The Ideology of Damar

August 10, 2007

“Damar” is the word I use a lot, and many people have associated it to my presence. Recently, during the Royal Court Theatre’s Playwriting Workshop I taught a couple of our British mentors how to say “Damar”. They were utterly amused at the sound of that word, along with a couple of other words that sounded quite dramatic. What is the origin of damar?

Damar, is a word strictly used by Jordanian youth and part of their hip vocabulary in the late 90’s. It is now revived by the fact that I hate this millennium, and the upsurge of a nostalgic-retro desire to live my early teens (which by the way, I do not remember). Damar, is word that varies according to context. It is in fact a syntactic unit that can be placed in different positions in the sentence – according to your taste. Damar means an extremity: a state of utter destruction, however; according to the Amino version of damar, it has four levels:

  • Damar
  • Kharab Byoot
  • Ashla2
  • Geta3
  • For those of you who don’t understand what’s above, it’s tough to explain. Those expressions are hardly rooted in the Jordanian slang. You can say that damar is the least damaging of all degrees of destruction, wonder, and disgust. While, Geta3 is thy ultimate expression of destruction, detestation, and awe. Damar is by the way an alternative to the word “Nice”, which we previously discussed. It is dramatic and humorous – once you actually use it in historical contexts. For example, take Julius Caesar’s case, what if his last word when he was being stabbed was: Damar! Ah! I’m not sure if you can share the fun of this, but try to picture utterly serious and morbid cases in which you could insert damar in the conversation, it keeps me amused for hours.


    Bring “Amino” Back

    June 2, 2007

    Hey there, It’s Moey blogging from Amino’s blog… Please bring her back, I miss her blog and she refuses to blog anymore. HELP!

    Amino is a full time English Literature Sophomore. Hobbies include: criticizing the society, reading, and writing. An androgynous writer, conflicted idealist, and a passionate athlete, invests spare time devising plans to take over the world, breakdancing, and explaining all the conspiracy theories to online friends.

    Lives for activism, books, and Japanese Manga. Earns a living by being a freelancer, translating documents, and eventually finding a decent job. Most commonly known to be enthusiastic about: gender bending, human rights, and science fiction movies.

    Inspired by John Lennon, Sarah Waters, Edward Said, and Margaret Weis. Cherishes privacy, honesty, and independence.

    Amino’s known to be the guardian of all freaks and socially condemned figures. Often accused of being a socialist, crucified for promoting liberalism, scorned for admiring anarchy. Practices a tolerant attitude under the roof of personal insecurities, and is not afraid to be wrong, rather terrified to regret.

    Favors allegories, satires, and irony in literary texts.


    Forbidden Voices: the underground society of nonbelievers

    November 25, 2006

    Forbidden Voices: the underground society of nonbelievers

    It is an ordinary setting, with random silhouettes crashing at the curbs of Jordan’s oldest university. Students pass by, armed with books and bags, filled with hopes, dreams, and embracing diverse beliefs. The sounds mix: laughter and screams, clunks of high heels on the cement, and the roaring motors of the time-worn security cars, all hurried and rushed. In the hustle and bustle, one society seems to go unnoticed: invisible and overlooked. While almost every student quotes verbatim the three taboos: sex, religion, and politics, almost no one seems able or willing to point one living proof of one word: atheism.

    “I am an atheist and it is my own personal conviction. Am I open about it?” Salem says. “Of course I am not.” He is only one of many, who are atheists by choice. The common definition of atheism is the denial of God, while few define it as the general disbelief and denial in the existence of deities or theism. For them, it wasn’t always this way, and their colorful stories all share a common ground: questioning. Finding answers to their questions was done through reading, investigating, and hours, days – sometimes years – of thought.

    The conversations were rich with names like Nietzsche, David Hume, and Richard Dawkins, and ideas of nihilism, secularism, certainty, and determinism. “You can not pretend that giving up God is easy,” Yasmine says. “It is a source of comfort to many, and questioning God is like playing with fire. You are denouncing everything you’ve been taking for granted as a child.” The reactions of their families range on the spectrum of acceptance, apathy, or denial. Some were pressured by their families to re-consider, others were granted the choice to believe or not in the mindset that their relationship with God is personal.

    With the families’ knowledge, the question of being open about it in public resides, and a lot see no necessity in that. “Why would I go around screaming that I am an atheist?” Omar says, “I don’t see the need to reveal such information. It does not define me as a human.”

    The view that atheism is a byproduct of their being, rather than a label for their existence, seems common amongst atheists. Their society is a web of personal relationships and connections, in which these people come together, lacking any organization goals but cherishing secrecy. Discussing their beliefs is not done haphazardly, rather depending on the situation, and on the approach.

    “It shows by the way people approach you, and the way they carry themselves in certain situations how open minded they are, and how ready they are to embrace diversity.” Hala says. Association of open mindedness to liberals is common; however, their examples clarify the non-existing connection. A lot of them discuss their beliefs with conservative people, who exhibit a deep level of tolerance.

    Through the course of the conversations, a lot referred to a more comfortable faction in the society: Agnostics.

    “Agnostics are more comfortable in their own skin,” Hiba says, “Simply because it’s a new concept to the people, and no one really understands it.” Hiba, an agnostic herself, continues to explain how people are more accepting of agnostics.

    Agnosticism is a relatively new concept compared to atheism that has been there since the wheel hit the ground. They do not see God as a provable fact, rather unknown and irrelevant to life. The majority of them are falsely mistaken to be secularists, and the myths around them create an aura of uncertainty.
    “To be honest with you, I’ve seen a lot of people who claim to be agnostics that don’t even understand agnosticism.”

    The Agnostic Fashion

    Agnosticism seems to attract youth nowadays, like hot cakes. To many liberals, it is only medias res in the numerous fads to come. “It is not fashionable to be a religious student anymore,” Haya says. “A lot of students pretend not to believe because of peer pressure and the desire to fit into the image.” The cool image depends on known stereotypes: the rocker, the punk, and the satanic. All these stereotypes are directly linked to atheism or agnosticism, and consequently immorality. “When people look at me, they can’t see me as a practicing believer,” Ayn, a former guitarist in a metal band says, “In a very short period, after meeting someone new, most probably they’d discuss the issue of God with me; usually in a negative way.” For those people, dressing and acting for a certain stereotype, agnosticism is just an accessory. They are open about it, and tend to flaunt it, according to atheists. “This is what people think we are,” Hiba says, “Drenched in black, listen to death metal, and worship Satan While in fact, we are nothing no different than any average believer. That image continues to enforce the myths around atheists and agnostics, and to them, it is a shame. Many of these fashion non-believers were unable to define atheism or agnosticism upon question. They lack the knowledge to discuss atheism or agnosticism, and justify that by stating they are unsure, and this is just a phase in their life.

    Prejudice & Tolerance
    Concerns of prejudice, harassment, and trouble were echoed in many answers in regards to being open. A lot have faced verbal harassment and prejudice at some point in their lives, and finally resorted to secrecy. The harassers, however; were believers unable to support their arguments, according to them. They are what they called “obligated believers”; believers who were brought up with religion, unfortunately, not knowledgeable with their religions. When atheists choose to discuss their beliefs within the right situation and approach they look for a further condition. “The person should be educated,” Ahmad says, “One who is an equal of mine.” Of the many discussions between believers and nonbelievers on campus, those resulting in prejudice were between unequal sides, according to atheists. They deem it impossible to discuss their beliefs – that have been acquired after a long search – with people who are unable to support their arguments with proper knowledge of their religion. “I have never been wronged by a practicing believer, who is erudite in his religion,” Salem says, “We discuss matters calmly, who knows, maybe he could convince me. In the end, we agree to disagree.” Many others have supported this claim, and pointed out that in most cases erudite believers are more tolerant and open minded than others. They even mentioned that they have very religious friends, and face no hassle, rather live harmoniously. The two ends of knowledge seem to co-exist while fashion non-believers clash with the obligated believers. The question of surfacing from secrecy seems unnecessary to some, and to others they are in the wrong time, in the wrong place, amongst the wrong crowd. They exist behind the scenes, leading average lives, and fighting all the myths and links to immorality.

    -Originally written as a feature, but couldn’t find a magazine willing to publish it.


    Ramadan blather continues…

    October 8, 2006

    “What?” You turn around at the girl.

    “Are you fasting?”

    “No… wait… why are you asking?”

    “Are you Christian?”

    “What?”

    “I kind of figured from that necklace you’re wearing.”

    Did Benedict finally canonize dragons? You look at your dragon necklace dumbfounded, blaming the fact that you’re busy watching youtube nowadays, that you missed such a historical moment. Saint Dragon… hmm…you like the sound of that.

    The charade continues, as you decide to hangout at the Adab street during your well deserved break.

    Then, without previous warning, the vultures swoop in chopping off the head of any infidel smoking behind the water tanks. Their security outfits we originally picked for their extreme flexibility in blending with the background – the beautiful nature we lay eyes upon everyday. Oh, did I mention their outfits are brown? Who? The security guards, who actually manage to re-live Lucky Luke’s cowboy days during Ramadan. Their growling hunger for power is satisfied during this month, by hoovering all the IDs of suspicious looking people and giving you the third degree. But hey, this is Ramadan, they’re there to make sure no one disturbs the aura of the holy month.

    Ramadan is the month of compassion.

    “But, I can’t just walk across the university to retrieve my ID,”

    “It’s none of my business…”

    It’s the month of forgiveness and mercy.

    “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

    “Who are you double crossing you non-fasting punk!”

    It’s the month of good nature and humbleness.

    “Is there no chance you’d change your mind and give me back my ID?”

    “Do I look like someone who’d take his word back? I may look but a guard, but you don’t know me!”

    The charade continues as you walk to the administration to retrieve your ID….

    “Hello, can you help me, one of the guards confiscated my ID.”

    “Third room to your right,”

    “But, I was already there….”

    “I said third room to your right.”

    “Can’t you help me?”

    “Argh, I am fasting, go away.”

    Remember how they’d put mice into a maze, and watch them closely, to see at one point they’ll escape the maze? Well…

    This is the moment where you and Mickey Mouse stand in the same bread queue…


    Ramadan Blather…

    October 7, 2006

    Just in case you missed the news that Ramadan has befallen upon us…

    Let me do the honors of introducing you to Ramadan. Long time ago, long before the wheel hit the ground, Ramadan was meant to be for people to sympathize with the poor and reconnect with their God. Ramadan has evolved over the ages, to become a month of self-pity and food fiesta.

    A typical scene for a university kid starts at 7:00, on the way to the university. From the early hours of the day, people never seize to remind you that they weren’t able to have their morning coffee. You’re driving in your own lane, only to find out two cars turning you into a sandwich and honking nonstop. You try to free yourself from the sandwich status you’ve just acquired, however, those cannibals on wheels continue to squeeze till the point you’re laneless.

    Yes, you are not in the middle, right, or left lane. You’re just there… laneless… with mixed emotions… and no sense of direction whatsoever…your final sense of dignity – after the long lost Arabic identity – has been ripped off.

    You honk.

    They honk.

    Great… all we need is a belly dancer, fireworks, and some zealous guy shooting randomly.

    If you actually make it to the lecture on time, you’ll be faced by a rather grumpy professor who repeats that even though it’s Ramadan and you’re sleepy, it ain’t no reason to slack. Any questions?

    Hand is raised.

    “What do you mean you don’t understand?” Professor snaps, and the monster is unleashed, call the zoo before it’s too late.

    Your following lecture continues to be as fruitful as the previous, with yawns enough to suck the air out of a NASA shuttle. The students complain, the professors complain, and you’re there… breathing…

    Suddenly, you smell smoke…

    Someone’s been smoking…

    The Ninjas are whispering in the back, determined to know who is that insensitive infidel smoking in Ramadan.

    “Are you fasting?” A voice asks.

    This is the moment where using sign language or nodding idiotically would come in handy…

    [To be continued...]


    Passion, bones, and Katia

    September 5, 2006

    I had the chance to check out Katia Al Tal’s exhibition, all i can say is: WOW. It’s so intense and beautiful, and although I did not get to meet the artist, I’d like to congratulate her… it’s amazing.

    ++ You can check the details by clicking on the photo. The exhibition is held in the French Center, Amman. From September 4th,2006 to the Sep. 14, 2006.


    Anathema, disappointment, and security

    August 24, 2006

                The Jordanian Metal scene is all at sea for the recent cancellation of Anathema’s concert. The recent update is as follows:

    We would like to apologize to the fans and Anathema, we had all licenses required from the government in place however this morning our agent was called in by the security services and was advised to cancel the show for security reasons, these are reasons beyond the band’s nor 8:VP-Live’s control.

     

                I am curious why these security reasons never pop when it’s Haifa Wahby or any other Arabic artist. People here seem to deem any metal-related event a satanic ritual that breeds corruption. We are lucky and fortunate to have a metal scene, unlike Iran and other countries, however; we can’t deny that our officials are still fighting their demons when it comes to Rock and Metal. It seems, Jordanian fans, have yet to tolerate another disappointment similar to Opeth’s three years ago. There is hope of some arrangement in the future, as for now, we’ll trust our security service’s judgment, and maybe it’s for the best.

     

    More on this:

    Jordan Metal’s “Anathema Jordan show cancelled”, “Updates on the Anathema Issue”

     


    Adoption, family name, legacy obsessions..

    July 27, 2006

                Adoption, family name, legacy obsessions

     

                I am often met by gasps and blank faces when I mention that I don’t wish to have kids of my own— at least not biologically. Instead, I express my wish to adopt children who are already on Earth parentless and waiting to be loved. Adoption seems the right thing for me because it helps people in my community. Is it a child’s fault that his parents left him, died, or couldn’t support him? My curiosity led me to conduct a mouth-to-mouth survey, and I was quite dazzled that most of the answers were:

                “But according to Islam, the child can’t take your name.”

                “Why raise kids of other people? God knows what their parents were like.”

                “But they won’t be your children, you’re just raising them.”

                These answers raised a couple of important points in my mind.

                Bearing vs. Raising:

                You raise a kid for twenty years, facing all the troubles and hassles from the moment he walks and all throughout his adulthood. You sit beside his bed when he’s sick, hug him when’s he’s sad, and stand by him when he loses a pet. Are you not his mother or father simply because he doesn’t share your genes? Is motherhood/fatherhood about the blood or about the connection and support?

                Heredity and Family name:

                A name is a just a name, why should we care if it continues to live on or not? Will people not remember you simply because you had no children?

                Altruism vs Selfishness:

                Are humans only capable of loving what they gave birth to? Will the kids you’ve spent your life with be nothing but strangers to you just because they don’t share your name?

                A lot of questions are open for debate.

     


    The 99: a new generation of comics…

    July 26, 2006

    As a child growing up, I didn’t really find any comics I could relate to as an Arab. I felt a bit disconcerted at the amount of stuff I could not get, and that was quite confusing because of the cultural differences. I couldn’t get how Superman gets to kiss the lady, and yet it’s “3eib” here. I couldn’t get why there weren’t any subways in Jordan, or even imagine the big cities with skyscrapers.

    I began reading at a very early age, and to my parent’s surprise I devoured every book at sight, and occasionally I’d bug my mom while she cooking. “What does this word mean?”

    It has been a journey, but I remember that day when I was playing with my cousins down in the basement. I recall it clearly, as if it was yesterday. I opened one of the boxes, and there it was… a huge comic book of Superman & Heroes.

    Naturally, it was the best gift I didn’t get, it was an old volume my brother used to cherish. That afternoon, all I could do was flip the pages hungrily.

    My passion for comic books grew through out the years, and with it my passion for English Language.

    It wasn’t up until last month that I actually found what I wanted as an 8 year old… comics made for Arabic children.

    Comics that reflect a genuine story with Arabic heritage as a base. Tashkeel Comics released the first edition of The 99 in a special party. I got to acquire my copy yesterday and I was extremely ecstatic. Not only does it reflect our background, it’s cleverly addictive. The art is amazing, and the plot is simple yet intriguing. The official monthly issues will start in September.

    I am personally planning to subscribe from now.

    All I can say… good job Tashkeel Comics!

    Related posts:

    Moey’s “Tashkeel Comics Releases Marvel Comics Arabia From Kuwait!!”


    Prime Megastore, bookworms, and books

    July 2, 2006

                If there is anything parents should learn, never leave two bookworms in Prime Megastore. PrimePhoto courtesy of Ahmad Humeid Megastore is the ultimate media store, stocked with books, magazines, CDs, DVDs, electronics. Add to that, upstairs you’ll find a funky café where you can sip your drink of choice and read a book. Yesterday, in a rather spontaneous act that does not conform to the monkish ideals, I decided to pay Prime a visit with my dearest friend Kloude; who was equally excited at the aspect of being in Prime.

                If there’s anything I love about Prime, it’s the people visiting the store; they’re diverse, unconventional, and ranging in ethnicities and nationalities.  It just proves how global media is, and how books tend to unite humanity. One of the ugly habits I have, which seems perfectly normal to me, is that I tend to sit on the ground next to the shelves in any library, and I basically make myself home. Unfortunately, when you do that in other bookstores, you are often scolded or met by blank faces. At Prime, however; it is perfectly normal to find people sitting on the ground scanning a blurb or book; which is yet another reason for me to consider it one of my favorite places.

                We spent more than an hour checking out the books, with a thoughtful amount of sarcasm and stories. Naturally, it was a good evening since going to a bookstore with Kloude is more of a friendship bonding ritual.

                I ended up buying…

                The Wheel of Time (Boxed set, 1st three books) by Robert Jordan

                Dragon Quartet by Marjorie B. Kellogg

    *Photo courtesy of Ahmad Humeid

    On a similar note:

    Ahmad Humeid’s “Food for the mind and senses”


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