Analyzing Jürgen Klopp’s tactic in details and Liverpool’s perpetual defense problem
Our music critic on last week’s Andrea Bocelli concert in Jerash.
Haiffah the donkey, whose labor goes into the meals we eat, lives on the outskirts of campus, alone and neglected.
I’ve never been quite at ease with the fact that I’m both Japanese and Jordanian. From not being able to speak Arabic when I first came to Jordan, and having this proven by my first-grade teacher (who told me that I would never be able to speak or write Arabic), to the relentless Fridays of each week, when I had to go to a Japanese school in Amman; or the occasional looks I get in Japan, because I do not quite look like the other Japanese people, especially where my grandmother lives, in a suburb where people are not used to seeing many foreigners.
Boys’ soccer season kicks off for the King’s Academy Lions
Hashim Khalayleh braves the depths of the Athletic Center’s swimming pool
My parents signed me up for my first Chinese class without my knowing. And only now have I stopped taking Chinese classes—after seven years.
India is a whole undiscovered world. Here is my adventure in it.
During 15-minute breaks, before lunch, after classes, and even during classes; Khaziya is probably the most crowded and busy area on campus. Always full of students and faculties craving for food in the middle of the day, Khaziya provides the school with variety of offbeat food that cannot be found in the Dining Hall.
Spread across the lawn, between the gallery and auditorium, the majority of the school congregates for an out-door dinner and to support the first open mic of the year. As the day shifts into a typical warm summer night, social groups convene and gravitate towards the stage, as teachers and faculty create a border along the edge of the crowd.