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Carthage – The Metaphorical City

May 31, 2010 7 Comments

What if cities are made of invisible threads of narrative woven from the stories of its splendid array of characters playing out their lives on its grand of stage?

Words and Photography by Eman Haram

I met Hussein Yousef Khalil in spring of 2009, during one of my photography strolls in the walkable neighborhoods of Amman. The tailor’s mannequin (one of my surrealist obsessions) drew me into the workshop, tempting me to ask for permission to take few photographs of the place. In his quiet and reserved demeanor, the man with a deceptively indifferent smile graciously acquiesced. Timidly, I took few shots of the man and his manequin, and left the workshop dreaming of the many photos I wanted to take, and the conversations I should have started. Several weeks later, I decided to pay the tailor another visit, desiring to discover the hidden city narrated through the story of his place. Though not as long as I had hoped for- both of us were constrained by time during this impromptu visit- but the underlying meaning and implications of this encounter continues to linger with me several months later. The photo-text essay, is a record of the conversation that unfolded on my second and last visit before returning back to Montreal. It is an ode to the man and his craft.

Haram photo essay Carthage   The Metaphorical City

ETH: How many years have you owned and operated your own workshop in Jabal Lweibdeh?
HYK: Long time, forty two years almost.

ETH: Where were you before?
HYK: I was born in Ramleh, Palestine in 1939. We left our town in 1949, going through Nablus and Ariha camps before arriving in Amman in 1950. I had to earn a living, and so I started working with different tailoring shops in the city to learn the trade. Later, I travelled to Beirut to perfect (al tafseel) with a well known Armenian workshop before returning back to Amman to open my workshop in Jabal Lweibdeh.

ETH: How long yo have been in this trade?
HYK: 55 Years.

ETH: Where did your customers come from?
HYK: They were local and from Palestine, but there were also many foreigners who  came from different places, and of all ages and social classes.

ETH: When were the best years for you as a tailor?
HYK: During the  60′s and 70′s, I had up to six employees in the workshop at any one time.

ETH: Like how many suits on average per year?
HYK: We would do on average of 300 suits or more per year. The Armenians were very famous for their skills in this craft especially in Aleppo. “Freih” was also a very famous tailoring workshop in Lebanon.
I used to visit  these cities to  check what was happening  there.

ETH:When did you start to feel the decline in your trade?
HYK: In the 90′s more and more people wanted to buy their suits ready-made. People no longer have the patience to go for multiple fittings to make a suit, especially the younger generation.

The few who still do, reserve that  for a special occasion, like a graduation or wedding.

ETH: How many people do you employ in your workshop now?
HYK: None, there isn’t t enough work to pay an employee. Since 2000 I have operated the workshop all by myself.

ETH: And now, how many suits on average do you make now?
HYK: Between 15 to 25 max a year. 2-3 per month, and some months non at all.

ETH: Is it a 9-5 sort of trade?
HYK: In principal, I open the workshop at 8 am and close 6 pm, but that is not how it works in this business. If you have a job, you have to finish it within a reasonable time frame for the customer. During religious occasions, both Muslim and Christian, when they came around the same time of the year, we had to work three shifts. During the month of Ramadan, we would stay in the workshop until  the shoor hours, but it is the business that came through the store during these peak periods, that earned me my living.

ETH: Is it a craft that you can earn good living from?
HYK: It is hard to prosper from such a craft, but this workshop allowed me to send all my children to university except for one who wanted to be in the military. At times, it was very difficult when two were going to the university at the same time. But material success is not the yardstick to measure why one persevere. There is the love of ones craft at the heart of it.

Haram photo  Carthage   The Metaphorical CityETH: What skills do you need to be a good tailor?
HYK:  A good eye, dexterous hands and great patience, more than anything. You don’t need to be gifted in any specific way, it is a trade that can be learnt.

ETH: How much does it cost to make a well tailored suit now?
HYK :Between 150 JD to 300 JD, depending  on the quality of the fabric. In London it can cost up to 1000.00 pounds to make a well tailored suit.

ETH: Are any of your children interested in preserving what you have built?
HYK: None.

ETH: So what will happen to shop after you retire, or no longer have the energy to continue doing this work.
HYK: It will disappear, end of story, as simple as that! Silence..

ETH: But there is a whole life’s story in this place, is this a sad thought?
HYK: It is, because this place is not the story of my life, It is my whole life… [Long Silence]

ETH: I hope that the photographs  you have generously permitted me to take will have captured the soul of this place.

Al Khayyat Hussien Yousef Khalil
Omar Al Khayyam street – Jabal Lwiebdeh.
Amman- Jordan

  • rimasaifi

    I loved the article, the q&a and I loved the photos , But I failed to understand the relationship between it and the Title which btw i also like .I would be thankfull if you can explain why you chose it .

  • Eman Haram

    According to an ancient myth Carthage was the city founded by Alissar (Elissa), the sister of king Pygmalion from a stretch of land the size of an ox hide granted by King Iarbus. Alissar went on to cut the hide into the thinnest possible strips and spread them all around the hill marking the initial site of the new city which later went on to become an empire, herein lies the metaphor.

  • rimasaifi

    Thanks …as I said I liked it and It fits wonderfully …Attractive and Informative …lovely
    Thank you Yaaay

  • May

    Lovely ya Eman! Disappearing crafts are out there by dozens…waiting for your camera and your sensitivity.

  • Husni Sayed

    This is wonderful story. I am one of Hussein's 3 sons-in-law. I am biased, but what the heck. My words come from my heart. When I first met Mr. Hussein Khalil, it was in his shop. I went to see him, after having met his daughter, to declare my honorable intentions. I was at awe when I entered his shop– not because I was meeting my future father-in-law for the first time, but because of the simplicity of the shop yet his powerful personality and demeanor.

    I was talking to him while my eyes were wondering around trying to explore the man I was sitting with. I saw a dying profession, but a very determined man who is very sure of himself. Anyway, his daughter and I were married shortly after that meeting.

    I learned a lot from Mr. Hussein about life in general. For more than eight years I have had numerous talks with him and I grew to respect him tremendously. So, here is to you “Uncle” Hussein!!

  • najat

    Eman–So pure is your rendition of this dignified man's story. It really takes on epic tones, the passing away of a trade, of a time so intimately linked to a life. His story becomes painfully ours.. His acceptance, his endurance of the passing is also an overcoming of a larger fate.. Carthage passed away, but its imprints always beckon to be told…

  • najat

    Eman–So pure is your rendition of this dignified man's story. It really takes on epic tones, the passing away of a trade, of a time so intimately linked to a life. His story becomes painfully ours.. His acceptance, his endurance of the passing is also an overcoming of a larger fate.. Carthage passed away, but its imprints always beckon to be told…