November 9th, 2005
Nine years ago, on the 9th of November, Amman was bombed at (as I recall) 2 hotels. Back then, everyone called anyone they know to make sure they were okay. Classmates, family members. I do not remember why it happened nor who was behind it, nor whether anyone knew anything about it afterwards for that matter, but Amman was shook that day.
Yet somehow, after 9 years, even a year later, people remember this incident less and less. Maybe it is all just a testament to how strong we are, or how strongly we believe in our security. I had a few people on my Facebook feed condoling American victims of September 11, forgetting about how we, too, were threatened and probably even more so now than ever before.
Do not misunderstand me, the apology is a nice, meaningful gesture I think; since suffering was caused by the hands of people who were in a way or another related to us as a culture (since Islam now has a horrible image attached to it), the apology as a plead for the world away from the Middle East to see that there is also good in the people in the region is a nice thing. The apology celebrates the good and hangs on to it, hoping that the world does not forget the image of us once being pioneers of science, not just religion.
Anyway, that being said, why is it that nobody even mentions the bombings that happened in Amman? Have we grown to hate our own country to that extent, or are we merely just calling everything a conspiracy theory like we do about everything else? Are we just detached from any sense of belonging due to having to scrape by to survive? Are we too attached to other things and forgetting to empathize with our fellow countrymen? Must we be impacted by something directly to remember it? Are we just taking our security for granted?
Maybe I’m just over-thinking and we, as a people, just tend to not express much.
It could be a lot of things really, to each their own, and this is mine.
As a child who grew up in this country and tumbled down its hills’ stairs, skinned his knees on its pavement playing football, celebrated snow by taking days off, and watched its plastic bags fly above her/his head and gave it a name: This post is to pay my respect to all those who suffered due to the horrible incidents in Amman 9 years ago and to everyone who helped keep the country secure afterwards. Here’s to your survival as a peaceful haven among chaos, Jordan, and here’s to your charm and the negatives in you that we all love to criticize.
… And may our sewage be fixed this winter (I had to).