We'd like to invite everyone to share their 'Amman story'. It might be a childhood memory, a personal photo, a parent's or grandparent's story, an encounter, a place or an event.
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My Childhood Memories
June 04, 2009 Tanya Kasim in Childhood Memories
When my dad first moved my mom and me to Jordan in the summer/fall of 1974, we didn't have a place to live in yet, so we stayed with his Circassian mother (my paternal grandmother). Ever since then, we have moved from neighborhood to neighborhood within Amman and outside of it. On July 22, 1991, my family (parents, sisters, pets, and I) packed our things up and moved to our now almost eighteen-year-old house in Mahes. It was just five days before my mom and I traveled to the States...
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Amman
May 29, 2009 Tallouza in Childhood Memories
http://tallouza.blogspot.com/2008/07/amman_23.html Amman “Out of all of you, I may be among the earliest residents of Amman, and have recollections of it when it was but a village at a time when it would have been an exaggeration to refer to it as a city…. At that time each one of us knew everyone else, their phone numbers, and every car in town.” Late King Hussein bin Talal, during a visit to Greater Amman Municipality shortly before his passing.
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Kan ya makan
May 27, 2009 Roba Al-Assi in Childhood Memories
There are some really delicious milestones in one's childhood- milestones where you stopped and thought, wow, I grew up. A recent happening surfaced the memory of one milestone that I'm sure you can relate to-- the first time I walked to the "dokaneh" without adult supervision.
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And Far Away
May 27, 2009 Roba Al-Assi in Childhood Memories
The house happily hangs in the beginning of a little cul-de-sac that eventually curves and forms a round mass of asphalt perfect for the placement of a traffic circle, and everyone who has ever been to this city knows how fond Ammanites are of building circles. Fortunately though for the many generations of children who grew up on the street and to the dismay of the grouchy old lady who lives on the top floor of the apartment building, a traffic circle never got the chance to ruin the ...
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The Cotton Candy Man
May 27, 2009 Roba Al-Assi in Childhood Memories
At around 6:00 PM, just as the weather would start to cool, we would all line up by the window, waiting to hear the familiar tune of his cheap plastic pan-pipe; tooorut, rutooot, toorut, rutooot. Come to think of it, it wasn’t really a tune, it was just the highs and lows produced as his lips would quickly graze over the plastic pan-pipe from left to right then from right to left, over and over again, interrupted every now and then by “Sha3rrrrrrrrr Il Banaaaaaaaaat! Yalla ya wlad, sha...
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