Archive for August, 2007

Information about Fort Bashir (Qasir Bashir): written about by Johann Ludwig Burckhardt around 1812

Who is Burchardt? Here is an excerpt from wikipedia:

Johann Ludwig (also known as John Lewis, Jean Louis) Burckhardt (November 24, 1784 – October 15, 1817) was a Swiss traveller and orientalist. He wrote his letters in French and signedLouis. He is best known for rediscovering the ruins of the city of Petra (today in Jordan)

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Ludwig_Burckhardt

Burckhardt’s journey took place around 1812. Before reaching petra, south of Jordan, Burckhardt had to pass through karak. In doing so, he visited the archaeological sites in the area. One of them, to my amazement, is Fort bashir. Although it is situated in a very isolated place, he visited it. Even today, 2010, the area around fort Bashir is still uninhibited by people. You can navigate around Fort Bashir in google earth. Yes, you can see Fort Bashir using google earth. If don’t have the program installed, visit the google maps website. It doesn’t require a program. Click here for the link and the instruction.

In record of his travels through the area, he wrote a book entitled “Travels in Syria & the Holy Land”. The whole book is availabe online for free. I borrowed the book from the Library of Mu’tah University. The online version, however, doesn’t contain some Arabic words that the paperback copy contains. Burkhardt worte some Arabic words in his book. I guess they were mainly the Arabic names of the locations which he visited. Click here to read the online free copy of “Travels in Syria & the Holy Land by John Burckhardt”.

Here are the exerts from Burchardt’s book when he passed and visited the Roman Fort shown in this photo; Fort Bashir. The following text was written in the early part of the nineteenth century, around 1812. This is exactly the text from the paperback book without any modifications from me! The Arabic words are from the author. I borrowed the book from the library of Mu’tah University, Karak:

[On the spot where we reached the highest banks of the Modjeb are the ruins of a place called Akeb El Debs(عقب الدبس). We followed from thence to the top of the precipice at the foot of which the river flows, in an eastern direction, for a quarter of an hour, when we reached the ruins of Arrayr (عرعاير) , the Aroer of the scriptures, standing at the edge of the precipice, from hence a foot path leads down to the river in the Koura, about one hour to the west of Arrayr, are some hillocks called Kesour el Basheir ( قصور البشير) …]

 

Burchardt doesn’t mention any further information about the site, as you can red, there are almost 3 sites in his few hours walk. If he was going to write in details about every ruin site he met, pages and pages will not be enough. I was even amazed to know that there are that huge number of ruins near my village. Of all the sites mentioned above, I only knew about Kesour el Basheir (Bashir), since it is visible from my house. Read how I took this photo. Click here.

 

For further information, I went to the very great site: www.vkrp.org. Virtual Karak Resources Project website is authored by American Archaeologists who did studies in the governorate of Karak. It gives very detailed information about the area. The site doesn’t only provide Archaeological studies about the area, but aslo, historical, environmental, and cultural. In a page, they write about Fort Bashir.

 

Another example of a castra is Qasr Bshir, a cavalry outpost located nine miles northeast of el-Lejjun. An inscription over the front entrance indicates a construction date of AD 293-305. [Photo ] It is a quadriburgium fort, which means it is square with large corner towers. It is a square trapezoid 0.31 ha (0.77 acres) in size. Four large towers (12 m2) project from the corners. They are three stories high and contain slit windows. Around the perimeter of the lower level were stables for animals. Above the stables were barracks, which could house 150 men. [Photo, Plan of Qasr Bshir – 80K ]

Source: http://www.vkrp.org/studies/historical/roman-forts/info/castella.asp

 

Wow! It was built almost 1700 years ago! This is why I love Archaeology!

# Read a very interesting article written by Written by Marc-Henry Saillard. The article is present in a Jordanian Blog called 7iber.com. Click here to read the article.

 

# More photos of Fort Bashir:

 

Source: Virtual Karak Resources Project: www.vkrp.org

 

Source: Virtual Karak Resources Project: www.vkrp.org

 

Source: Virtual Karak Resources Project: www.vkrp.org

 


Source: http://www.vkrp.org/studies/historical/roman-forts/images/maps/map005.jpg

 

image

Source: http://www.archaeology.org/0011/abstracts/insight.html

 


source: http://www.vkrp.org/studies/historical/

 

the old desert fortrest in jordan

Source: http://www.panoramio.com/photo/12811974

 

Qasr Bushir

Source: http://www.panoramio.com/photo/12812000

 

Qasr Bhsir Panoramica

Source: http://www.panoramio.com/photo/27576990

 

البوابة

Source: http://www.panoramio.com/photo/38280890

 

Qasr Bshir

Source: http://www.panoramio.com/photo/34351431

 

Qasr Bushir

Source: http://www.panoramio.com/photo/2972199

“You’re Beautiful”

Do you know the singer James Blunt? My first time to get to know this singer was when he was interviewed by Opera. He has a song titled: “You’re Beautiful” Which I like very much. What about you? Don’t you like it? I do think so. Here is a part of the lyrics of this song:

My life is brilliant
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I’m sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won’t lose no sleep on that,
‘Cause I’ve got a plan….

Look what I found by accident when entering the youtube site to search for Mecarina Dance. I found an exact imitation of the song concerning the melody, but look at the lyrisc, I wrote them down. Do you notice any similarity? Your amazement would certainly start when you see the video…

This shape was brilliant
This shape was pure.
I saw 3 angles.
Of that I am sure!
And I saw 3 pointy corners
And then I saw 3 strict size
The top was very narrow
And the base was also wide…

"You’re Beautiful"

Do you know the singer James Blunt? My first time to get to know this singer was when he was interviewed by Opera. He has a song titled: “You’re Beautiful” Which I like very much. What about you? Don’t you like it? I do think so. Here is a part of the lyrics of this song:

My life is brilliant
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I’m sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won’t lose no sleep on that,
‘Cause I’ve got a plan….

Look what I found by accident when entering the youtube site to search for Mecarina Dance. I found an exact imitation of the song concerning the melody, but look at the lyrisc, I wrote them down. Do you notice any similarity? Your amazement would certainly start when you see the video…

This shape was brilliant
This shape was pure.
I saw 3 angles.
Of that I am sure!
And I saw 3 pointy corners
And then I saw 3 strict size
The top was very narrow
And the base was also wide…

Romans Were Here!

I took this photo through the eye of a modest Binocular. As you can see, I won’t any hardship convincing you that this is a picture taken in Karak; the deserted land, the Azazmehs’ (Bedouins originally from south of Palestine) tents, and finally, the far horizon which is a real desert. Why am I enclosing this photo in my post about “Romans”?

If I haven’t circled that squared dot in the distance, I would be teasing you know to guess what is in the photo related to the Romans. I could go back to Adobe Photoshop and correct the “mistake”, however, I don’t have time! You might object and tell me that I have all the time ’cause I had finished my summer semester of university. It would be true, if I am not working as a full-time secretary sending requests and receiving “business” contracts from people whom might be interested in learning Arabic.

Anyway, going back to the circled area, those are Roman ruins. What is within this circle? Can you tell me? Yes, exactly, there is nothing but a black dot, good observation. It is a black dot on the image ’cause it is very far from my house. But what does it represent? Now your guess have a value, What? No, it is not. It is a roman fortress, which was built-as I remember- a protection from the raids coming from the desert. What more information I know about this fortress? The swiss explorer who discovered Petra in the early nineteenth century passed from here. Do you know who am I talking about? He is Johann Lewis Burkhardt. In other words: “Burckhardt was there”! Wow! This great swiss explorer months before his going to Petra, took a look at that Roman castle. For more information, you can read his book: “Travels in Syria and the holy land”. On Sunday, I will go to Mu’tah University so as to return 2 books I have borrowed. I will add another task to this,I will go to Burckhardt’s book and copy the lines where he talked about his passing from this area.

Some Great Sites!

You probably have an account on one of the community sites like: face book, hi5, x, y, z… there are a lot of them. I don’t know if there is any really positive thing that can be gained from those sites, but the thing that I am quite sure of, is that they won’t be as useful as the sites that I am gonna be typing below.
In the recent few days, I came to know some kind of community sites, where you can’t only get to meet people from all over the world. But also, be able to practice the other person’s language. And find people who are interested in learning your language, you will teach them the language(s) you speak, and in their turn, they would do the same. A great bargain, don’t you think so?

The list starts from http://www.italki.com, then my best favorite: http://www.sharedtalk.com. Last but not least, the site that I discovered today thanks to alexa.com, http://www.polyglot-learn-language.com

Till this moment, I have been enrolled in italki.com since at least 5 months, sharedtalk from maybe a week, polygolt-learn-language.com just hours ago…

My friends score: A very intelligent young Moldavian girl who has been living in Canada for the last 6 years, an Afghani lady from the USA, a very fluent Arabic Speaker who is from Pakistan and lives in the US. Before I mention the fourth person whom I met just today, did you notice a common thing between the previous 3 friends of mine who are learning Arabic? Except that they all know me, they are all, what did you say? Yes, not originally born in the US, all of them were born in the coutries where they parents (them too) came from… Quite interesting, isn’t it? Going back to my 4th new friends, she comes also from the US, and guess what? She wasn’t born somewhere outside the US, she is a real American. How could this happen? I don’t know, she is the first American among not least than 30 whom I have sent invitaions for who simply accepted my adding her to my contacts list. She is not only nice and modest but also very smart, she already knows Spanish and Japanese. How lucky I am to have all of them as language exchange partners?! I won’t judge it so quickly, so as it always proven to me to be a bad omen.

He Won A Million $, So?!

Have you ever watched the TV program: “Who will win the million?”. This program was ,and I don’t know if it is still, very famous in the Arab world. I don’t know if this is an indication of how famous it is in other places where other versions of the show are shown. Anyway, those who are familiar with the program, know how hard it is to answer 15 questions in order to eventually win the million. In facts, not so many people have had the chance to win that big money!

No one would argue that those people who was able to do it, are really not easy to forget, they are distinguished people. However, not all of them you and I will be remembering for too much. Why? I guess ’cause there are not a few of them! Hence, I believe that among the many people who have won the million so far, it is no longer something very remarkable about someone to win again.

The next youtube video is of a guy who won the million, but wait! He not only won the million, but, and most importantly, he made a difference, what was the difference?! I won’t spoil the video for you. Play it and you will find out…

BTW, did you notice the indescribable smile (at least in my eyes!) on the contestant’s face when the host read the question? A Mona Lisa-like smile in my opinion (some who)! What do you think?

Mahatma Gandhi & Ali Bin Abi Taleb

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”

“Work for your life after death as if you were to die tomorrow. Work for your life on earth as if you were to live forever”
“E3mal le mamatek ka’nak tmoot 3’dan, wa E3mal li7iatik ka’nak t3eesh abdan”

In the site quotes4all.net, I ran across the first quotation. The second one is a quotation I pulled from my memory and threw it here as you can see. Do you notice any similarity between the 2 quotes? I know that they might have the same meaning. However, I am talking about the pattern in which they are presented, I believe that they are absolutely identical.

That would lead me to the question: Were they said by the same person? Well, not exactly. The first was said by Ghandi -an Indian ascetic & nationalist leader. However, this doesn’t apply to the second one. As I once read, it was said by the fourth and last Sunni caliph, and the first Shi’a Imam. Whom I talking about? Yes, you are right [ 😉 ]. I am talking about Ali Bin Abi Talib. What is the relation between the two? I don’t know, but it seems that Ghandi was encyclopedic to a degree to come to know a person who lived thousands of kilometer away from him, and hundreds of years before him. Does the similarity between the 2 quotations carry another meaning? If so, maybe you can enlighten us.

Answer these questions…

*. The be is soft, so ________ on the floor.
a. was sleeping
b. has slept
c. slept

*. “The taxi has arrived” This sentence expresses:
a. completed past (this is exactly how it was in the exam!)
b. unfinished past
c. result of a past action

*. “She has been able to come to the school.” This sentence expresses:
a. ability
b. experience
c. unfinished past action

*. “I invited my friends who are English to my party.” This sentence means:
a. None of my friends are English.
b. many of my friends are English.
c. ” “… I don’t remember it because it was totally irrelevant.

These are a sample of some lovely questions my computer brought me, in todays English 102 exam. I am sure, that my dear reader by now, has concluded that I didn’t have a good mark. I won’t try to convince you that I don’t blame the type of questions for my results, because I am, partly.

I really believe that there is something wrong in each one of these questions, especially the forth one. How did they postulate that they are (many)? The answer in my opinion should read: “All of my friends are English”. Don’t you agree with me? If not, can you tell me the reasonable answer for which?

P.S. How much did Jameel score in this computerized exam-BTW, damn every computerized test that teachers not allow students to object to a question which has spelling or logical problem- ? We had 50 questions today, for 50 marks, I got 47 out of 50 true, so i scored 47! Damn!. My total score in this course will be, postulation that I will have 10 marks as participation, 96/100. It is really of carelessness to have lost those four marks…

“Don’t call me a liar and a (cheat)” This sentence expresses. (I couldn’t leave without letting you share me this another great sentence of todays perfect exam).

Where do you come from?

What would I do? Every time an American or a European that asks me the question: “Where do you come from?”. I would automatically answer him: “I am from Jordan”. Feeling proud for announcing the name of my country.
But, many of those whom I talk to just won’t show up again after they know where I come from. They are afraid from my country, to be more precise, afraid from any thing coming out from the (peaceful) Middle East.
What shall I do? It really puts me down. Shall I lie? “Oh! I come from China.” or Poland, or any other not Middle eastern country. It is really a tricky question, it has a small answer, but an answer that carries bigger connotations.

What does it mean to deny the country where you come from? To deny your origin. Furthermore, to deny the place where you, your parents, and your ancestors lived all their lifes. And as the Jordanian saying reads: “Only those who are Bastards deny their origin!”. But most importantly, not to be able to force others to respect you the way you are. In other words, not to wear any mask of deception and lying.

I am saying all of this after talking via the Skype to a Spanish guy who accepted to talk to me in the first place because he wanted to practice his English, he called me. After the “Hi” and Hello, he asked me the bloody question:” Where do you come from, Jameel?” He said it with the normal funny tone he had been talking with since he called.
“I am from Jordan!” I answered confidently, forgetting the problem that I always had when mentioning where I come from, especially to those from the upper world, from the so-called: first world.
“Oh! Oh! Jor… Jorda… dan” He repeated as if he heard the weirdest thing ever. His tone changed drastically and he became sick of the conversation as if we had been talking for ages.

Throughout the rest of the 15 minutes I spent with him, I was always the one to start a talk, because he remained silent as if he wants me to infer: “Just go away! Why didn’t you tell me that you are from the fucking Middle East from the beginning?! Why?”.

This one-side conversation lasted what it lasted, then he asked: “Do you log on often to the internet?”. He asked a question that doesn’t lack cunningness.
_”Yes! Somehow!” I answered him not knowing the aim of his question.
_”Then, I will see you later! I gotta go now!”
_”OK… Bye” I said it with the tone like I am some kind of a sub-human being.

Anyway, if this guy calls again, it shows that he is not what I think of him (How naive person I am just to write this sentence!). If not, a sign of how shallow he is, the only thing that I would lose is a “thing” that could improve my English. What is more, I couldn’t expect too much from an Agnostic, those people don’t have any set of ethics to go by!

I will put the meaning of (agnostic) just to my knowledge, ’cause I strongly assume that Mr. Mazen knows what it means. Don’t you know what it means?

*

Agnostic: noun a person who believes that nothing is known or can be known of the existence or nature of God. (Concise Oxford English Dictionary)

Summer or Spring?!


Before: Friday, September 29, 2006….

After: Today, August 04, 2007…

To Balau with Mr. Ken

Preface: I wrote this peace of diary June 8, 2007. I didn’t add it ’cause my internet connection was suspended at that time. By the way, I should introduce you to the star of this diary, the unforgettable Mr. Ken.

Mr. Ken: His full name is Kenneth Henry, a Canadian history teacher, married to Mrs. Maxine, a co-citizen of him. When they came to Smakieh as volunteers to teach English in Al-Wassieh school, their family consisted of 2 boys-Hans and Eidden, and a girl-Ezibelle. Leaving Smakieh almost 2 years after their arrival, his family was increased by one girl since his wife got pregnant -probably she now has the Arabic name of Rana, as he showed interest in this name, more than one time.


[ Mr. Ken in the conversation class on Thursday, December 07, 2006. In the photo, he was asking his students in the conversation class-I, Hisham, Sohad, Janneen, probably teacher. To pause in order to take a photo us which to be sent to his family and friends in Canada, about his life in the between the dottiest spots on earth country!]

How would I describe their staying affecting me? Although I was totally confined with Tawjihi the first year they spent here, I would happily assert that they, mainly Mr. Ken, added a lot not only to my English, but also to my personality. Let me now explain the first, my English. Mr. Ken generously gave a precious 2 hours every week in order to give an extremely not only useful but also funny and enjoyable conversation class. The second one, to my personality, I learnt that you can say compliments without needing to lie; just pick the smallest beautiful thing and show your interest in it. I learnt that I should buying books to me should be as buying falafel, always and with eagerness.

A walk with Mr. Ken

This day is a very special day in my life, since it witnessed my first time to enter a Bedouin tent, and drink water from a bowl made from Aluminum, extremely wild and fantastic. How was this day arranged for?

Yesterday, Thursday, June 7, 2007. Me, my parents, my aunt –Um Ziad-. Went to the university in order to have a talk with the vice president of the University –Dr. Mohammed Al-Abadi. We were taken by my cousine, Abu Tareq. And in order to save some fuel. Mr. Ziad took us the same time with Mr. Ken in his daily going to the school of Wassieh. It was my first time to see Mr. Ken after a time of almost 3 months (At least!). He didn’t know about my absence from the university because, firstly, he didn’t mention anything about it. Secondly and most importantly, he asked me if I had finished my university?!. By the way, forget about the first reason I have mentioned here because it is meaningless. I have sorrowfully known that he is going to leave precisely in the 24th of June. Their reason for leaving one year before the end of their official period which is three years. It started in the summer of 2005 and it was supposed to be a three year old visit to Smakieh. Anyway, the reason is that his wife, Maxine, got pregnant and she is now in here 7th month.

To make a long story become short. I told him about my visit to this mysterious and very amazing site, Balau. He immediately showed interest in making a visit to that place and a meeting was appointed which was today, Wednesday at 4 o’clock. And I am gonna explain in detail what happened in this scheduled visit.

As we have arranged, I was at the front of his door at almost 3:55. I entered the main gate of his house then walked to the door. I was a little bit shy of going and knocking at the main door of his house. Thank God, I only needed to say Mr. Ken for not more than two times then the door was opened with a big smile on his face. He said:


-Oh! Jameel… Hi (prolonged hi).

-Hi (I said it with a red face and my head facing the ground- I will surely get red of this habit.)

Before turning around to start the journey, a large number of small cats grabed my attention in the corner of the corridor with their mother cat feeding them. I said:

“Wow! You have a lot of cats. How many cats did the mother cat give birth to?”

“Six”. He said with a big laugh.

“”. Surprised, I didn’t say a word. “It is a big number”, my face gesture showed.

“She is a perfect Arab cat”. He added. Both of us burst into laugh. Just then, we started our 70 minutes walk.

I only had my metal stick with me, not only as a supportive to help you walk but also as a protective from any potential danger, a snake for example. On the other side, Mr. Ken was wearing black glasses, a rounded hat, and having a bag on his back. This bag contained two bottles of water and his digital camera. To describe the area around Mr. Ken’s house. A harvester was working in the fields in front of Murad Nassrawin’s house. One more important thing, before entering Mr. Ken’s house. I found Murad Peter Musalam and Emran 3aid Muslam setting in front of Mu7’lis house. I passed them and said: “Al Salam Alikom”. “Hala”, Emran only answered with this word. What the hell about those people? They only greet you when you are on the top of the mountain. But if you slipped your foot and went down, most people will never pay any attention to you. They will even help to put you more down. Books, Books, Books… This is the only way to know how life and people goes around you.

We went passed the potential MP’s house, in this, I am talking about Teacher Za3al. (P.S. Dr. Raid is the only one who is gonna win this elections unless a non-hijazin candidate came in. We walked then pass a tent set for sheep in front of the olive farms. When passing through some shepherd, Mr. Ken did what he did for all people we met all around the road. He said “Hi!” waving his hand.

We continued the road killing the time talking about how Mr. Ken found Jordan and the Jordanian people. He talked about how he feels that Canadian people should have the hospitality and friendliness of the Jordanian people. And much more positive stuffs about his almost 2 year experience with the Jordanian people. For example, he said: “Many times, when I get into a bus. Many people whom I see for the first time will pay my bus bill. This is amazing how people whom you meet for the first time act with you!”. Hearing these words coming from his mouth made me feel how proud should I be of the customs and nature of simple Jordanian people.

We reached the part of the road where we should decide whether to continue out straight way through the fields planted by barely and wheat. We finally reached the choice of going through the fields. However, we only made a small walk then we turned east towards unplanted fields where our walking will be much more easier. Faster than I imagined, after passing by some tents of Azazmeh, there it was, the huge complex of the Balau with the Fortress of Balau standing almost in the middle of the huge complex. It came in front of us in less than a 70 minutes of walking. The day before, I was telling Mr. Ken that it needs almost two hours to get to Balau. As a result of my inaccurate information. Mr. Ken looked at his watch and after seeing how wrong my information was, he said:

“70 minutes, I thought that… [UI]”. He muttered.

“Umm… Umm…” I was confused at what to say. “I’m sorry, it might be because, because… The last time, I used to stop now and then and look at my way.” I said apologetically. In fact, I should have told him that my calculations were not so precise back then.

“” He didn’t add anything.

We completed our south to north way reaching the main road then turned 90 degrees and then headed west to the complex which was almost beside the road. I noticed an old man setting there with 2 women.

“It would be very useful of we can have a Bedouin guy as a tourist guide to us”. I suggested. “Do you think that we might get help by passing by them and saying hello”.

“Yes, I seems like a nice idea”. He answered with confidence.

I was like: “Are you really that confident of approaching people whom you don’t know”. Nevertheless, he showed complete confidence of this.

“As you wish, Mr. Ken” I talked to myself.

Before reaching them, we passed by a peace of land surrounded by piles of black rocks forming what seems to be like a circle. We stopped and I started trying to figure out what this rounded place could be, I suggested:

“It might be something like a small theatre?!”.

“Maybe!” he answered.

We were going to leave that intriguing place when I suddenly said with a relatively loud voice: “Wait!”. He turned and looked at me in a gesture I didn’t see, but I do expect that it consisted of a sense of being alarmed and waiting. “What happened? What is there?” He would probably would have said that. However, I didn’t give him the time to make any comment. I was already heading toward the center of the rounded structure then bending down to look closer towards a relatively big turtle which was hiding in its shell. It was just a matter of seconds for Mr. Ken to follow me then he bravely hold the turtle with his bare hand and told me that he give it the age between 10-15 years. “How can you know that?” I asked him eagerly to know the answer. He told me that he has a scale in his house which measures the length of the turtles back part and then gives you the age of the turtle. He added: “it is a female turtle, because it has a flat back part of the shell. While a male has a curved part not like this one.”

We reached the old man sitting with two young women. “He doesn’t want to talk with us.” I thought, because he gave his back to us. To my surprise, he turned his face to us suddenly with a smile that grow bigger and bigger as we approached him. Mr. Ken said: “Alsalamo Alikom”. And this would make the old man’s face brighter and then he headed towards us and shacked Mr. Ken’s hand then mine. Mr. Ken then asked him in Arabic about how he is doing and some other things. Finally, the old man pointed to a tent in the east of us and said in Arabic: “Come to my tent to have a cup of tea!”. I immediately translated this to Mr. Ken who in his turn had a big laugh of gratitude and said in Arabic: “Shokran! Ba’adin, Ba’adin”. Which means: “Thank you! Later, Later”.

I firstly took Mr. Ken to the cave that contained the bones and skulls of dead people. “you should take out your camera now!” I said. He took some pictures then we headed to the main fortress, where he took more and more photos. Later on, I took him to the main gate of the fortress and showed him the (secret) doorway and also showed him the underground houses, and the mill stone.

We decided to go to thenorthern edge of the fortress where we found how the fortress is naturally protected. Steep hills which are walls like gave it perfect protection from the north and the west. I found some different shred of potteries this time. Those shreds had some kind of black lines on them. I was later told by the old man that pieces of pottery that had coloring on them goes back to the Islamic period. We then continued our wondering through the different parts of the intriguing and very large complex. We finally finished our sight-seeing and headed to the tent of the old man. His name was Soliman. On our way there, Mr. Ken talked how he thinks that developed countries shouldn’t (steel) the treasures of the east and put it in their museums. I told him that I think that I consider it like a reward for the large effort and the huge amounts of money they put doing excavations in this area. I also told him that without the foreign expeditions, those treasures would probably have been destroyed.

We were taken to Al-Qasr by a Palestinian from Bethlehem who lives in Jordan (this is how he described himself). He told Mr. Ken that he has a large collection of coins that he can bring some sample of them to Mr. Ken.

A human is powerless!

Do you know whose photos are these? They are of the same person, he was an Egyptian comedian. Having seen his left photo, I immediately felt gloomy, many question aroused in me; life, death, work, accomplishments, hard-work, the irritating fact that each one of us will have a day where he is on the door steps of death: weak, helpless, lacking interest in life, probably left alone, and most importantly, looking back at the time when he was young. I wish I have done this! I wish I haven’t done this to X and Y! I didn’t express my love and appreciation to my parents, friends, relatives!.

Minutes ago, seeing what has life done to this person, I remembered what was once written centuries ago, what will work now, tomorrow and until…. I leave you with this peace of psalm 103 of David:

15 As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;

16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.

Do you know whose photos are these? They are of the same person, he was an Egyptian comedian. Having seen his left photo, I immediately felt gloomy, many question aroused in me; life, death, work, accomplishments, hard-work, the irritating fact that each one of us will have a day where he is on the door steps of death: weak, helpless, lacking interest in life, probably left alone, and most importantly, looking back at the time when he was young. I wish I have done this! I wish I haven’t done this to X and Y! I didn’t express my love and appreciation to my parents, friends, relatives!.

Minutes ago, seeing what has life done to this person, I remembered what was once written centuries ago, what will work now, tomorrow and until…. I leave you with this peace of psalm 103 of David:

15 As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;

16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.

Great Sayings!

Never cry for any relation in life
because for the one whom you cry
does not deserve your tears
and the one who deserves
will never let you cry!!

Treat everyone with politeness
even those who are rude to you,
not because they are not nice
but because you are nice!!

Never search your happiness in others
which will make you feel alone,
rather search it in yourself
you will feel happy
even if you are left alone!!

Always have a positive attitude in life.
there is something positive in every person.
even a stopped watch is right twice a day!!

Happiness always looks small
when we hold it in our hands.
but when we learn to share it,
We realize how big and precious it is!!

For these beautiful pieces of art, I am so thankful, to PinkPrincess from the englishbaby.com site, if you are reading this now Princess Pink, “Thank you!”.
BTW, I advise you to log onto the site menioned above. It is an online community where you can meet people with the same goal of improving their Engish. My first expressions of the sites is that it is so great. Try it, and I hope that your opinion won’t differ a lot of mine (only in the negative side).

I needa start working hard on my studies….

This is my final week in university this semester. I will be having my final English Exam on Thursday. Today, I received my English Exam Mark. If you go back some posts, you will find that I had posted a sentence in which I said, (We use present continuous in this sentence to talk about the future because I am talking about an even that is already planned in time and place!!! This is just a revision of tomorrow’s exam)… Guess what, a question came based on the grammar of this snetence.
Q] When do we use the “Present Continuous”? and can you guess what my answer was? Yes, it is stated above, I have written it the day before, “planned….”. I answered:

A] Planned Decision.

Guess what? It is too wrong! Yes, Present continuous is not used for “Planned Decision”, it is used for “Personal Arrangement”, so? I blame who? Only myself not to study the grammar and counting that the questions would be coming only on the form of sentences. My mark was 19/20 [ 😦 ]. The other devastating mark is my computer one, I scored 17/23. What condolences me in this mark that I didn’t pay as much attention to it as I did in the first month. BTW, screw such a condolence!. My first month biostatistics mark is, as I found out today, 25.5/30. Relatively good as the highest mark is 27.

God help me… Please… To Concentrate

And as James blunt once sang:

 

Good bye my lover, good bye my friend, you have been the one, you have the one to me…

P.S. This is a very great song, you can download it via a P2P program called “Limewire”… I hope that James won’t mind that, will you James? I know he…. (you decide).