Inshallah
Featured on C41 Magazine
Time passes by differently in the Kingdom of Jordan. The East seems to pulse with a different heart-beat compared to the West, even today that any idea of remoteness seems lost. The effortless charm of the Arab culture permeates every moment of the day, composing a sequence of rituals and habits. This land, that stretches from the desert to the Red Sea, is shaped by Islam and described by unpredictable landscapes. Prayer chants echo in the alleys of the towns, and mint tea restores the hikers in the Wadis, while dust covers the shoes.
Travelling is an experience both physical and emotional to me. Moving around is necessary to change my point of view and realise I shouldn't rely on any feeling of belonging. Every time I am somewhere I don't know, I try to read and understand the shapes of the place. Perception opens up to the world with renewed attention to the vitality of the surroundings.
Rising and setting, the sun paints the colours of this country. Dunes at dawn are tinted red. The blue sea flickers under the light at noon. White stars gather in the deep black night. Under the same sky, human vital forces work hard to keep this country so lively, with devotion to their King and faith. Time flies in Jordan, but days have a different cadence. Every day can be Friday: a chance to rest the mind and recover the body, dedicating all yourself to hope, love and freedom. Everyone seems to know that life here is at God's will.
