By Salam Najjar
Photo by Rawan Da’as
As a Ammani mother of the 21st Century, I was very reluctant to allow my kids to go off to the “7ara”.
Our streets are not as safe as they used to be when we were little, and the cozy Ammani society we grew up in is nothing but fond memories.
Memories, of all the 7ara kids playing Shor6A/7aramieh in someone’s vast garden, of boys kicking a ball around a dead-end street, and of girls playing 6ommayeh behind huge fig and berry trees. Memories of everyone rushing towards one’s mom who just made Zait and Za3tar sandwiches for everybody, and of a little boy of five at the neighbor’s door asking to borrow a couple of lemons for mom to finish off that Mlokhieh dish.
That was the Amman of the Seventies and the Eighties that I grew up in; the small town where everybody knew who’s who and where the street and the pavement were an extension of everyone’s front yard.
But today, in the new, modern, vast and crowded Amman, that I love ever so dearly, how do I allow my kids to go off to the 7ara when I don’t even know my next door neighbors? That was not a question I took lightly, because whether I liked it or not; I knew there would come a day when my kids wouldn’t accept things the way they are. I saw it in their eyes, in their eager gazes as they saw other kids playing in the parking lot, or chattering away on the building stairs. I saw it in their shy smiles at other kids who smiled at them, and in their readiness to go fetch anything we forgot in the car hoping they would bump into one of the other kids their age.
I was an overprotective mother, and I knew it. I was still not ready to change.
Then it happened. One of the building boys asked my son to come and play with them, and my son was reluctant to even reply with a yes or a no. He blushed before refusing politely, and my heart sank! I knew he wanted to, but he didn’t find it in his heart to ask me in front of the other boys, knowing that I would probably say no. He knew where I stood on this, and was clever enough to keep face in front of his peers.
That night, I did not sleep.
I felt I was at a crossroads in my parenting strategy. I was either going to be the overprotective mom I had been so far, in my ten years of motherhood, and raise safe, but unexposed kids, or I was going to loosen up my leash, to allow my kids company and experience they so eagerly craved, while working on relaxing my fears of the other. After all, these are just kids and this is only our neighborhood, it’s not like I’m allowing them to socialize with the Big Bad wolf or sending them to run errands in the woods. Chill, I told myself, as I fought the urge to wake my husband up to discuss my worries.
My husband did not give me a straight answer on this one, but he sort of played down my fears, and told me it was bound to happen. He was not sure whether this is the right time but he knew it was only that, a matter of time.
And a matter of time it was.
As we were coming home from a shopping trip a few days later, the neighbors’ kids were gathered in the empty corner of the parking floor. You could see cheerful happy faces, boys and girls very close to my kids age, giggling, screaming and, jumping with excitement, and I knew I would want to be there with them if I were their age. My kids were shocked when I told them they could go and join, my daughter thought I might be kidding, but when I showered her with rules on how not to play on the street and how not to go further than the pavement in front of our building and how to take care of her younger brother and how not to be late, that was when she knew mom had come to her senses.
It goes without saying that I kept moving between the front window of my living room, that overlooks the street, to the kitchen balcony that overlooks the parking floor, for the next two hours. But my kids came back home, rosy cheeked, excited and full of life. They had just made new friends, and how easy that is when you’re young and innocent. Ever since that day, they have become great friends, they visit each other nearly every day to play with their Play Stations, they compete as to who is “al3ab” than the other, and boast of their achievements. When the weather is right, you can count on finding the whole pack outdoors playing about, teasing each other, and just being kids.
I did not send my kids off to the “7ara”. The “7ara” called for them, and when it did, they embraced it with open arms.
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This is wonderful. I hope other Ammani mothers will be as brave and wise as you have been.
Salam, you are the right kind of mom to free your kids to the 7ara. You trained them, taught them, and now you trust them to be a part of their community as a result. They will be a blessing and be blessed.
For moms that aren’t as wise, or proactive as you are, though, it can be a problem. But with your protective eye on their little community, other moms will be mentored and their children trained by your example.
You are a wonderful mom, and I love this ” I did not send my kids off to the “7ara”. The “7ara” called for them, and when it did, they embraced it with open arms.”
Thank you Raghda and Kinzi:)
Salam,
Wonderful essay . But what if the 7ara did not call for them???
Our neighborhood was full of angry boys who quarrelled with each other all the time. Does that mean I am an over-protective mom!!!
Well, my daughters are older now and that is another challenge altogether !!
Let hope life would treat them fairly well when they finish school and go to universities and work.
You are a wise mom to do that with your kids, and your husband is wiser as he left this to your own judgment!
Love what you wrote, especially the ending sentence. You go Girl !!
What fond memories started going through my head… Very similar stories. From a boys perspective things looked similar and different. A flashing memory of the pack of cousins on different generations playing soccer in the dead end, fighting with the neighbors, running from a broken plants pot crime scene (regular victims of our soccer tournaments)… The bruised knees and elbows were a must for boys and girls alike… Abu Ma7joob falafel sandwiches, and all inside the house by sundown… great memories…
I agree… This is vital expoure… very few children get this nowadays… I’m happy your kids get the chance to experience this… I feel sorry if I consider a whole generation raised exclusively on ipods, ipads, internet, and TV… The sense of reality and “street wisdom” will slowly start diminishing, and imunity to bacteria will also disappear… what’s wrong with a couple of bee stings….
A great example has been set… don’t worry if your kids come back one day with bruised knees and covered with mud… to my recollections, that was part of the daily diet…. and as mentioned by previous readers, we hope that other parents consider the same for their children….
Impressive & beautifully written.
Great essay Salam, I went through your same experience! I was reading my same own worries!
Dear Salam,
I was so inspired by your piece as I too often have this discussion with my husband. Since my son is just 1 year old, I have a bit of time ahead of me to think of what I will do. But in all cases, my neighbourhood seems to be child-free, I don’t see children around anywhere, and I think that is very sad.
I am also glad to see that another mother is doing what I am doing, posting online comments and thoughts about motherhood. I have been doing this for a few months now as I am a first-time mother who is experiencing a number of emotional and physical difficulties fitting into motherhood.
I would love to hear your input on my blog “Flavour of the Day with Noora” which I do in collaboration with Family Flavours magazine, as you sound like the kind of mother I want to be. Please visit http://familyflavoursmag.blogspot.com/ and have a look for yourself.
I often need some sound advice or in many cases, just reassurance, on what I am doing. If you know anyone else who would be interested, please invite them to join as well.
I look forward to seeing you there, not only to reply to my posts, but to post your issues as well.
Sincerely,
Noora
Thank you all! I will make sure I start following your blog Noora:)
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be amman
والحمد لله اني لقيت الكاتبة , المقال كتير حلو ومؤثر قبل مدة كنت بحضر بفيلم وعجبتني فكرة لازم اقتبسها هون لانها متعلقة بالموضوع جدا الفكرة هي : انه احنا ما بنقدر نحمي الاشخاص اللي بنحبهم من انهم يتعرضوا للأذى , وفعليا هاي مش مهمتنا , ومهما كنا
protective
ما راح تزبط معنا الامور , لانه الدنيا هيك
مهمتنا تجاه الاشخاص اللي بنحبهم , واللي احنا مسؤولين عنهم هي انه لما يوقعوا احنا نكون الى جانبهم لحتى يوقفوا على حيلهم كمان مرة
مهمتنا انه نساندهم في اشد لحظات ضعفهم مهمتنا ننصح اما الاذى فعاجلا ام اجلا الناس اللي بنحبهم راح يتعرضوله وبالمناسبة هاي هي سنة الحياة , ولولا الاخطاء لما تعلم الانسان ايش هو الصح انا مش اب بس هاي فكرة عجبتني وكان لازم اشاركم اياها شكرا على المقال مجددا .
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be amman
والحمد لله اني لقيت الكاتبة , المقال كتير حلو ومؤثر قبل مدة كنت بحضر بفيلم وعجبتني فكرة لازم اقتبسها هون لانها متعلقة بالموضوع جدا الفكرة هي : انه احنا ما بنقدر نحمي الاشخاص اللي بنحبهم من انهم يتعرضوا للأذى , وفعليا هاي مش مهمتنا , ومهما كنا
protective
ما راح تزبط معنا الامور , لانه الدنيا هيك
مهمتنا تجاه الاشخاص اللي بنحبهم , واللي احنا مسؤولين عنهم هي انه لما يوقعوا احنا نكون الى جانبهم لحتى يوقفوا على حيلهم كمان مرة
مهمتنا انه نساندهم في اشد لحظات ضعفهم مهمتنا ننصح اما الاذى فعاجلا ام اجلا الناس اللي بنحبهم راح يتعرضوله وبالمناسبة هاي هي سنة الحياة , ولولا الاخطاء لما تعلم الانسان ايش هو الصح انا مش اب بس هاي فكرة عجبتني وكان لازم اشاركم اياها شكرا على المقال مجددا .