديدة هو بالضرورة حرامي وسارق مصاري الشعب والله يجعله لا تهنى فيها لأنه سبب فقر الآخرين.

وأكره مشجع الوحدات، الذي أمسك حجراً كسر به زجاج سيارة واقفة على جانب شارع صدف أن مر به أثناء عودته من مباراة "الديربي" التي خسر فيها فريقه، لأنه رأى علم الأردن بداخلها.

أنا أكره الفلسطينية، التي سألت المتسول عن أصله قبل أن تعطيه، لأنها "ما بتعطي إلا فلسطينية"، وأكره الفلسطيني الذي يقول لي "لولانا ما كان في أردن وكان لساتكوا عايشين بخيم"، وأكره المدير الأردني الذي يحدد أولوية التعيين لديه بأصل طالب الوظيفة، لأنه "أردني حمار ولا فلسطيني شاطر" والله لا يرد الانتاجية ولا اللي بدهم يرقّعوا من وراه، وأكره المسؤول الأردني الذي يبرر فساده بأنه بده ينفّع ولاد بلده.

وأحقد على الفلسطينية التي صرخت بحفيدتها موبخة إياها لأنها تحدثت بلهجة "فلاحية"، كما أحقد على شرطي السير الذي يحرر مخالفاته لكل من لا ينتهي اسم عائلته بـ "ات" أو يبدأ بـ "بني" كما قالت مياسي.

ليس أردنياً كل من قطع شجرة، أو سرق فلساً، أو رمى ورقة أو حمّل البلد 60 جميلة إنه اشتغل ساعة، ولا أهلا ولا مرحبا به، أياً كان أصله، فالأردن غني عنه مين ما كان أبوه.

خلص فشيت غلي.

Blog for Jordan Day, 2011

Bloggers in Jordan decided to make March 12^th “Blog for Jordan Day” every year. And while other bloggers are getting creative in blogging about Jordan, I’m gonna blog about something I only discovered last year in Jordan, its bloggers!

My blog turned one year old last January, and during this past year I have had the pleasure to get to know many amazing bloggers and tweeps, and actually meet some of them as well.

The first blog I ever came across was Hareega’s, and I think that had it not been this good, I wouldn’t have been interested to read any other blogs at all, I think I’ve read every single post there, Hareega’s sense of humor is my cup of tea and it kept me glued until the last post.

And what’s the Jordanian blogosphere without Roba’s And Far Away? Fun, versatile and professional, you can’t not read her blog.

Then I found Whisper’s “Things I Like to Whisper About”, a sweet Ammani girl blogging about her ever-so-eventful daily life, and while I’m not interested in knowing a random person’s daily activities most of the time, this time I found myself following her, always optimistic no matter what, you cannot but love this girl. (Although she’s not as talkative in real life, but maybe that’s because I’ve only met her once).

Ola’s Cinnamon Zone is one of my favorites. I think it’s because we have so many things in common when it comes to things that tick us off! (Not the creativity, unfortunately) Ola’s funny, warm, wise and she adores horses! Her LAYLA series will keep you checking the feed for sure, if any TV producer’s reading this, get this girl her own TV show!

You cannot mention Ola without remembering Serene, because Serene is a figment of Ola’s imagination ;) no seriously, Serene may be hibernating as a blogger, but she’s funny, fun and funny! You gotta love her.

And speaking of love, you know when you instantly click with a person without even getting to know them that well? Ayah’s environment-friendly tweets will do that to you!

It looks like I’m mostly mentioning girls so far, but that’s okay because most of my complaint-posts are about girls so let’s balance things out here.

There’s also Mayyasi, with her amazing style in writing that makes you feel you’re reading a book, especially in her Beirut posts, there’s Waed, and her ongoing list of addictions that make her so passionate and therefore so easy to like, there’s Jano that makes you remember why you love Jordan every morning, there’s the awesome Majd who will make you change your mind about the lameness of her generation, and the list of amazing Jordanian female bloggers goes on and on.

Then we have the blogger (and tweep) that makes me giggle at work every single time he posts something, which causes some really embarrassing moments but whatever: mab3oos “is pissed, because you suck and don’t know it” (and also because most Jordanians can’t access his blog thanks to a certain ISP, yes Orange, you suck and don’t know it).

We have Jaraad, whose posts (and the comments there) will always keep your mind busy, we have the eccentric 5hadz, who’s so good on the inside that he tries to make up for it on the outside (but fails, unless you’re stupid enough to buy it ;))

And last but not least, The Hamdanism, controversial, deep but at the same time so easy to relate to.

Because I can go on forever (well not really forever, maybe just till tomorrow) I’m going to stop here, hoping I didn't forget anyone from my "top people" list. To everyone I’ve mentioned or missed, Jordan, and the Jordanian Twitter/blogosphere is a great place because of you.

It's Springtime!

What I expect every year when I hear the word "Spring"

What I get instead. Every, year:

Happy springtime everyone!

Pan-Arabism: Is it Dead?

I thought so, but then a young man from Tunisia ignited a nationwide revolution (and by nation, I mean the Arab nation, regardless of the number of countries) and that made me think for a while.

I saw how Jordanians followed the events in Tunis day after day, I myself was plastered to my computer screen, had up-to-date info on the developments, the number of casualties. I was worried, I was hopeful, as if Tunis was my own country, and as much as I’d like to say that this was because I sympathize with human beings in distress, it wasn’t, because honestly, I would have cared if this was a non-Arab country, but not as much as I did here.

Now before people jump to the conclusion that I’m a racist and that I think Arabs are better than other races, let me ask you this: do you like your aunt more than your mother? Of course not! No matter how much you love your aunt, your mother will always be a special case, even if your aunt was a better person.*

As a Jordanian, I can’t say that I know much about Tunis, I’ve never met a Tunisian in my life, I’ve never been to Tunis, I just know its location on the map and that it’s a very beautiful country. However, a poor street vendor sets himself alight in protest of unemployment and poverty and Tunis is suddenly a part of my world. The joy I felt the first time I read the words “coup d’état” (even though that wasn’t true the first time) was like nothing I’d experienced before, and it wasn’t only me, I saw it in the eyes of every member of my family.

Ten days after Bouazizi passes away, the president flees the country. Again, plastered to our TVs, worried about the protesters, our brothers, being shot at by snipers, we were worried as if they were truly a part of my family, and when that dictator fled Tunis it was a victory for all Arabs, not just Tunisians, although we cannot and will never deny, that they were the ones brave enough to stand up for their rights and start this wave of new found self-respect.

Same goes for Egypt, except this time Egypt is closer, geographically and therefore culturally, and it could also be the fact that there are many Egyptian workers in Jordan, we’ve known them and lived with them for years, beside the “Umm el Donya” factor, of course.

Again, the Jan25 revolution felt like it belonged to the Arab world and not just Egypt, and the second Omar Sulieman (and the guy standing behind him of course) announced that Hosni Mubarak had “stepped down” [been deposed], sounds of cheering and clapping were heard in almost every house in Amman.

In the meantime, the pot that had been slowly cooking in Libya began to boil and that maniac who calls himself “Leader of the Revolution” panicked and started killing every living soul that came in sight. And like Tunis, my knowledge of anything Libyan approached zero, I’m not proud to say this but I couldn’t name more than two Libyan cities, I just knew they had a leader who probably contributes to 75% of creepy craziness in the world (the remaining 25% can be found in the mind of any Hollywood filmmaker).

The existence of dictators is not news to anyone, oppression has been there since the dawn of time but what amazed me was how much connected we, at least I, felt to Arabs through all of this, sure, I would sympathize if this happened in a country that I didn’t even know existed, but not to this extent.

It looks like we (Arabs) are united after all, the bond may be invisible, but no one can deny it, whose eyes didn’t tear up watching that Tunisian man wandering the street of Habib Bourguiba shouting that Tunisians are free? Whose heart didn’t break seeing the pictures of Qaddafi’s victims in the streets? And who of us didn’t wish to be in Tahrir Square with the Egyptian protesters?

Pan-Arabism might be dead, but at least the emotional part of it is still alive, even if it took hundreds of victims for us to realize it, I just hope things don’t go back to the way they were because I’d hate to think that we’re united in times of crises only.

* This argument is only valid for normal people.