Matt Kauffman in Jordan

First Impressions

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Take a glance at our host father, Muhammad, and I doubt your first guess would be that he’s a semi-retired Ammani man. As Anthony and I filtered into the living room at the School of International Training near Abdoun Circle, squeezing past swarms of Northeastern students joining their Jordanian families, our host father for the next month stood right in the thick of it, wearing what has already become a familiar grin across his wrinkled face. 

While other host parents were dressed in outfits familiar throughout Amman — the airy slacks and collared shirts of business men, the demure, but fashionable hijabs of middle-upper class Muslim women — Muhammad stuck out like a sore thumb: Levi’s blue jeans, plaid western button-up and navy baseball cap. More American ranch-hand than Arab family man.  

 It’s said that you should never judge a book by its cover, but I think there are some people whose benevolence is worn on their face as clearly as a bright, neon light. Even before shaking hands and exchanging marhabas (hellos) with Muhammad, I could tell I was going to like our new host father.


Written by kauffmant

16/05/2012 at 8:43 am

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