1- An Egyption worker needs money for an operation who had an accident while working freelance at a construction yard. If he doesn't get an operation very soon on one of his eyes he will lose sight in it for good. He has no insurance and cannot afford it anyway he calculates it. This means that this guy will most likely fall through the cracks. Someone had kindly donated 200 JD's and would like to see if we can collect as much as we can.
**We can give you a copy of the invoice once we pay the doctor for his operation. Please contact us before saturday.
2- A disabled man without both arms nor legs on a wheel chair living in Zarqa needs our help badly. His wife is disabled as well, and has two children. The man leaves daily his home in Zarqa to go begging for a small amount of money. He is now in debt and needs money and he also needs food items. We will take any donated items maximum by wednesday evening as we will give him the things on thursday morning. We will check out his situation as I was informed that he has absulotly nothing at home.
I started to think about what I want to write. My thoughts kept beating around the same subject. Leaving. I thought it might be the time to confess that there were times when I wanted nothing more than to leave Jordan. Or maybe I should write about that overwhelming feeling that tore through me as I once found myself staring at the horizon above Amman buildings, sometime before dusk, as the milky clouds melted in the sky, and I found myself smiling, entertaining a spontaneous thought that suggested, “Who wants to leave this?” I might be too emotional and dramatic for someone leaving Jordan for only one week. Yes, one week and I’ll be back, inshallah, and this post might be too egoistic for a post about Jordan, but I couldn’t help sharing this, and sharing a rational fear that one day I will leave Jordan on a vacation, be fascinated by the life outside and stay there. Haven’t tested myself for that yet, and I hope this trip will eliminate those fears. 
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Because you're a small city of a big Arab world, and a bigger Islamic world, who are both watching you burn from afar. Sorry because your kids are being slaughtered by weapons they've never heard of, their dreams are being nipped in the bud. Sorry for the elderly who are being humiliated, all in front of our eyes, for the women and men who are being mercilessly crushed to death under the heavy artillery, their homes demolished over them in their sleep… Sorry because you've become nothing to us but a daily report on the news. Sorry because we're helpless, sorry before we watch you burn and do nothing but cry, and forget even to pray. Sorry because we've grown so numb, so senseless and so blunt. Sorry because in your suffering, we see our disgrace. Sorry because in your humiliation we see our own humiliation and bow our heads in shame. Sorry because we're too many powerless millions, standing with our hands behind our backs. Sorry because we turn a blind eye, sorry because we can't stand the sight of a little boy, face stained by blood and body wrapped with a green sheets, flowers scattered all over him as he's sound a sleep. Sorry before we are what we are and you are what you are. Sorry because you have to burn before something inside us explodes. Sorry because you need to be destroyed before we wake up. Sorry because you need to be ruined before we learn the true meaning of bravery. Sorry because in you, the victim, we see the hero and the miracle. 
عندي حلم إني في يوم من الأيام رح أصحى من النوم ما ألاقي حدا، لا في البيت ولا في الشارع ولا في أي مكان... بس ييجي هاد اليوم، ما بكون في في الأردن حدا، حتى البسس اللي معبية الشوارع بتختفي، والكلاب الجعارية بتصير خيال، هدوء، سكون، صمت مطبق، لا صوت سيارات ولا زوامير ولا عجقة سير... السبب هو إنه نص سكان الأردن بكونوا ماتوا من البرد في شتوية عام 2009، بما إنه اللي عنده تدفئة ما قدر يشتري ديزل واللي ما عنده ما قدر يجيب كاز للصوبة، والغاز كان مجرد وهم بالنسبة للناس ونسيوا من زمان... وخصوصاً إنه الـ50 أو 30 دينار اللي حملتنا الحكومة فيها جميلة ما كانت تكفي بنزين للي عنده سيارة أو مواصلات للي ما عنده سيارة، والناس لازم تروح تنحت عشان ولادهم ما يموتوا من الجوع، صار اللي صار... وطبعاً هادا الحكي ما صار |إلا بعد القشة التي قصمت ظهر البعير، فقد قامت الحكومة الرشيدة بإعلان أن المحروقات"سلعة كمالية"، حيث أن الشعب الأردني "دمه حامي" فما بحتاج تدفئة، و"ضرسه ماضي" فما بحتاج يطبخ الأكل... ومن هنا اتضح إنه المحروقات عبارة عن ترف وبذخ زايد ما إلو داعي، واتضح كمان إنه الـ50/30 دينار كتير، بلاش الشعب يفسق لما يشوف صار معاه مصاري... أما النصف الثاني من الشعب فهو ينقسم إلى قسمين: الوزراء والنواب اللي كل واحد لحق يهرب بالمرسيدس تبعه قبل الكارثة، والسبب هو الخوف من غنه يبطل فيه شعب يحكموه بس يموتوا النسا، فراحوا كل واحد يدورله على مركز في بلد شقيق أو صديق أو حتى معادي مش فارقة... المهم مركز، إلا من رحم ربي... القسم الثاني من النصف الثاني هم اللي لحقوا حالهم وسافروا عالخليج قبل سنين من بداية الجفاف الاقتصادي إن صح التعبير، هدول هم الواقعيين الجدد اللي فهموا غنه مهما حبوا عمان وجو عمان، البلد بطل ينعاش فيها، ولو عاشوا هم فكيف بدهم يعيشوا ولادهم؟ هدول الناس اللي قالوا من زمان: ما إلنا رجعة على هالبلد، ولما أعادوا التفكير في الموضوع ارتفعت أسعار البنزين وصرفوا نظر للأبد... المهم، بعد "الانقراض العظيم" كما سمته الجزيرة في تغطية مباشرة، بكون ضليت لحالي، من باب الثبات على المبدأ إنه أنا ما بترك الأردن وبدي أعيش هون،ومن منطلق رفض الاستسلام للواقع، ولأنه كل شي في هالبلد بغلى إلا الإنسان... برخص ولقتل الوحدة، ما بكون عندي كلب، بكون عندي 2000 دي في دي و1000 كتاب، و17 لاب توب عشان أتواصل مع الناس اللي برة وأعمل أبحاثي عن استخدام طاقة الأعصاب البشرية كمصدر بديل للطاقة، على اعتبار إنه هاي الطريقة الوحيدة ليرجعوا الناس للأردن... وفي آخر الحلم، بصحى من النوم، وبطلع الحلم حلم جوا حلم، وبكون كل شي تمام، وكل الناس اللي قالوا بعمرنا ما بنرجع بكونوا موجودين... حتى يطلع فيل أصفر بطير وبتكتشف إنك في حلم، وإنه عمان أيام نعمان وملسون وافتح يا سمسم صارت أسطورةن وما ضل منها غير جرة غاز وطفل مزتوت بحاوية...
When we were kids, we used to watch the snow flake by flake, and pray that it will last till the next day. In the morning, we jumped out of the bed as soon as we woke up, wore our sweaters, scarves and snow boots and run outside, spending hours pelting each other with snow balls and making snowmen. Now, as we grew up, the only reason we want snow so bad is not to go to work. You wake up at 8:30, hear someone say that the snow is so thick so you just have raptures of joy that you’ll be able to go back to sleep. You sleep until it’s 11 or so, and then you wake up, look out the window, then think of cuddling up at home and doing something cozy like watching a movie or whatever is on Jordan TV, the only available channel under the weather, or maybe surfing the net or writing a blog post or something. Then, the sight of snow could be so tempting that you decide to go out and take some photos, or take a walk to the supermarket and ask the neighbors you meet on the way if they need anything from that far, far away land. 
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