Remember my Injaz class? Where I volunteer once a week with 8th graders in a girls’ public school? Remember that reading program we started, getting them a bunch of books, and promising to reward the most active readers?
It’s been going very well; at first I was a bit limited in the stuff I thought they’d like, getting them a diverse collection but mostly with classics, Narnia, biographies, Jibran, and a few others. Then I became a bit less cautious when Abu Ali reminded me that 8th graders are not to be undermined and that there are great works of modern Arabic literature that they’d love. That was when he gave me some of Ghassan Kanafani’s, Najeeb Mahfouz’, and Abdul Rahman Munif’s. I hadn’t read all of them, but I went ahead and gave them to the girls.
I’ve already written about this part and about some of the girls who have been reading one book after the other, averaging two books per week. This is the exciting part of the story; the part that was drawing the biggest grin on my face and adding a dose of sheer goofy satisfaction to my day. But today there’s another story!
Yesterday, as I went down to ask the principal about something (and this is another story), a teacher in her office took me aside and told me she wanted to talk to me about something.
“Are you the one giving the girls all these books?” she asked
“Yes.”
“I thought you had a specific curriculum for Injaz”
“Yes we do, but this is something extra I wanted to do, to encourage them to read.”
“No need for such things! If you want to encourage them to read tell them to read their school books first!”
And this coming from a teacher!! No wonder the state of knowledge in the Arab world is depressing!
“Well I want to encourage them to read stuff besides their school books, to expand their knowledge and imagination.”
“Yes but we’ve received complaints from some parents who were very disturbed by some of the books,” she said. “I know your intentions are good, but it just doesn’t work here. I’m going to have to ask you please to stick to your program’s curriculum.”
…
So, back to the classroom, I was getting the girls to remind me on a piece of paper of the books they’ve finished so that I can take the top readers out to lunch. There was this one girl whom I asked casually “so did you read anything?”
“No, I took one book at the beginning but didn’t get to finish it because my father caught me!”
… what? Taking drugs?
“Caught you? What did he tell you?” I asked.
“He said ‘put this ridiculous stuff down and go do something useful!’”
“And…?”
“Nothing; I didn’t take any other book because I didn’t want him catching me again!”
…
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well that might have been my last official session before they start their exams, but I promised the girls that we’re going to do some volunteer work together in their semester break; they want to prepare a play and perform it at an elderly home. I just hope I don’t get blacklisted by the school or by the parents before we get to do that :)




