Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Baby It's Cold Outside.....

You Know You Live in the Middle East in Winter if…….


1. It rains..... and the streets flood
2. You haven’t had a shower in three days because there is no hot water
3. You turn the oven on and huddle around it just to keep warm
4. You have thee pair of socks on, long-johns under your pants, a long underwear shirt and two sweaters, your jacket, gloves and a hat…..and you’re sitting in your living room (still cold, too)
5. You don't need to put food and beverage in the refrigerator or freezer because leaving them out on the counter will suffice.
6. You can see your breath when you’re inside
7. It takes about 3 days for your clothes to dry after you wash them (because you don’t have a dryer) and even then they always feel damp
8. It helps if you wear a hat to bed



I was going to wait until I had ten or so "reasons how you'd know if you were in the Middle East during winter" but I thought these would be fun to share. I'll add more as I experience them in the days and weeks to come! I hope you, readers, don't take this list as a list of complaints...while they are all true, it's still one more thing to laugh at and be thankful for and I don't mean at all to complain! So stay warm wherever you are an enjoy the central heat extra much for me! And for those of you who either still live in the Middle East winter or have at one time.... feel free to add to this list! :)


Friday, January 12, 2007

A New Year.....

Well bright and early on the first day of 2007 I began to think to myself what kind of New Year's resolutions I might dream up. I remember I used to make resolutions when I was a little girl...things like "try to be nicer to my brother" and "write more letters to my grandmother" and when I was a little older "write in my journal almost every day". Then in my college days it was "work out more, lose weight, drink more water" and so on. This year I was sort of at a loss as to what I needed to resolve to improve or work towards. Not that there's nothing to improve on....nonononooo...that's definitely not the reason! I think I just feel a little overwhelmed at what I am facing in the year ahead. I was told recently that my supervisor has a list of about 10 countries he wants me visit in the coming months in order to make contacts with the deaf there, I am facing more months of studying Arabic (WHAT a task!), not to mention keeping my chin up as I strive to live well in the Middle East. My resolution should be: live one day at a time with grace!

Anyway I think instead of dwelling further on things to come I will spend some time writing about things in the past year. In one year a lot has changed... It has been an adventure settling in here. I am recalling many lessons my parents taught me like- make every obstacle an adventure, live one day at a time, expect the unexpected, and celebrate even the smallest of successes! As I was growing up in the Gaza Strip we lived by these and I learned as a very little girl that life was fragile and precious and hard. God never promised us an easy journey, only suffering was promised. I learned to live in the moment and take from each day what it brought, with joy and thankfulness. I am trying to put those things into practice. Here are some other things I am having opportunities to live out:
1. Moving here has provided the opportunity to live with the fact that I have given up my rights. In the United States personal rights are something highly valued and taught. For women, especially, "rights" are something that have been fought for and something that women claim and hold to tightly. And living in a different culture/different countries where these "rights" are not put into practice, especially for women, has been difficult at times. I no longer have a right to have my voice heard; I do not have a right to dress as I like, go where I like, when I like; I no longer have the right to life my life my way. I am expected to live as the women here do.... or pay the price. Now, of course there are basic human rights that I will always hold to but the more general personal rights that we Americans are so used to are a thing of the past....
2. "Keep my eye on the goal"- that has been a line I've said to myself many times since coming here. There have been times when I was so lonely or sad or frustrated I've said to God, "Is it time to go back yet? Can't You please let me go now?; ....uh I was just kidding about this whole, 'move to Jordan' thing....can I go back??" When it's pouring down rain and I am standing out in it NOT finding a taxi, when the men treat me badly, when I am so overwhelmed with my job, and when I feel like turning back I sense a voice from the Lord saying, "Am I worthy?" and I know in an instant that He is. And that I can endure whatever comes my way because He is worthy and my purpose here is for Him.
3. Keeping perspective...... is not as easy as it seems. But it is something I am getting practice in!! "It could always be worse" is another phrase I repeat to myself often. I find myself coming up against several frustrating things about life here in the Middle East! One, for example, is my washing machine. For starters it is very small so if you have what may be considered one load of laundry in the U.S. I can probably fit about half or a third of it into my washer. Water only comes into my water tanks once a week- Thursdays. So Thursdays are my laundry day and it seems to consume my whole day! One delightful thing about my washer is that it's spin cycle does not do its job. Therefore after the cycle stops and I open the door to the washer I find soaking, sopping wet things inside. This is especially frustrating when washing towels (you can fit about two bath towels in the washer at one time and that's about it). Now, manually wringing out towels may not sound like a big deal but let me assure you that it is a lot more difficult than it may sound. It is especially frustrating because I don't have a dryer and it takes about two days for clothes to dry on the line (in the winter) so hanging out soaking wet things would, like, double the drying time. So there I was yesterday, leaning over the sink, holding heavy, soaking towels up, wringing ,with all my might, but somehow not managing to really get any water out! Except there is water all over me and all over the floor....and still in the towels! I stopped to rest, tried not to say ugly things to my towels and to the washer....and then I burst out laughing as it dawned on me... it could always be worse! Hey, at least I have a washer! At least I have clean water that comes in every week! So praise the Lord. Praise the Lord for the blessings that I do have, praise Him for a spin cycle that doesn't work, praise Him for the struggles He leads me through and praise Him that "He isn't an escape from reality but the way into its depths".
4. I am seeing that it is harder to forget than it is to remember.
I am going to keep this point vague for now but I am painfully experiencing this..... an attempt and a failure to forget that which I wish I could.

So here's to a new year! Here's to more adventures and more overcoming, more laughter, tears, and celebrations....

Friday, January 5, 2007

Never a dull moment...

Another story from the life and times of Bonnie...... This one is about a border-crossing and I think it's rather amusing!

It began on Wednesday morning when Sarah and I (some of you may know Sarah who used to live in Birmingham where we became friends. Now she lives and works here) left Jerusalem to return here to Jordan. There are three border crossings from Israel into Jordan and our plan was to cross from the middle border, called the Allenby Bridge. We get a taxi to the border, said farewell to my mom and dad (who live and work in Jerusalem) and off we went, toting LOTS of stuff (four suitcases, two boxes, two shopping bags, a computer bag, and a couple of purses... will I EVER learn to pack light?!?! well it wasn't all my stuff anyway). We got to the border without dying in a car crash (these people over here drive insanely), got through the first check point without too much hassle- We were stopped by four young Israeli soldiers lounging with their machine guns. A fifth soldier approached our taxi to check out passports. He was very pleasant (that's not always the case, though) and asked if we were carrying any weapons. We wondered what he actually expected us to say..."yes, sir in my pink suitcase I have a hand gun in my make-up bag. Oh, and I forgot about the semiautomatic is somewhere in there too!" Anyway we thought that was amusing but were thankful that he was nice.
On we went to the main border where we successfully paid the "exit tax" and passed through the Passport Control section (this time without being questioned like last time) and after tipping the very nice (and strong) man who dealt with our luggage we loaded ourselves onto the bus which was to take us from the Israeli side of the border to the Jordanian side of the border. Everything was going smoothly until we stopped in "no-man's land" to have our passports checked again, a nice soldier stepped onto the bus and looked us over. He stopped to glance through everyone's passport but when he came to mine he did a little more than glance. It seriously seemed that he took like 10 minutes to decide what he thought about me and my stamped up passport. Really I think he just took about two minutes before stuffing my passports into his shirt pocket, giving me a disapproving look and sign and walking on. Oooh dear. Where is my passport going? Wasn't he supposed to give them back? Ohhhh dear, dear Lord.....dear Lord. Please let that nice man come back and give me back my passports. Oh here he comes!!! What? Get off the bus?? Come with you to a little room for questioning? I glanced back at Sarah who is taking it up a notch with the prayers and followed the nice man out of the bus into a little building to answer questions about who was I, and what was I doing here, etc? The questioner questioned and I answered, he pushed and I pushed back. We danced. He won. "You can't go to Jordan." he says. I didn't know how to fight back this time so I just said, OK. He sent a young guy to get my things off the bus while I went to get Sarah and after discussing the options decided to stick together (even though they didn't have a problem with her). We unloaded the bus, smiled at the other travelers who seemed intrigued with out situation, and stood on the side of the road in the middle of no-where wondering what next!!!
We stood there looking at each other feeling a mixture of amusement and panic. After a few minutes the soldiers asked us to have a seat in the shade which we did. We were very cooperative for about 15 or 20 minutes and then I decided to start pushing again. I got up to say "excuse me but there is really no reason to hold us up like this.... we have proper visas and we are teachers (or something like that), and please just let us go". I was prepared to throw a mini fit if necessary but thankfully it was not!! Just as I was getting my "fit-throwing" voice ready the guy said, you can go on. They loaded us on the next bus that came our way and off we went! We were pulled aside one more time into another little room and then the official said, these women are no problem for us, let them go!

Exhausted but happy we arrived home after another exciting taxi ride up the mountain in lovely Jordan. Another perfect example that there is never a dull moment with life here in the Middle East.

Sorry for the longwinded story but I felt it was necessary to record the adventures that come my way!!

Christmas

I am back in Amman after spending a great time in Jerusalem with my parents (they work there) and a bunch of friends. We had a really good time. Of course I was happy to be back in the country that I grew up in and with my parents and old family friends and I was also glad to have friends with me. We went around to a bunch of "holy sites" in Bethlehem and Jerusalem. One thing we did on Christmas Eve was climb around and find a good hill to over-look the city of Bethlehem where the shephards might have been. We read the Story and sang some songs and huddled together against the cold! It was a beatiful night.
Now it's back to life here and getting back into a routine after a very busy Thanksgiving and Christmas season!! Thanks for readying my "blog"...enjoy the pics...


Christmas eve...Bethlehem-
Looking at the Old City walls. See the Dome of the Rock peeking out?
My dad, Sarah, and me in Bethlehem-
Sarah and I on Christmas night-