After a day of being cooped up in the house reading the works of feminist researchers lecturing on how I should represent the
experiences of other women “without misrepresenting, misappropriating, or distorting their realities,” I realized I needed to get out of thehouse.
All day I had contemplated why understanding feminist principles of research is important and how research on women especially in vulnerable states (Palestinian women refugees) requires a consciousness that transcends the basic formula of collegiate research. But, that’s not what this post was about..more on that later.
This is about the beautiful King Hussein Gardens that stretch over acres of rolling Jordanian hills. It sits on the outskirts of Amman and was a pleasant distraction from the hustle and bustle of city life.
While we were there, we also saw what I presume to be the King Hussein Mosque…I could be wrong. Unfortunately I was unable to enter due to not having a scarf to cover my head (I usually never make this mistake). We also ran into a group of school girls who commented that my 3 male companions looked like the singers of One Direction…now that might have been a bit of a stretch but these 13 year old girls were in love.
The day ended at a dive-restaurant, not up to any
American firecode with people packed in like sardines, cigarette and shisha smoke polluting the air as mainly men downed their 4th or 5th glass of Arak (a local liquor that taste like licorice), in downtown Amman where I ate everything imaginable for a sheer $5. I can’t get enough.