“كعب عالي” High Heels won the first prize in the Jordanian short film competition that was held within the framework of the 15th Franco-Arab Film Festival in Amman.
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Filed under: Filmmaking, Jordan | Tags: filmmaking kiss hug SAE documentary
A trivial social habit like kissing can only become a subject of a prolonged discussion and theorization in a city like Amman where everthing seems to be more complicated than anywhere else.
This short documentary college project was a made for my filmmaking studies at the SAE Institue in Amman.
XOXO a film by Fadi G. Haddad
Part 1
Reading the previous piece of news disturbed me and made me wonder why Lebanese people seem to be that attached to their homeland.
Inspite of all the political and economical instability; a war every couple of years. And as much as they seem to be scattered all over the world they never miss a chance to go back home or at least show their hope to do that and start all over again.
I dont really blame loyal Canadians for being jealous over their country, I just “envy” Lebanon for having whatever Jordan does not have.
Call me too optimistic but I think that Jordan has a great potential that might be the best in the middle east. and apparently the progression that Jordan has shown in the past ten years or so is much more than expected.
I know how frustrating it can get especially when no one is being advantaged by all that “multi billion” projects and investments (at least until now). But…well..at least the opportunity is here at our doorstep.
In the past year I have more than 6 friends who left the country. Well, one of them has already come back (way to go beesan!) the others “might” come back in a couple of years.
I know many others who are either applying for immigration or waiting for their papers or just dreaming about it.
I just feel that in few years I’ll be the only one staying in Jordan with no one left but fanatics and Iraqis (not that I have any problem with Iraqis but they are the only ones who seem to be coming to Jordan not leaving it).
I’m afraid that someday I’ll wake up to find my self in a “small home in Canada” whose “roof is covered with snow” that Fairouz sings for and then suddenly run to the internet and quickly erase this post in shame.
You have your Jordan and its dilemma. I have my Jordan and its beauty.
Your Jordan is an arena for men from the north and the south..the east and the west.
My Jordan is a shcool playground vibrant of boys and girls playing around a flag pole.
You have your Jordan and its people. I have my Jordan and its people.
Yours are those who confine themselves in clans or hang their souls in lost loyalties.
Those are the children of your Jordan.They are scattered like desert sands…dry like barren rocks.
Let me tell you about the children of my Jordan.
they are venerable like an olive tree..blooming like a young iris.
They are abundant like a winy vineyard and blessed like a sacred river.
Those are the childen of my Jordan. They are solid yet colorful like an ancient mosaic.
You Have Your Jordan and I Have My Jordan.
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an alteration of the great Gibran’s piece.
