Leaving Jordan.

On my way out, I turned back to see some faces. Some were happy for me, some were fake / yellow, some were  mysterious and some were jealous.

I love Jordan, I really do, but in my own way. It’s a little bit different -my-way, not only because I don’t like to love in the ordinary way..  but it’s just… that there are some really few things that I love in Jordan, but I love them so much.

I am leaving my family. I am leaving my friends. I am leaving my new job. I am leaving our house.. and I am leaving my mother.

I am sad about that. All I asked for was only a chance from Jordan. But it’s alright.. more struggling would bring more success. I hope.

Drama stops here.

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I started packing my bags with my mother. I love this woman, I really do! but you know… she needs to stop putting my old jackets and things that I don’t want in the suitcase.. she needs to stop..!

Some of the things I am taking with me -Including her suggestions:

I will buy coffee -Turkish, I will take my Argeeleh -Though I don’t smoke Argeeleh, but you never know what people would do for you for a Argeeleh! :P- I will take my Tableh, I will take a Jordanian flag, some Palestinian Hatta’s, I will take some cloths, some cash, some za3tar, some pictures of my family and friends, a laptop, a hard desk, my big headset, the personal stuff- deodorant, perfumes, shaving 3eddeh blablabla- and I will take my 210 JOD mirror aviator Raybans with me <– yea! I have one of these :P .

I just came back from Thailand a couple of days ago, It was a short trip, but very so full of new experiences <– I will make a post about it later on, It has a lot of videos and I couldn’t have time. so yea.. I will make a post about it later.

But here is the thing! When I was in Bangkok, I saw this guy selling ‘fried insects’, you know.. some people eat that! so I was like: Man, you gotta buy one of these things! so I did! I bought a HELL OF A SCORPION! and his name is “Abu 3amer’.. its a long story.. I think I will take him with me.

Aaaaaanyway..

I will be going to Washington, Chicago and Alabama! and I kid you not! I am super duper SO excited! and at the same time I dont want to hide it, i’m a little bit scared. Do you know the feeling when you’r about to jump in a swimming pool? like your so excited to jump blablabla and your smiling at the pool, talking to your friends like you don’t care about the pool’s water temperature  and your heart is about to jump out of it’s place?

you know? I really hate to swim in public swimming pools? I really do.. Its like.. how would you know if someone took a piss inside? really! and some people swim with their mouths open! and some other people do some crazy shit man! -girls hair etc!.. ok just bare with me. A small pool with 20 people inside.. I don’t like that. OK?

So back to the main thing,

I will be traveling on the 13th, on it’s 2:00 AM. 3 days from now! wow ha? yepp!

So.. mom wanted to “pick a wife for me……..” and we went to the “Mom.. Can I -at least- pick MY wife please?” conversation again. She wanted me to have a wife and get engaged before I leave “Some one to love son! a girl to come home to habibi!”. she thinks I know a lot of girls, man come on… I don’t know a lot of girls… OK I do.

So I said no. Again. she’s sad. She doesn’t want me to marry an American.. “Maher…? I wont bless that marriage do you understand me?” and “Mom.. Please.. I don’t know who am I going to marry..! she might be an alien not an American! I DON’T KNOW!” and I know she doesn’t mean that, but she knows some “pretty hot girls man!” moms got tricks man! but yea.. again… you don’t know what you don’t know man! you know what I’m saying?

At the moment I don’t have a girlfriend, Its been a while since I last had one. I don’t know why – I mean the main real reason-, I am really not complaining. but its a bit weird.. time is passing and I am not feeling that there is anything missing really. I am enjoying my life the way it is now. it’s really weird!

I know I’ve been a terrible blogger. But please forgive me.. I am really having some very busy times. and I barely seeing my friends. I miss most of them by the way.. and would really love to see all of them before I leave Jordan.

Back to the family thing

My father: sat a “man to son” conversation with me. It felt cute at first. but then It ended fighting. over the “I dont know” reason. have you ever had that? like someone asking you a question that you really don’t know the answer? and they just keep pushing and pushing till you say I DON’T WANT TO SAY? yea.. that kind of fights.

My gramma: this woman is cute, she’s still hot after all these years -she’s taken, thanks.-. I love her. she came to our place yesterday, she saw Abu 3amer “the Thailand scorpion?” and she screamed at me blablabla and then ended up making a coffee pot. she smokes Marlboro lights. oh that woman LOL!

My sister Tamara: She finished her Tawjihi -High school- and got 96% in the second semester and a 93.2% in the whole thing. and she got her first 2 jobs “at the same time” -Day and noon jobs-I am REALLY seriously proud of her. she is a wonderful young lady! very smart, hardworking and very very beautiful.

My sisters Yasmeen and Noor: Yasmeen has 2 jobs now. she’s very smart and intelligent this girl, and Noor is working at her new job and chilling out with her friends, she’s very hard working, yet she knows how to have fun and put joy in everyones heart.

My sister Rasha: this girl is something else man.. she won a cultural competition last week..!  she’s 15! she writes poetry, a photographer, and a theater performer! I really don’t give credits to anything if it wasn’t really great. but I believe that she is one of the most brilliant people I’ve seen in my life. very talented, very sharp personality, beautiful and very passionate. she was on the radio 3 times. I will be posting some of her art on a different post very soon.

My brother Hamza: He’s opening a new company. with one kick ass team! I will be writing a post about it very soon as well.

My brother Abood: the young man, about a week ago, a man came knocking our door, with him was his son, he had a black eye. and you know the rest. here’s what happened: The little guy thinks he super cool and bully in the hood. Abood didn’t think so, and proved it. End of the story. so I made a fight with his dad because he thinks that his son was sent from heaven and Abood was wrong etc. so I told him he needs to chill and get the fuck out. I took Abood out for an Ice cream, and taught him some new Karate moves.

So that’s it for now.

Wish me luck guys :)

P.s I was thinking to be making a V-blogging while i’m in the states for everyday!, but I’m not sure yet. Still thinking about it.

I tried my best to look better, so I leave a good image, a better me while i’m gone.

Maher