Khaberni - In the city of Amman, the capital, and some other cities, the night never sleeps, and the day is never quiet. We open our windows only to be met with a merciless noisy scene, overlooking a chaos of colors, sounds, and randomness racing each other into disorder. These are the cities where their noise seems to acknowledge no law, or perhaps the law knows them but has decided to look the other way.
The story begins the moment we wake up. We are not awoken by a delicate alarm tone, but rather treated to a symphony played on the honks of vans roaming the neighborhoods, broadcasting their repetitive tunes mercilessly. There is no time to enjoy a quiet cup of coffee, for after the gas vans, comes the time for the old furniture vendors: "Do you have any furniture for sale?", followed by the caravans of vegetables and fruits announcing their goods through speakers that deafen the ears, as if every driver has decided to be a folk broadcaster on their own show.
And if you think the night will carry you to a haven of peace, know that the nights in the cities do not sleep. Parties on rooftops start, celebrations and singing stretch until midnight with no supervision or restraint. The drama is completed with fireworks set off for no occasion, just to remind you that tranquility has become a luxury.
In the background, stray dogs bark like a theatrical choir assigned to conclude this annoying scene. Yet, the curtain does not close; there is something even harsher:
Car drifting, the noise of engines that explode the silence of the streets as if in an undeclared race. Teenagers treat the streets as if they are show arenas, with no accountability or deterrence, filling the night with buzzing, tumult, and smoke... and we are hostages to this folly.
And as for visual pollution, it is the twin brother of this noise. Billboards shining tastelessly, shop lights that never go off even at the crack of dawn, colors screaming from every corner, and facades as if promoting visual chaos deliberately. The result: a scene that tires the sight, provokes the sense of beauty, and plants ugliness in every corner.
So, is there a law?
Yes, there are systems and regulations. But the painful truth: the law is present on paper, absent in the streets.
The tragedy is not in the absence of legislation, but in the absence of enforcement, in the death of supervision, and in the transformation of cities into spaces permitted for anyone who wants to disturb, scream, and deform.
We do not ask for the impossible, we just ask for a city where our ears and eyes are respected. A city that treats humans as beings with the right to quiet, beauty, and sleep without disturbance. Has the request for comfort become a luxury? And has respect for order become a type of naive idealism?
Yes, noise is the sound of chaos, but it is also the sound of failure. Failure in management, failure in implementation, and failure in respecting the human.
Is there an authority that listens... before we become deaf? And is there an entity that sees... before the light is completely turned off?
