Tales of Yore #4: Airy Room

This happened sometime in 11th grade. We had a “Thaqafeh 3ammeh” lecture right after a fine Summer break. Myself and Yanal were the first to enter the lecture room, the one in the languages circle right to your left if you’re coming from the cafeteria. So, the room was empty, still a few minutes left till everyone starts flocking in. As we’d entered the room, a cold breeze carressed us through the open windows. This refreshment instigated Yanal to stand still, spread his arms wide and cry out “AIRRRRRRRY”. “Airy” being an English word that means windy etc. What Yanal didn’t take note of was the fact that our teacher “Farooq” was right behind us. To teacher Farooq, the word “airy” had quite a different meaning. He grinned, held a hand up to his mouth and said “Yanal!”.

The best part was afterwards as I banged my head against my desk laughing at Yanal’s relentless attempts to explain the missunderstanding, continuing to spam the place with the same word over and over again.

After 7 Years

I dont know if you remember Hussein, He was One year younger, who knew Ill meet him that far away 7 years later ūüôā
seriously amazed

(I met Hussein in Palo Alto during a Business trip, while he is bio-med researcher in Stanford (Serious Science)

Tales of Yore #3: The Fall of 6am6am

For some reason, only events that have to do with sport are finding their way into my consciousness.

This one occurred as we were participating in Amman Al Thanyeh basketball tournament. Our school’s team had Slvador, 6am6am and myself as members. Now, this thingy was taking place in Tla3 al 3ali GYM hall. We were the only partially private school to partake in this tournament. Needless to say that we were easily told apart from the rest of the teams and audience by our looks. So we were already somewhat scrutinized.

Now, in our second game 6am6am was playing as a Center. Someone from our team shoots and misses the basket. So 6am6am jumps up for the rebound and somehow loses his balance midair and falls down. The problem was that, as 6am6am was hitting the ground, ass-down, he let out the most ghastly howl ever! He actually howled in the same way a doleful wolven-damsel faced by an army of green-black robots with really huge antennas and chainsaws for arms would howl.

The crowd responded the same way they’d do if they were watching a strip dance and some major piece of clothing was just removed. Our GYM teacher’s face was falling freely to meet his right palm. I was checking the side door to see if we still had a patent exit out of the place.

Ye, was no end of fun back then.

Tales of Yore #2: Tears of “Owner”

This happened sometime during 11th grade. We had a basketball match against one of the 10th graders teams. It was the school’s intramural Basketball tournament and with the Tawjihi people out of the way we had a chance at getting gold. I remember the team consisting of myself, Slvador, 6am6am, Masri and 5th member which kept coming on and off. The starter was Deya2, though.

The game was happening in the school’s GYM hall with some crowd, mainly people who had miserable lives and nothing else better to do than watch a basketball game. Midway through the game, Malek came asking me to participate in the match. I can’t remember why but I kinda told him that I wouldn’t want that happening and he actually took to his heels and ran out, as I figured out later, with tears in his eyes. Apparently, some girl he was intending to impress was amongst the audience that day.

In a strike of irony, I remember 7neiti playing in some other basketball game for the exact same reason. He was a starter and after his first go, in which he failed to even hit the board, Slvador/6am6am chased him out of the hall.

I guess apologies are due to Malek. Sorry!

First Class

Monday, 4th.October.2010, 7 o’clock in the¬†morning, I had to wake up at that time for the first time since a while, I washed up my face, put on my formal clothes, get my bag ready, a lot of ¬†books, pins and paper.

Excitement and tension, when i looked at my self in the mirror i saw that little kid used to go to school 18 years ago, a lot of flash backs kept pop up that day,I headed to school and arrived at  7:45, entered the main entrance with students while the playing of the national anthem, a teacher saw me and came to me and asked to follow her, she took me to my class, told me to wait for student, they will come soon.

I still can hear the morning program, “hal t3lam” ,”7kmat al yom”, thing are not that¬†different. student started to come and get seated, surprise look on there face for a male teacher who is waiting them in “mehani” Room. i waited until all student came, i kept asking if anyone still out there, and they kept answering yes, in the end I found my self¬†facing¬†54 7th grade female student.

Thats a lot of student , i don’t have enough materials, i’m not¬†prepared¬†to that number of¬†students. suddenly¬†the teacher came in, she asked a group of students to go to computer room, others to go to yard and other places. in the end there was¬†almost¬†30-35 students, she gave me the class, and threated¬†the students for discipline.

I took a deep breath and started the lesson,¬†explaining why i’m hear, what is INJAZ , what are we going to talk about all that kind of stuff. after a couple of ¬†jokes, some¬†conversation¬†and chitchat, i had to¬†explains¬†some point and a quick game in the end of the class.

45 min passed quickly for me, almost enough to give them idea , but not to do every point in the hand out. I wondered how do they take math and science class with all that students in class, if 10 students have questions or need some help you will need 20 min just for them, my experience is limited in education but i can tell that 54 student class really too much, i wish people will start donate for building school more than building mosques.

My next section will be about Puberty and changes in there lives, a guy should¬†explain that to 12 year old girls¬†, I don’t have any idea how am i going to do it but i hope i won’t go to jail ūüėõ

Come find me room 1227

just got back to my room in Dublin, had a shower, and from the ¬†fog on the shower glass door from the hot water, I saw a message written on the door upside down in a freakish way it says “Come find me room 1227”.

I got soo freaked out I’m spending the night at the lobby!

Rockn Amman

Saturday 2/8/2010 ,after going home from¬†busy¬†day in work, i found on twitter that everybody is taking about Rock band concert for “Die Toten Hosen” at 7:00 pm, it was 7:15 already and i don’t have a car. to be honest i didn’t have any idea who the hell are they and what are they going to sing, but between my choices which i prefer not to¬†mention¬†i decided to go.

I took a taxi to Al-Hussein culture center in “Ras Al-ain”, for some¬†reasons¬†in didn’t¬†notice¬†that it was in “Al-Hussein park theater”. after another taxi to the park , i reached the theater.I noticed the presence of security but not in¬†stressful¬†way, the ticket costs 3 JD which is very¬†affordable, ¬†I took my ticket and “spin fm” sticker, and headed to the¬†entrance¬†gate.

There¬†was a rock music playing so i thought the concert has started, after all it was 8:00 pm and the concert starts at 7:00, but i found that the stage is empty , a group of guys under the stage are jumping and rolling their heads , 200-350 sitting on the theater¬†waiting¬†for the band. after finding a good seat and¬†regretting¬† coming alone I thought about some people who would like to watch this concert but after calling ¬†El√Ļne, it didn’t call anyone cause it is too late.

Suddenly “we will rock you” song was played and the audience started to react with the song, but they kept getting out of the beat, some were do clap clap dom , the other dom dom clap, and the guys under the stage still rolling their heads, I guess we need practice.

After 5 min the band entered the stage, everybody is screaming, light all over the place, a typical rock concert stared, they tried to speak some words in Arabic, it was some mixture between Arabic, English, and Dutch. but enough to excite the audience. they played a short song first in English, impressive as a start.

After a couple of songs and start singing in Dutch , i decides to go under the stage to experience Rock show rage. everybody were jumping , a lot of guys, some foreign girls and few local girls, although it was crowded enough to make you hit everyone around you by just standing in the middle, it was strange for me to find some girls in backless dresses, even for liberal people it was not the right dress for this event , i touched some places on there bodies without even trying and for the first moment it was disgusting according to the amount of sweat on there bodies.

I¬†kept¬†moving¬†forward¬†trying to reach the stage, it toked¬†me¬†almost¬†2 songs and i found that i know more than 5 different¬†guys in the crowed, after reaching the stage and avoiding the guys who keep push each others in¬†circles, i¬†tried¬†to take some photos on my phone, stage lights din’td help¬†nor¬†the moving crowed.

guys kept jump on the stage and jumping back on crowed, at the beginning  the guys where slim and light and easy to left , but after a while fat guys started to jump and to make it worse they took off their tops. all i know is big fat swilling guy was jumping on my way , the only thing i thought about is to cover my head and try to avoid him, after a dozen of fat guys , everybody did the same , one of them jumped to find him self hitting the ground. security intervened to reduce jumping, it was more like a swimming pool more than a stage.

after standing next to sage for a while i knew i’m not going to get anything¬†except¬†pain,¬†headache, and swilling cocktail on my t-shirt,so i went back to my seat, i met another friend, and i seated with him.

nobody was singing with the band besides Ditch people, i though i was the only one who don’t know the¬†songs¬†but i found few locals know some songs,¬†at least¬†the¬†English song. everyone else was there to cream, jump, push each other and jump from the stage. as El√Ļne said to me later, we have hunger for rock music, if we played ¬†“my¬†immortal” in a¬†concert¬†people still will start rolling¬†their¬†heads and jump. again, we need practice.

They finished at 10:00 giving us almost 1:45 concert, after talking to my friend, i left the theater.

in the end i found that i did almost everything the crowed was doing , jumping, pushing,¬†screaming, to a band i knew a bout it 30 min ago. this not my first rock show¬†I’ve¬†been to, but my first real rock band, , my idea about rock shows now more like a rolling¬†coaster than a concert.