I Wish My Mother-In-Law Knew My Name

Fuheis, Jordan – October 2020

Yesterday I took Auntie Rula for a walk around sunset time. There were little bits of pale yellow cloud swimming easily in the sky, lit up by the setting sun behind the old cement factory.

We wandered up and down the steep, unyielding hills of Fuheis, the little town on the outskirts of Amman where R’s parents live. She went slow on the up hills.

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