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Reports from Amman Jordan
by Samah Sabawi


Part XV - Life in Talibieh Refugee Camp
A Photo Story

November 26, 2004

Amman, Jordan

Photo # 1
The streets of Talbieh are dusty and narrow – only one car can pass through at a time.  The houses – if we can call them that - are small, and many have zinc rooftops.




Photo # 2
Some of the women insisted that we visit them in their homes.  So Taghrid, Siham and I walked behind as they led us through the alleyways of the camp.


Photo # 3
A typical home in Talbieh has one room which functions as living quarters and bedroom.  This room is home to a family of nine. (right)

Photo # 4
The floors in these homes are not finished so the rugs or straw mats, as well as mattresses, are often laid on the dirt and gravel. (below)






Photo # 5
This is considered a well equipped kitchen. (right)


Photo # 6
Sa’adya welcomed us into her home.  She was very happy to share with us the news that her oldest son had got a high average in his high school exam and was accepted at the University.
(below)




Photo # 7
This is what a well built zinc roof looks like.  Most homes here have zinc rooftops - a step up from the old all zinc homes that had replaced the UN tents. (right)

Photo # 8
What Palestinian tenacity is all about:
When this lady arrived at the camp decades ago, she had with her a piece of home.  She had carried a small olive tree from her family farm in Gaza.  Today this tree has grown into a giant in her small yard.  She posed next to it for me, beaming with pride - a reminder of the strong connection Palestinians have with their land and especially with their olive trees. (below)






Photos by Samah Sabawi

Samah Sabawi, originally from Gaza and whose permanent residence is now Ottawa, is a writer, playwright and well-known activist. Her articles appear in several popular online journals.  Her Palestinian Diary is exclusive to YayaCanada.


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