volunteering in Jordan التطوع في الاردن

في اطار سعي للتعبير بطريقه سهلة مريحة اردت المحاولة الكتابة باللغة العربية فاعذروني لاي اخطأ نحوية او املائية

طوال سنين كنت اؤمن بالمؤسسات غير الربحية الموجوده في الاردن, معضمها مؤسسات مدعومة من جهات عالمية وبرعاية من الامراء و العائلة الهاشمية هدفها تحسين المجتمع و توجيه نحو الافضل

قد لا اكون الافضل لتحدث عن هذا الموضوع ولكن من تجربتي البسيطة في التطوع اكتشفت باننا لدينا مشكلة في العمل التطوعي, ولكي لا الوم طرف على اخر اريد ان انصف جميع الاقسام

المتطوع: الشخص الذي يقوم بالتبرع بمجهوده ووقته لانجاز عمل لا يعود عليه بمردود مادي

المؤسسة غير الربحية: وهي المؤسس التي تقوم بالتنسيق بين المتطوعين و الجهات التي يتم فيها التطوع و تكون مدعومه في الغالب من افراد او مؤسسات ماليا. واجبها توفير المواد, تنسيق بين المتطوعين و توزع المهام عليهم

العمل التطوعي: وهو الوظيفه او المهمه التي يجب على المتطوع انجازها دون مقابل, وغالبا ما يرتبط في طرف ثالث يكون بحاجه الى مساعدة

لم اكن يومأ من في موقع المؤسسة غير الربحية او الطرف الثالث لذلك سأروي موقفي كمتطوع

في الاسبوع الثاني اعدت الاتصال مع المسوول عني لاذكره بضرورة قدوم المتطوع الاخر والذي اخبرني بدوره ان المتطوع لن يأتي  وانه يبحث عن بديل, في نهاية اليوم اتصل بي واخبرني بان علي اعطاء الصف كاملا, ً فعتذرت من وقلت لن اعطي 54 معأ واذا كان لابد من اعطاء الجميع فسأحتاج الى الحصتين اعطي كل نصف في حصة حتى استطيع ايصال الفكرة للجميع, وعلى النصف الاخر مغادرة القاعة وان يذهب الى حصة المهني ليأخذ حصة مهني عادية, وتم الترتيب على ذلك

تطوعت قبل فصل دراسي في برنامج هدفة توعيه المراهقين على الحياة وتجهيزهم لدخول سوق العمل, كانت تجربة مقبلوه نوعأ ما بالنسبة لمبتدأ. فأعدت التطوع للفصل الثاني

اول المشاكل التي واجهتني انني علمت بان علي الذهاب لتدريس في مدرسة بعد ان بدأت اول حصة بساعتين. وان التدريب على هذا المنهج كان قبل يومين ولم يصلني عنه اي اخطار رسمي شفوي او كتابي

عقد تدريب اخر بعد اسبوع لاخسر اسبوعاً دون ان اعطي اي درس وانا انتظر ان اذهب لاستلم المواد والمنهج . التدريب كان في منتصف اليوم مما اوجب على اي احد من المتطوعين العاملين الخروج من عمله في يوم الاثنين الذي هو يوم عمل عند جميع الادين والشركات (غير الحلاقين), التدريب كان ضعيف جداً كون المدرب علم تواً ان عليه ان يدربنا والوقت المتاح له ساعة وهو في الوضع الطبيعي 4 ساعات. وبين اسئلة عن كيفية لعب المونوبولي وماذا نفعل الان ضاع الوقت, كل ما اردته هو العوده الى البيت من ثم العمل وكلي قناعة اني سأفهم الماده وحدي عند قرأتها

عندما استلمت كتاب التكلف سألت المسؤول عن عدد الطلاب في الصف الذي سوف اعطيه ,كون نفس الصف الذي  درسته سابقا وكان عدد الطلاب 54 طالباً ,وإن كان نفس العدد علي ان اعطيهم في حصة واحدة كيف يعبر كل واحد فيهم عن طموحة ويفهم الحياه العمليه والسياسات الماليه في اطار لعبة تفاعلية مشابهه للعبة المونوبولي. كانت الاجابة ان هناك متطوع اخر سيعطي نصف الصف لأخذ ان النصف الاخر كما كان الفصل الماضي, فكانت هنا الراحه النفسية لي مع 27 طالب فقط, اقسمهم الى 3 مجموعات ويلعب كل 9 طلاب معاً

عندما ذهبت الى المدرسة فوجئت بعدم قدوم المتطوع الاخر وان الصف امامي كاملا ً, قسمت الصف الى نصفين شرحت المادة النظرية للجميع ووزعت احد الانصاف الى مجموعات واخبرت النصف الاخر ان متطوع الاخر سوف يأتي لاحقا ً لهم

ذهبت اليوم التالي الى المدرسة لأتفاجئ برفض المعلم هذا الاجراء كونه سوف يعطي نفس الحصة مرتين (مره لكل نصف) لاجد نفسي امام سياسة الامر الواقع اعطي 54 طالبأ لعبة شبيه بالمونوبلي على 3 ارضيات لعب ,بحسبه بسيطه 54/3 = 18 طالب للأرضية

اخبرت المسؤول عني عما جرى لتعود ويخبرني بان علي ان اعطي حصة اخرى كما حصل اليوم و ان المعلم يرفض تقسيم الصف وان باقي الحصص تخلوا من الحاجة الى العب على الارضيات. وبالتالي استطيع ان اعطي كل الصف معاً. كان ردي ان الطلاب لم تصلهم اي فكرة عن ماذا نفعل في اللعبة وما ارتباطها بالحية العملية لاني قضيت الوقت اجاوب على اسئلة بسيطة في جو كثير الفوضى واحسست بان ليس لديها مشكله في هذا

للحظة احسست باني لن اعود لاكمل المنهج ولكن ارفض بان اتراج في كلامي وان علي ان اكمل ما التزمت به والا فاني لا اختلف عن اي شخص اخر من الذين تخلفوا عن القدوم بعدما تطوعوا

اول انتقاداتي كانت للمعلم الذي من واجبة اعطاء حصتين مهني في الوضع الطبيعي واتيحت له الفرصه للراحه من احدى هذه الحصتين باعطاءها لمتطوع لا خبره لديه في التدريس او التدريب ليذهب هو يشرب القوه على الحصه الاولى ويفترض به البقاء داخل الصف طوال مع المتطوع كما هو متفق, لا ادري كيف يكون معلماً وهو بهذه الانانية ليهتم براحته الشخصية فقط

ثاني انتقاداتي هي للمنظمة غير الربحية التي توافق على اعطاء منهج صمم في حالاته القصوى الى 30 طالب ليعطى الى 54 بواقع زيادة 80 %. لا اعلم ان كانت الجهه الداعمة تعلم على ماذا تنفق كل هذه الملايين ولكن الغايه المرجوة لا تتحقق ولا تحتى 50% منها

ثالث انتقاداتي هي للمتطوعين الذين وافقوا على التطوع ثم انسحبوا منه ليلقوا بما حملوه على الذين التزموا بتطوعهم ولم ينسحبوا

اذا كانت المشكلة قلت المتطوعين والوقت فالجامعات والكليات تفرض 18 ساعة اجبارية على كل طالب ليتخرج. واذا حسبناهم بواقع 100,000 طالب للدفعه الواحده نحصل 1,800,000 ساعة تطوع سنوية وهي كافية في حال استغلالها ربعها بشكل صحيح وحسب تخصص الطالب الى تغطية جميع البرامج الخيرية والتطوعية في الاردن

Tales of Yore #7: Dramatic Landing

So, in 11th grade they decided a good step to be taken towards widening our cultural horizons was through improvising a new Drama class. We were to choose between that or painting. Needless to say, all of them guys chose the drama thingy. This drama class might ranks, without a shadow of doubt, amongst the richest sources of tales of yore. I have selected one that involves a friend of ours that is officially declared MIA.

On our very first Drama class, the teacher thought we needed some sort of exercise, game, that would help us get started + help us meld together into a teamworking form for whatever was supposed to wait next. So, we were told to form 2 parallel lines facing each other just at the edge of the stage. It should be noticed that the class took place in what was then considered the school’s official theatre. Back to the two lines of students facing each other at the edge of the stage; a random student was picked at random and was asked to run across the stage and dive-jump in between the 2 lines.

I cannot remember who the first one was but it was kinda fun, especially when it takes place after 5 hours of routine classes. So, more people volunteered, one by one, to take the run and jump. Soonish afterwards, the heavier students were compelled to give it a try. I remember Slvador running towards us with that crazed laugh on his face and started thinking this might be getting lamer by the minute. We absorbed the shock of his crash, somehow. To our astonishment and horror, or more precisely, astonishment-by-horror we saw Deya’ charging towards us. I’m not about to describe Deya’. He escapes description through words. Few steps away from the edge of the stage, every single one of us realized that no just God would require a mortal being to concede such a sacrifice and unanimously decided to step out of the way.

Two seconds later we had a raging lump of meat panting on the ground swearing vengeance upon all those who failed to face the harrowing of the first Drama class. And thus, started the escapade of a whole class from what was later known to be Abu Sheera.

Snow …. in Amman

I know that some of you already knows about this incident but i’m going to put it hear as a decimation and sharing.

last week, Sunday, while Jordan was waiting for snow, wind speed was like 100 Km/h.

I was planning to go to gym as usual, i can’t miss a class for Denisa, but Amr toke the Polo to university cause Tico will be Airborne, so I found my self  have to risk my life to fly to GYM in Tico or no Denisa this week, mom was worried about me so i didn’t go.first weather disappointment.

I went home to find out we lost out internet connection and TV wan’t stable. I reserved a message from Injaz reminding me to go to school tomorrow for my section. forecast  expected snow in some arias and it was like waiting for and extra day off. at 1:30 am it began snowing, and due to losing internet again + no satellite, i had a company until 4 am before I could sleep, second weather disappointment

next day i wake up 7:15 , i looked from the window to find out that no snow on streets , just light layer in cars, and sure it was cold. i was a little bit disappointed but at least i will finish another section and end my course sooner.

I arrived school 7:50 am it was strange cause everybody would be inside by now, i waited to 5 min and then went in. i saw on of my students in the yard and she was yelling at me ” teacher go away , escape, nobody came today”. my first reaction was similar to what we used to do when some guy sits on the window and yell at every student enter the main gait to go home cause no body is hear. after a second i said: wait a minute  i’m some kind a teacher now and i’m the one who suppose bring them inside. i went inside to find out that coordinating teacher is not there , the principle in not there, a teacher is talking to a parent that no one is hear yet, and some janitor is waving to student to escape while opening the door, 3rd weather disappointment.

it was a partial shock to me, i was so mad , i went home, put my bagama back  & went to sleep.

i know some of you guys could had a worst day but i liked the part when student told me to “Shalif” , back to old days.

Tales of Yore #5: Murky Grounds

It was a rainy Winter’s day at school. The earth was covered with what soon would be one of the main elements in our story, mud.

Omar decided it was the perfect weather to pick a fight with someone. The list of those capable of ambulating in such environmental conditions wasn’t really long. Omar’s choice of opponent was Saad. I’m not sure if I forgot the actual cause of the fight or simply that I haven’t ever get to know it but what I remember is watching Saad blaze down the corridors in pursuit of Omar. Omar’s flight led them downwards towards the GYM hall and the wilderness beyond. There, it seems that Saad has either caught up with Omar. Another possibility is that Omar has already planned for that place to be the arena in which to fight. On a second thought, the randomness and distractability of Omar makes it more probable that a “cool” looking piece of rock lying on the ground has caught his attention. The action part is the boring part. A dive to the ground, bodies twisting and shaking. The end result was a muddy silhouette of 2 males crawling back to the classrooms area at the end of the break.

The good part of the story is when the two of them were sent to Mr. Maher Mahfooz. Saad, on what can only be interpreted as a try to call onto the logic circuits in Mr. Maher’s brain, started to explain that the problem was only partly that he and Omar had a fight, which in a school isn’t a big deal, and majorly was the rain’s fault and that had the weather been a bit fairer that day, they wouldn’t have had to stand accused of any behavioral problems. The cute facial expressions on Saad’s face while presenting his arguments, added to the shock such a notion has caused to Mr. Maher, opted the later to go for the “Bellah 3alaik?” pathway.

The morale of the story:
1. Logic can and will cause serious damage when used uncloaked.
2. When engaging in melee combat in a muddy place, take off your clothes first.
3. When not able to abide by point #2, have the common sense of not showing up where other humanoids will be alarmed at your sight.

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.

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!