I've thought about this post many times, I was encouraged by many observations I had as I hopped between blogs, reading posts and comments on related issues.
When I think about Jordan, I think about my family, my friends, people who made homes of my heart, places where I grew up, my first breathe, my first steps, the school I attended, teachers who shaped my personality.
Jordan is where people celebrate Christmas and Fitr, Easter and Adha, where churches and mosques share walls..as they share lives..it's where the blessings of Jesus and Muhammad reside.
Being Jordanian is being noble and tough like the desert of Rum, kind and generous like the villages on both sides of the Holy Jordan, being Jordanian is having the chivalry of the Caucasus, the resolute will of living inherited through the bloodline of Armenia, being Jordanian is having the Southern wind hailing from Hijaz fill your being with blessed breezes from Mecca, its the beauty and delicacy of the vineyards of Damascus, the divinity and defiance of Jerusalem, it's the pure untainted pride of the Cedar.
Jordan is where good people are, plain..and simple.