Khaberni - Initially, the truth was naked, and the first confusion was trying to cover it up.
{Their private parts reveal and they began to patch them from the leaves of the paradise}
The patching was neither adornment nor a garment.
It was the body's reaction when its exposure surprised it.
Since that moment, humans no longer face their nakedness.
They manipulate it!
Adding layer upon layer. A shirt over a shirt. An institution over an institution.
The only difference between Adam and us:
Is that he patched a single leaf.
We patch an entire state!
No one here is covered.
Everyone is just postponing.
Nakedness is not an emergency.
It is the infrastructure of everything we wear.
The first shirt does not cover;
It postpones the moment of exposure.
And the second does not protect;
It extends the time of postponement.
Humans are not born in layers.
Born naked, then trained to deny their bodies.
Class is not steps of a ladder;
It is a disparity in the ability to hide the same body.
It does not divide people;
But divides their ability to lie to themselves.
Every human is an actor in front of an ever-awake audience.
They wear their morning shirt to say: "I am here, and I am fine."
No one needs to believe it;
It is enough that no one openly denies it.
This is what classism does:
It does not prevent nakedness.
It prevents acknowledging it.
The upper class does not possess more, but sees less.
It pays more to avoid seeing what those beneath them see.
Its true wealth is not money;
But the ability to ignore systematically.
And the middle class is not a class, but a permanent malfunction.
A buffer zone consumed to keep the contradiction viable.
Buys a shirt to protect itself from falling.
Only to discover it had bought merely its shape!
A quarter of Jordanians are officially under the poverty line.
But half of them act as though they are above it.
As belonging to the middle is an illusion paid for from the salary.
And poverty is not a lack;
It is the moment when lying fails.
When the body becomes more present than everything above it.
The consumptive debt does not buy merchandise.
It buys a social identity in installments!
The new car on installment is not a means of transport.
It is an official declaration: "I have not fallen yet!"
And the bank loan is not a solution;
Rather, a contract signed by the poor to thank those who impoverished them for granting them the illusion of decency!
Amman is not a city, but a visual sorting device!
Its east is not deprived, but sees more than it should.
And its west does not thrive, but sees less than it should.
The difference is not in income, but in lighting!
"Saving face" is not a moral value.
It is a survival structure.
The community does not punish the poor.
It punishes those who appear poor!
That's why we wear what we do not own.
We remain silent about what we know.
And we celebrate what does not deserve celebration.
Belonging, when it turns into an emergency shirt — it conceals and does not unify.
It prevents the individual from appearing as they are, not from protecting them.
A government job is not work.
It is a temporary womb that postpones downfall.
And the monthly salary is not in exchange for production.
But in exchange for regulated silence.
Bridges and tunnels are not roads.
But precise separation tools.
Ensuring everyone passes over each other without meeting!
The expatriate does not leave, but is recycled.
Consumed abroad to be re-exported as a shirt for his family.
Sends money to hide a nakedness he cannot touch!
Politics does not manage resources.
It manages the viewing angle.
Does not change reality;
But controls how much of it is seen.
Every reform is a re-tailoring of the fabric.
With keeping the same body out of the discussion.
Because acknowledging the body
Means acknowledging that everything was a structured lies.
The language itself is part of the fabric:
"Improvement" means postponement.
"Development" means a repaint.
"Adjustment" means suppressing the exposure.
"Stability" means: Not everyone has reached the moment of stripping off the shirt yet!
Governments do not fear poverty.
Nor anger.
Nor even breakdown.
They fear only
That people see each other without shirts!
Because that moment cannot be managed.
What we call a "revolution" is not a change of power.
It is the moment when the collective body refuses to be represented.
When nakedness becomes an obvious shared truth rather than an individual shame.
That moment does not come with persuasion.
It comes when the fabric suddenly collapses
And everyone realizes they were always naked!
We are not covered;
We are managed!
The tragedy is not that we are different.
But that we are more similar than we can bear.
When the fabric fails in its mission,
It is not the wearer who falls.
The performance collapses!
Everyone discovers too late
That they were not living, but wearing.
And the price was not for bread;
But a whole lifetime
Paid so
We do not see ourselves all at once.
We guard our nakedness!!
