Amman... the city of concrete and dust...
The cubes weaving a blanket over the mountains... with minarets popping out every once a while... breaking yet respecting the horizon line...
Amman... the stage that witnessed so much for me... Amman... the city that fed my archi-eyes... for so long that I can't even trace its effects any more...
Amman... The hope that the bound-to-happen change will not mutilate it nor change it... but evolve with it..
Amman... The confused city... with it's people... where they came from and where they are heading to...
Amman... the city that no one belongs to yet it belongs to them...
These pictures were taken today... when I decided to take one of my classes out and about in Jabl Amman and Jabl Al-Lewbedih... to have a class while walking... talking in Darat-al-Funnon... eating Falafel al-Qudos while sitting on some staircase... and all the time discussing what does it mean to be living in a place? how a place can effect our identity? and what is Amman for us?
Was a lovely afternoon and a nice encounter with the soul of my Amman...
3 comments:
Amman city of contradictions
mountains and valleys!
sky and the ground
nice post
Amman to me...
- is a teenager, exploring a new look that might fit, trying out the other while rightfully ignoring wisdom, will inevitably grow up one day, and yes will look back with some regrets, but hey, scars make for good stories.
- is a fearful place not loved enough by it’s people.
- seems to have misplaced it’s common sense.
;)
Do you accept observers into your class?
Arabianmonkey...
are you a student at JU? if so... yeah you can pass by! =)
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