jordan pulse -

By Lebanese poet Mahdi Mansour – Paris

Standing at the airplane door, I ask myself:
How does one leave Amman? And why?
For something of the soul lives there...

Thank you, dear friends, for these days that condensed an entire lifetime of brilliance.

To the festival organisers, the companions at the Ministry of Culture, the Jordanian poets and the guests (who—God forgive them—left us no time to sleep in that five-star bed!), thank you for this luminous space that reflects Jordan’s beauty and heritage.

Thanks to the beloved Mr Ayman Samawi, and to my friend Mahmoud Al-Khatib for orchestrating such beauty. Gratitude as well to the kind Mr Nimer Abu Rumman for his care and keen attention to detail.

To the poet friends I didn’t get the chance to meet—thank you for leaving your voices echoing in the hotel lobby, the halls, and the streets of the city.

Thanks to Darat Al Shu'ara, the Writers Association, the Hussein Centre, and to everyone who made this experience truly special.

Until we meet again, dear friends—and forgive the long farewell.