I have had a number of very informative (and fun) interactions over the last week and a half that have taught me a great deal about what kinds of organizations are active in Jordan (especially those that serve children and youth), what they are doing, and how they fit into the bigger picture.
I am still working on putting together that larger picture, because a lot of services that are provided by the state or by private industry in the United States are provided by NGOs in Jordan. And there are some grey areas, Commissions, for example, that were begun by royal decree but are not funded by the state.

Heading into East Amman

If you have been reading some of the other blogs, you have read about The Jordan River Foundation. We visited their Queen Rania Family and Children Center last week. That is a good example of a royal initiative that is now supported by grants and donations. They have really great programming for children and families which is geared toward child abuse prevention. The Jordan River Foundation has two main foci: one is community empowerment (this includes income-generating initiatives among other things), and child protection. They have a shelter for children that houses 32. We did not tour that, but we heard about it, and it sounds wonderful.

East Amman

We also visited Questscope and met with their director, Curtis Rhodes, who is a UW Madison alum. He has a very inspiring life story. Once a university professor, he was Dean at the American University in Beirut during the civil war, and realized he needed to be more useful to society. He began Questscope, which specifically targets street children. They have a whole range of programs, most of which are about providing education and empowering young people who live on the streets.

This week I went to dinner at the home of a friend I met (long story), who introduced me to her friend who is a Child Protection worker for Save the Children. They work exclusively with Iraqi children. Their mandate is giant in scope, including health care, education, housing, civic engagement, self-expression, reduction of discrimination, gender equality, and much more. I am meeting with her in her offices later this week, and she will arrange for me to go to the field.

Then today I went to Ruwwad, which is in Jebal Nadith. This is a very impoverished part of east Amman. It is really an “unofficial” Palestinian refugee camp. Ruwwad is doing so many incredible things – all about youth empowerment and civic engagement – that it is hard to know where to begin. I have an appointment to return on Tuesday, when the director has offered to take me and those I bring with me to her house and cook us lunch!

This is the hospitality of Jordan. Oops, it is Arabic study hour – more soon.

I wish I could post more often, but I wouldn’t trade better tech for the experiences we’ve been having. This weekend we visited a Crusader castle (Karak) that was built in 1133 and then upgraded by the Mamluks in 1243 or so when they took it over.
We then went on to Petra, one of the Seven Wonders of the World. And rightly so. Wow, words just cannot describe it. I invite you all to look at my Picasa web albums, as I am having trouble uploading my pictures here. You can find them at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/home?tab=cq
I will have much to say about the situation of children working there at Petra; I have thought of little else since I was there.
But we were treated to such exquisite delights: a double scoop of espresso and blackberry ice cream, then travel to our wonderful hotel, like an ancient village, where we had a Turkish bath and massage. Pure heaven after the rigors of hiking to the Monastery at Petra. A buffet dinner and sleep.
In the morning a swim, a drive to Wadi Rum where we rode camels for an hour and I had a lesson about camel racing from our guide. My camel was a retired racer named Danan!
We transferred to jeeps, had lunch near Lawrence of Arabia’s house, made other scenic stops, and then arrived at the Bedouin camp where we spent the night under the stars. The following day we drove to Aqaba where we had a glimpse of the Red Sea, then went to the Dead Sea where we bathed and floated and were literally stuffed with food – a gift from King Abdullah himself. Thank you!
More to come . . .

Living in a hotel has many blessings, al hamdu lil’ Allah!  It is wonderful to have breakfast made every morning whenever one wanders down for it, and to have smiling faces to greet one.  Especially when those smiling faces are kind and progressively expect better and better Arabic from one.  It is Mumtastic! (a contraction of mumtaz! which means Super! and fantastic created by our Arabic instructor) to have a nice clean room every day when one gets home from running around in the sun (we have been experiencing a heat wave that even the native Jordanians find excessive).  However, there are a couple of drawbacks.  One is doing laundry every night in the bathroom sink.  The other is not having a reliable internet connection.  I am thrilled to have your questions to have questions to answer, and sorry I was unable to answer them.

Mark, I can’t speak for the relationship between your contact and his father, but I can tell you that Jordan has no mandatory military service.  The Jordanian armed services are fully voluntary.  Here is a link if you would like to read more about it: http://www.kinghussein.gov.jo/government5.html

Jane, your questions require more complex answers.  Today I took a lot of pictures on the campus of the University of Jordan to give you some idea of the immense diversity of women’s clothing.  I will try to post them tomorrow.  In some ways clothing styles go with age, but not in the ways you might expect.  A lot of young women are choosing to wear the hijab and even to veil when their mothers did not and do not.  On the other hand, among working class women you might find more older women who are dressed more conservatively.  Clothing and veiling/wearing a hijab are not necessarily signs of conservatism.  Not at all.  As we have been told several times now, “People in the West have this subject all wrong.”  Here are just a few reasons a woman might wear a headscarf:

She wants to be hip and cool; due to the importation of trends and styles from the Gulf (which is where the wealthy people are, who vacation in Jordan)

She is making a statement about her identity as an Arab.  Note this has nothing to do with Islam/religion.

She is poor and has few clothing; a headscarf is a very inexpensive way to “dress up” her look/if she wears a burka, she doesn’t have to invest in clothing, keep up with styles, etc.

She wants to move freely through society without being harassed by men who look at women in a sexual way.

or she may indeed be making a religious choice. 

These are just a handful of ideas.  She may be declaring that she is grown up now, and wants to be seen as a woman.  She may just want to fit in with her friends.  She may be attracted (as I am) by the many beautiful textiles and want to wear them. 

Women of all ages wear all different kinds of clothing, from the very conservative to the not at all conservative.  Women of different social classes wear a great variety of coverings and un-coverings.  There just is no simple analysis here.  It is interesting, isn’t it?  I will try to get those pictures up tomorrow to illustrate.

We have had five very full days in Amman, but it feels like two weeks!  A few items some readers might be interested in: 

My University of Jordan ID

The “call to prayer” appears to be up to each individual mosque as to scheduling.  In the morning, I hear one around 3:45 or so, and one at 4:30.  We have been different places during the day, so I can’t be more specific for the rest of them, but in the evening we have heard them at 8pm, and then a cluster around 10 pm.  There is a cluster around the noon hour, and around 3-4 pm.  But again, they are not at the same exact time, or even within an hour of one another.  That was unexpected (for me). 

Women’s veiling, wearing of the hijab (headscarf), and clothing in general is an on-going investigation.  As I may have mentioned, we have seen great diversity in all three.  You may have noticed in pictures that there are women in full burkas (completely robed, veiled, and wearing gloves).  If not, I’ll make sure I get some photos.  There are also women in tight jeans, short-sleeved shirts and no head-covering whatsoever.  The vast majority of women wear a hijab, with a large diversity of clothing: from long sleeves to short.  We will keep looking and, hopefully, asking, once we begin to make friendships.  My hunch is that we are seeing something new here; the hijab no longer means what it once did either in the Western media OR here in the Muslim world.  It will be interesting to learn more about.   

Children are everywhere, doing very interesting things.  Girls tend to be accompanied by a parent or older sibling, and I have mostly seen them on their way to somewhere.  But there are boys hanging out in many public spaces.  There are boys working in the stores with (one imagines) their families; there are boys sitting and watching backgammon games, boys playing electronic games on their phones, boys “window” shopping at stalls in the market, boys running errands.  There are boys engaged in all kinds of economic activities.  

Boys playing a game

The food is our dinner from two nights ago; tonight Jolanda, Heidi and I were on our own as we forewent the big football gathering.  Instead we found this sweet little place where no one spoke English and were brave enough to order ourselves nargile! Or hubbly-bubbly, as its also called.  Don’t worry friends. this is only tobacco, although you can get it in all kinds of flavors.  I’ll have more to say about the social benefits of this kind of smoking, but I’m about beat, so here are a few pics that are fairly self-explanatory.  Off to bed!  Tomorrow is Arabic class (for which we studied more than 3 hours today in addition to two big outings) and a meeting with the Fullbright folks. 

Took this before the meat arrived

Downtown

Amman Bac. Int. School

We have had so much to do every day, it is hard to decide in these precious free moments whether to write fieldnotes, study Arabic, launder a few clothes in the bathroom sink, or update this blog.  I try to do a little of each.  As I write (12:30 local time) I can hear the noon call to prayer.

Yesterday we visited one of the most elite pre-K through 12 schools in Jordan, the Amman Baccalaureate School.   It has, as you can see, the absolute best athletic facilities in the city – if not the country – probably including universities.  It has the only recycling program.  I’ll fill in details about their educational system if anyone asks.  It is very interesting.  All students learn all subjects in English and Arabic from kindergarten up.  They add French in 4th grade.  The Asst. Principal noted though, that being trilingual is no longer enough to be competitive in the global marketplace, which is what I tell my students all the time, so listen up!

In the afternoon we went to the American Embassy.  No pictures allowed, for obvious reasons.  We received our security breifing from a very nice guy who happens to be from . . . drum roll . . . Wisconsin!  He had a lot of great information about careers in diplomacy for any of you who might be interested.  I talked to him a little bit afterwards to get more information about how to direct students who would like to know if such a career might suit them.  He said that even though Jordan is listed as a danger posting, in fact people with small children request it because it is such a lovely and safe place to raise children. 

On the way home we had our bus driver stop at the store so we could buy water in large quantities.  Our hotel is midway up a long hill, and we are drinking great amounts of water to stay hydrated in the blazing heat.  Walking up the hill with heavy loads is no fun (even for camels, I imagine).  I also bought some laundry detergent as I was running low on long-sleeved shirts.  You really can only wear them once if you want to keep your friends : )

Michael, Pat, Jeremy and Heidi in the lobby of our hotel waiting for the group

We had a wonderful dinner, served communal style in a place we could walk to.  I’m running out of time, so will just post some pictures from previous days’ excursions and explain later if I can. 

Of course, here in Jordan, it was just another day.  It was our second day, and the beginning of the work week for most people.  Us included, as our language lessons began.  However, some in our group managed to end the day with apple pie and ice cream : )

But maybe I should back up and fill in. 

The flights themselves were not too terrible.  We flew from Green Bay to Chicago and had about three hours on the ground there.  That went pretty quickly because while most of the group took the opportunity to get some dinner, I accompanied Katie outside the terminal.  She needed to meet her husband who was bringing a camera lens and I took the chance for one last smoke.  Then it was about 8 hours to London’s Heathrow.  That was the worst leg.  I had hoped to sleep, and ought to have been able, as it was dark and mostly quiet, but also very cramped.  I dozed a little, but never really slept.  None of us did, so by the time we got to London – 11:35 am local time – we were a happy but groggy group.  We had a 5 hour layover there.  Jeremy was tagged for translation duty by the Heathrow security people before we’d even made it through their security check.  He very kindly (and typically for him) assisted an Arabic-speaking woman wend her way through security and check-in.  Then we found our way to the central hub of Terminal Five where we shopped, joked around, ate, and studied Arabic.  Corey and Jay fell asleep watching the soccer game (a first for Corey!)  I went into my first Boots!  That was very exciting.  Only a reader of English detective novels will understand why : )

We were all very pleased when we boarded our Royal Jordanian flight.  Wow!  Very nice in every way.  For example, in addition to screens in every backrest, they were playing a video about Jordan all through boarding.  The flight was not full, so we all had room to stretch out.  The flight attendants were very friendly (several were Chinese, by the way, and spoke Chinese, Arabic, English, and probably several other languages).  The food was much better than on American, too.  That flight was about 5 hours, and we landed in Amman close to midnight, local time. 

Oh!  The entertainment options on Royal Jordanian are super!  In addition to the typical radio, tv and a few movies, there were instructional things that were very useful.  So you could learn about the history of music, the country, the world, language, etc.  On the kids tv shows, there was an animated show about Arabic language that I watched that was very useful in learning not only more about the alphabet but also picking up vocabulary.  I listened to a recitation of the Holy Quran for about an hour in the beginning of the flight, as well. 

When we arrived, Jay changed money while the rest of us got in line for our visas.  Jay gave those of us who needed it the 10 JD (Jordanian Dinars) for the visa so we wouldn’t spend all our time waiting in different lines.  The line moved fairly quickly as such things go.  It was a two-step process; first one pays for the visa, then one goes to the next desk where one’s passport is stamped.  There were very few questions at either desk, though that could change depending on the mood of the people in charge, one supposes. 

We were all lucky, and had no problems whatsoever.  All of our baggage was awaiting us downstairs at baggage claim.  There was a security screening, but no physical handling of items, and then we were through the gates and our driver was awaiting us!  Well, actually, THEY were through the gates.  I had smelled cigarette smoke, and after 24 hours without smoking, followed my nose to the little glass room for smokers.  I spoke to a man from Dubai who was very impressed with my 10 words of Arabic (he didn’t think Americans were interested in learning Arabic).  He told me that English is a great language for business, but Arabic is the language of poetry and of love . . . I seem to remember hearing this line quite often when I was learning Italian : )

I saw that the last two to clear customs had come down to baggage claim, and the others had taken my suitcase through, so I rushed to join them, and then we were off to meet our bus driver and engage Amman!

As some of you know, I am going to Amman, Jordan with several colleagues as part of a Fullbright-Hayes Group Projects Abroad Program funded through the Department of Education.  This is one of the many activities associated with our new Center for Middle East Studies and Partnerships here at UWGB, and one of three projects specifically initiated in Jordan. 

It will be my first trip to Jordan; also my first trip to the Middle East, my first trip to an Arab country and my first time to a predominantly Muslim country.  I’m very hopeful that it will be the first trip of many, many trips to Jordan.  I plan that this will be the first post of many posts, too!  I am obviously not a very good blogger, but I will make a sincere effort to post here regularly from Amman.  The countdown begins today . . . One more week until we leave!