Saturday, August 7, 2010

Thoughts

This post is much longer than I expected.  My apologies.. even I don't like to read very long things.  



Random
Some news
Culture
Feelings
Pictures

I am currently sitting on my windowsill.  I feel kind of scandalous sitting on my windowsill.. like maybe women shouldn't do it, especially at night in case a man might see them or something.  I always imagine myself as an Arab girl, and I don't think an Arab girl would ever sit on her windowsill at night.  




To give you an idea of my surroundings, I have just recently changed the channel from Arabic cartoons to an Arabic comedy.  The weather was hot today, but at night it's perfect and there's always a nice breeze.  (Last week was ridiculous.. it reached for 100 for most of the week.)  

My classes end this Tuesday.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that my building gives us a curfew - 11:00 PM.  They lock the doors then.  It's an all-ladies building so men aren't allowed in the building.  If you want to stay out later, you have to tell them beforehand or call them, and even still they might not say it's okay.  It's better than the 9:00 PM curfew that the university gives. 

I also forgot to mention in my last blog that I switched my ring from my left hand to my right hand.  If it's on the right hand, it means I'm engaged.  If it's on the left hand, that means I'm married.  Being married indicates that I live with a man.  I switched it to the right hand because I don't live with a man.  











And speaking of the ring, ever since I've worn it, I haven't been bothered.  Sometimes I get stares but not like I used to.  

I took it off for one day.  I was sitting at a restaurant waiting for a friend (I'll talk about that in a minute too) and there was a group of guys sitting at a table who could see me through the window.  The one guy nudged the other one and they all stared.  Let me try to find a picture of how people stare here, because you seriously have no idea until you see it.  It's NOT like in the US.  I hate it.. a lot.  I actually get it from Arab girls as well.  

That's the best I could find.  Just imagine these eyes EVERYWHERE around you, ON you.

Anyways, I was really uncomfortable so I motioned to him to stop it.  He didn't understand, so I made the gesture again and mouthed "Khalas"  which means "That's enough."  The guy got up and walked somewhere, but the rest of the table kept glaring :(  

So yes, my friend from Saudi Arabia visited me!  He always helped me with my Arabic :)   It was so nice to see a friend, and we really enjoyed each other's company.  



Let's talk a little more about some cultural things.  

The bottom of your shoe is the dirtiest.  To expose the bottom of your shoe to someone is the worst insult ever.  When you sit, make sure your sole is NOT showing.  Never put your feet up anywhere.  People will be genuinely offended and think that you think they are beneath your feet.  You can imagine how insulting it is to throw your shoe at someone.  

Revenge is also a big part of the mindset here, and I don't want to generalize because there are people who aren't this way.  But let's say if someone is offended or has had something done to them, many must get them back somehow.  They can't let it go until they feel that they're even.  

Age and wisdom are respected here, not so much youth and beauty.  

I've also noticed that people don't do the fake friendly promises, like "I'll call you sometime"  or "Maybe we can get together."  If someone wants to invite you over, they do it right then or don't bring it up at all.  It's perfect.  

A lot of signs have Arabic writing but are English words.. for example, sometimes I read signs that say "Soobr Markt" (Supermarket)  or "Faarmasi" (Pharmacy).  Those are not Arabic words.  

I mean this one has to be the same word, but I just gave a picture to demonstrate.  

The meals go:  Breakfast (in the morning, obviously), lunch (the biggest meal of the day, around 3ish with several different dishes at once), then a later meal (usually late late evening or nighttime).  Oh yeah, and everything is eaten with pita bread.  Everything.  

All the house numbers are the same size and color, like this.  





I'm feeling a bunch of things right now.  

1.  I never thought I would say this after adjusting, but I'm ready to come home.  I miss a lot of things about it.  

- I miss touching people..  like I miss hugs and touching people's shoulders when I have something exciting to say.   Even a handshake!  
- I miss being able to laugh loudly. 
- I miss rain.  
- I miss sarcasm.  
- I miss my friends and my family.  
- I miss being able to walk outside and not have people wonder why I'm alone.  
- I miss being able to walk outside when it's dark and not be seen as a prostitute.  
- I miss the pedestrians having the right of way and friendly customer service.  
- I miss being able to text 500 times a week and not paying for each text.  
- I miss being able to show my forearms and neck and not offend anyone.  
- I miss not always analyzing every move I make to see if I'm doing something offensive.




I'm also pretty disappointed in myself because I haven't been speaking Arabic a lot or getting enough of the culture.  I haven't learned as much as I could have.  I live by myself, and I almost never see Tamara's family.  My friends at school speak English (even the non-American ones), so that's how we communicate.  I need to push myself to find people who are willing to speak just Arabic and be patient with me for not understanding.  



I fear Ramadan.  I fear it.  (If you're unsure of what it is, it's when Muslims fast between sunrise and sunset, in a nutshell.)  At first, I really wanted to experience it and try it to see what it's like.  But if everything's closed during the day and open during the night, that gives me a few predicaments:

     -  I would sleep all day and stay up all night, but if I go outside to eat in the night, it looks bad, right?  Most of my friends will have left at this point, so I can't just grab someone to come with me to eat.  

     -  But if I choose to not sleep during the day, there's still a problem.  Taxis probably won't be running throughout the day, so I can't go see anyone unless it's at night... but my curfew is 11.  I don't want to be alone all day, but if everyone's sleeping, what do I do?  




Though I miss home, I'm also afraid to leave because there are so many things I enjoy here.  

- I like the fact that there are hardly any advertisements here.. like billboards on every corner or posters everywhere.  
- I like that I have a windowsill to sit on.
- I like the fact that clothes are cheap.. my jeans were about $15 USD.  To tailor something costs about $1.50 - $2.00 USD.  
- I will miss all the fruit juices everywhere!  Especially mango juice and lemon-with-mint juice. 
- I will miss everyone's outgoingness.  I don't think that's a word.  
- I will miss hearing Arabic music everywhere.. on phones, on commercials, in supermarkets, in cars, etc.
- I like how people celebrate.  For graduations, weddings, and the big end-of-senior-year test called "Tawjihi,"  people honk down the streets and have fireworks and genuine celebrations. 
- I will miss hearing people speak Arabic and using Arabic and being understood when I speak it.   
- I will miss the traditional clothing.  I LOVE shemaghs. This is a shemagh:

I LOVE it.  I just noticed they're holding hands.  


Here's some pictures for fun. 

I tried to creep some pictures of fashion.  This is a "line."  



It's rude to take pictures of girls because most like to keep a low profile.  I took pictures anyway :/
Some of my friends have offended people by taking their picture or asking to take their picture. 


Cool shopping cart

Notice the Arabic keyboard :D


This is weird.. I'm drawing pictures with English words for my language partner and I drew a bracelet.  Later I get on facebook and see an ad for the same bracelet I drew, ha.



I suppose it's pretty common-looking




The dancing in that video is SO COOL.


This is the prayer call I believe.  I filmed this in Jerusalem.. without skill.  



This is the traditional Jordanian dancing.. I put a picture of this in another blog.  




Arabic cartoons!! :)  


That's all for now :)





Monday, August 2, 2010

Culture

I keep updating this post because I'm forgetting things.  


I just got denied a handshake for the second time.  It doesn't feel good :(  The first time I held out my hand and the guy just looked away... so I said "Oh.." and slowly dropped my hand.  The second time I stuck out my hand to a different person and he put his hand on his heart and shook his head.  I said "Oh, I'm sorry.."  It was actually pretty uncomfortable for me because I made him uncomfortable.  I think I'm done extending my hand.  

Here's some pictures that I mentioned in my other blog:


Büşra put this Turkish headscarf on me




Oh yeah, this is Büşra! :D



K let's color-code this.  

Random
Fashion:  Guys
Fashion:  Girls
Men
Traffic
Jerusalem
More Random
Daily Schedule


I have a language partner, and her name is Shefa'.  She's 24, very petite, and hardly speaks any English.  She still speaks more English than I speak Arabic though.  We get together every few days and teach each other.  She's very sweet :)  I bought her a dictionary and she said "Oh, thank you!  I like you!"  

I bought an Arabic drum!!  It's swell :)  



The North Star is especially bright here.  

Everyone speaks really really loudly.  

I've had another week of cold showers.  


I've been told by a few locals that I look like Angelina Jolie.

I'm afraid to mention anything about the King because I could get arrested if I am seen or heard saying anything bad about him.


Fashion -  

   Guys:   

1.  Tight clothing
2.  Dark colors
3.  Dress shirt, unbuttoned 2 buttons
4.  If boots, pointed to a flat tip
5.  Nice watch
6.  Perhaps cologne
7.  Fitted black trousers
8.  Fitted jeans
9.  Short, perhaps spiky, gelled hair
10.  Shades

I'll have to take better pictures of the fashion.  





Girls:  Depends on the girl.  

Girl 1.  Somewhat common.  Normal, loose-to-tight clothes and no hijab.  Maybe heels, cute sandals, or tennis shoes.  Big black hair.  

Girl 2.  Layers of tight clothing that cover everything.  Skinny jeans.  Long sleeve t-shirt with another longer stylish shirt over it.  Heels, cute sandals, or tennis shoes.  Hijab.  Lots of eye makeup.   However, I'm told this is not Islam because it's not modest enough.  

Girl 3.  Hijab, long baggy trench coats that almost reach the ankles OR long baggy black dress, pants, tennis shoes.   Ankles, neck, elbows, and wrists are covered.  This is modest.  

Girl 4.  Everything covered in a black baggy material except the eyes.

Girl 5.  Everything covered in a black baggy material, including the eyes.  


Girls 2 and 3 are the most common.  




I also would like to emphasize the bromance.  I mentioned before that men hold hands.  Men are just so close with each other here.. sometimes they kiss cheeks or put their hands in their friend's pocket.... and with the tight clothing, we Americans would wonder.  But they are not gay, they are just very very close with each other.  And it's true, men rule everything.  Women don't have much of a say.. Women shouldn't be seen outside at night.  Women shouldn't see or talk to any male friends, even in a group, if she is seeing someone.  Women shouldn't laugh too loudly.  Women should just pretty much keep all attention off themselves.  I often find myself feeling very small and my opinions don't really seem to matter much.  If I say, "No, I'm busy tomorrow,"  it doesn't have value.  Or "Please don't do this" isn't heard.  Of course, that might depend on the person.  Either way, men control.  


Traffic -  

There are cars everywhere all the time.  They honk all the time.  They screech their brakes all the time.  Pedestrians don't have the right of way, so when you're crossing the street, it's like Frogger, literally.  Don't expect the car to stop for you because they're probably not paying attention anyway.  The cars on the street vary from old to new.. most of them are pretty old and taxi drivers use cardboard on their left window as a sunvisor.  Taxis also vary from new to old.  


Jerusalem -

So I went to Jerusalem on Friday!!  I went with 2 of my guy friends.. we could only go for 1 day because the border closes at 12 PM and we have classes Sunday.  So Friday morning at 4:30 AM I get up, leave at 5:30 (I had to sneak out the window because they lock everyone in), passed the border around 11:30.  I got in trouble by one of the guards for taking a picture of the security place, then he just happened to put my passport in his pocket and walk away.  After 10-15 minutes we found him and asked for my passport.  

There was just something magical about the whole place... even though there's tension there, there was something peaceful and pure about it.  It felt like I was on a cloud the whole time. 

AND I saw two more places from my dreams.. it was so crazy!  I also saw the Wailing Wall and Dome of the Rock, Via Dolorosa, and the Church of Holy Sepulchre.  We stayed at the Mount of Olives hotel for the night.   



From my dream (above)




Also from my dream (above)




Oh myyyy... this was the best Baklava EVER.  



I wrote down the most common Hebrew phrases to speak while I was there. 


I had my first Hebrew conversation!!!  It was deep and intense.. it went like this:

Me:  Anglit?  (English?)
Him:  Cain.  (Yes.)

It was great.  

I also had the best fig I have ever and will ever eat in my entire life.  



Haha.. here's a nice Arabic mistake my friend made.  Earlier that day we had all eaten kebab.  He wanted more so he meant to say "Man, I could really go for some kebab right now!"  but he said "Man, I could really go for some shebab right now!"  Hahahahah.... shebab means a group of guys.  So what he said was "Man, I could really go for some young men right now!"   Nobody caught it.  I still laugh out loud when I think about it, and I'm laughing out loud now.  


We left early Saturday morning at 6 and because it was Shabbat, there were nooooo cars on the street from 6:00 to the time we got to the border, about 8ish.  Our Palestinian taxi driver told us that people can get in trouble with the law if they're driving on Shabbat.  We made it home around 11:00 on Saturday and I slept all day.  


More Random -

This is really random, but I notice that people brag differently.  In the United States, tons of people tend to brag about how good they look or maybe how much money they have.  Here, people might brag about how many people they know or how much respect they have.  But actually, hardly anyone here brags at all.  They never feel the need to flatter themselves.  That to me is such a beautiful thing.  It's humble.  Everyone should have humility, including myself.  

Friendly customer service doesn't really exist.  People never say "Can I help you?"  or anything similar.  For example, when I was looking to get my blood test for my visa, the lady at the desk said "Shu biddek?"  which means "What do you want?"  and when I signed up for classes, the girl in front of me didn't have enough money.  The lady yelled at her for not having  enough money and for waiting in line the whole time without it.  

Oh yeah, lines.  They don't exist.  At lunch, if you want something to eat, you push your way to the front to pay.  Otherwise you'll never get to the front.  It's like a mob of students.  


That's the lunch "line"  ...  also take note of the fashion.  


So let's take a peek at a typical daily schedule:

9:00 - 10:40  -- First class
11:00 - 12:40  -- Second class
1:15 - 2ish -- Lunch

Then the evening varies.. I usually meet up with Shefa' or other people and finish my day around 9 or 10ish.  Tuesdays after lunch, some of my friends and I sing worship music in an empty room till 3.  Friday night is church.  


Well, thank you for your suggestions about my blog since almost everything has become normal to me and I forget to mention them.  And thanks for reading!