Sands National Academy in Khelda Jordan: Corruption, Labor Violations, Terrorism

Sands National Academy in Khelda Jordan: Corruption, Labor Violations, Terrorism

(*Note* Contained therein is audio, screenshots, and bold block quotes from affidavits. Includes audio of Jordanian intelligence. Also briefly mentions International Independent School Airport Road, Nell Language Program, Terrorist Sheikh Muhammed Rateb Al Nabulsi, and Amman Governor Khaled Abu Zaid)


The absolute worst international private school in Jordan is Sands National Academy ( )  in Khelda. Its corpulent chairman, Gazan citizen but Jordanian resident Nihad Kanaan (an applicant to become a Chicago Illinois citizen), is a manipulative, lilly-livered pillock. Surpassing his Hindenburg belly, is the huge inauthenticity of his employment promises, promises with as much veracity as the Reader’s Digest’s cover portrait by Fred Freeman in 1966, excitingly predicting human travel by jet packs in 1999.  My tormenting journey at Sands was ungracefully inaugurated when I ninny hammer accepted a third-party agreement as a result of my American friend Garth’s personal acknowledgement with a duplicitous Nihad. Garth would work at Ma’arof School – leaving 30 days prior the conclusion of the semester at Sands – by replacing himself with me.  Initially and honestly, I desperately needed a labor contract, in uncontrollable consequence to a previous negligent employment, the International Independent School (IIS) on Airport Road ( ), that failed to provide me one – in flagrant violation of Jordan’s labor laws – despite a two year coccydynia. Thus, succeeding Garth at Sands would be mutually beneficial so I may renew my legal residency within the Hashemite Kingdom. I also felt naively secure in this hopeful transaction because Nihad was purchasing educational consultation at the time from Nevine of Nell Language Program. Both Garth and I were employed by Nell Language Program part time. Nevine also had children attending Sands. Nevertheless, Nihad with an angelic Al Pacino smile exceeding images of innocence found in The Devil’s Advocate, had made it very clear that he concurred with this straightforward arrangement.

Although Nihad  is a premise evolution runs in two directions, he coaxed me into signing an annual labor contract, promising to give me my copy later. I thought nothing of this preceding stipulation.  However, the first augury -like the Grey Man ghost of Pawney Island South Carolina- of worse tribulations to storm, was what a soul-less Nihad capriciously did next. He, students, and faculty warmly welcomed me after securing my John Hancock, then he immediately filed a civil litigation suit against Garth for vacating the school prior the conclusion of the semester.  I humbly asked an obtuse Nihad on several occasions to retract the unjust suit. Even appealing to Islam, I begged Nihad to demonstrate compassion and generosity toward an American revert with a Jordanian/Palestinian wife, financing the extraneous support of several children on a meager teacher’s third world salary. Yet, I will never forget his single emetic retort verbatim on Garth, “I promise you. He’s gonna pay. No one likes niggers. All across the world…Even when they are Muslims.”



Figure 1- Sands National Academy

The Contract

Garth would not be the only victim to Nihad’s labyrinth of deceit. On uncountable occasions for several months, my optimistic trips to the Human Resource (HR) and Nihad Kanaan’s office in expectation of that elusive labor contract copy were vain efforts. The HR replied with an enervating tap dance of buncombes every time, which several years of shoe polish couldn’t cover the wear and tear on my patience. Nihad also had two rude female secretarial watch dogs who would persistently eagle eye visitors and snap back with attempts of quick witted insults besmirching one’s self esteem, while insulting a person’s intelligence by arguing that one’s eyes were misleading when one witnessed a bloated cheap-suit draped Nihad enter his office earlier.  My nascent yet firm commitment of resolving my immigration issue were freshly energizing my persistent efforts and resilience against such underhanded tactics. However, that glimmering bleak light of hope became darker gradually.  Conversations with fellow employees inevitably revealed, there were others employed several years without their own labor contracts. I felt as if climbing a pinnacle while glancing down at the frozen 200 or so corpses lingering untouched at Mount Everest today. I surpassed my initial careful reluctance to enlarge the preceding conundrum, when I briefly thought of Nihad’s racist vexation on Garth and his discrimination I witnessed against a different African American female. It’s irrelevant that I am not African American, I am still human. Therefore, I  and Garth and other American expat employees of Sands filed complaints, submitting affidavits to Atef Majali at the National Centre of Human Rights, Dina at Tamkeen, Ruba at the Anti-Corruption Commission, and others.

Rhonditto Kelvin Sands National Academy employee:

Conditions of School

Nihad’s school is equally as abysmal as his business ethics. It’s ajax-proof filthy with black stains, decaying food smashed like clay-do on the cracked floors, and decorated with marker doodled walls. One may view wooden cabinets in the front of classrooms where students store their textbooks, with doors completely missing or a few lingering off hinges. Many requests for textbooks on behalf of students were perpetually met with shrugging shoulders and “you just have to wait till the school decides to buy more.” One student lucky to receive a textbook, glanced at me smiling and snickering as he pulled the price tag off his book showing that after he paid 50 JDs, it was originally $17.  It was also an occasional occurrence to witness core courses such as Geography or Math, in which no textbooks were distributed for the length of the entire course. It’s like pushing a bus with students inside on the highway of education, without keys to the ignition. Additionally, there is an elevator which is as accessible as Melville Rain forest in Australia, only for the gecko VIP administrators. A near toothless permanent school hours guard –perfect stand-in for the movie The Hills Have Eyes -at the bottom floor elevator door, playfully swings his keys to the elevator in front of bewildered faces to childishly remind everyone. The cafeteria is an illustrious rip-off! Moajanat (pastry with meat)  which normally costs noos JD (half a JD) is exorbitantly tripled in price for students/teachers along with other less qualitative victuals. The school transparently emphasizes dirty profitable business over the pure value of education, and even the innocent youth there are tragically aware of it.

Nihad Kanaan’s Behavior

When a feist Nihad isn’t deducting from your defenseless salary without justification or not paying certain employees at all for months-some are outrageously coerced to sign loan slips for their missing income-he is comfortably chauffeured to and from Sands by a Jordanian driver in his pristine white Lexus SUV. Then, he appears as a Loch Ness sighting by prowling the classrooms like a pregnant vulture while repetitively expressing his whimsical displeasure with a negative intonation and sarcastic “Maa sha Allah” (God is great). Contrary to its normal positive connotation, it translates into you’ve done something wrong as brown-nosing faculty rush to specific agreeable postures like mime artists, meticulously place board markers or erasers in precise positions like interior decorators, tighten their neck ties as CEO aspiring businessmen, begin raising their voices disciplining students for acts formerly allowed prior to Nihad Kanaan’s arrival, the English Literature teacher Muhammed Amer would spark complaints voicing his desire to end his engagement with his fiancée to divert Nihad’s attention, and other obsequious shenanigans to win Kanaan’s quick nod of approval. In acts of bullying via gestures and eye movements and verbal cues befitting the character Bill Lumbergh in the film Office Space , his asinine logic behind his corrections is perception of dominance as opposed to reason. For example, once he caustically demanded I never chew gum , because it was too feminine. I still have yet to decipher the preceding mystery of Nihad Rubrics cube logic.  Just as he in Titanic fashion, proudly Christened his new hotel in Amman, Jordan with the precious name of his daughter Dina, by appending the gem name ‘Jewel’ after hers, the illustrious Dina Jewel Hotel. I am 100 percent certain though, he had no earthly idea Dina Jewel is a Norwegian porn actress.

Nihad boasts himself a Hashemite Capone Mafioso, bragging of his hidden legions within Zarqa (birthplace of Daesh founder Abu Musab Zarqawi)and his loyal Hamas minions in Gaza that he may snap fingers to snuff his opponents. He is a quintessential human Tammany breathing trophy –without the heart- proudly revealing in Boss Tweed emotionally driven gloating conversations the details to his corrupt ‘wasta’ strings within the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan’s government and intelligence (wasta means connections one may bribe in Jordanian culture). And he has no bashful hesitance whatsoever in specifically naming the modern Jordanian equivalents of past corrupt New York policemen Louis Eppolito and Stephen Caracappa. I wouldn’t doubt the veracity of such intimidating claims since he was previously deported during the first Gulf War from Saudi Arabia, by request of the United States, for reasons of National Security.

There is a neologism by employees at Sands, specifically the Chemistry teacher Jalal Odeh and Social Studies instructor Ossaid Bassam which was inculcated into me. They referred to Nihad as “Mr. X” and the other popular loving laureate, “motherfu##er.” They even in an expression of silent defiance taped a caricature of Nihad titled “Alaa Bobo”  in the back of the teacher’s room.


Figure 2 Alaa Bobo

It humorously depicts a baby sitting below the mathematical division symbol, the cute benign baby in diapers representing Nihad and the division symbol meaning its archaic use as a marker of corrupted pages in a Greek manuscript. I thought it was creatively beautiful. More admirable, both Jalal and Ossaid divulged  to me at how they – along with other staff- attempted to win back their portions of deducted salaries by walking out as the Great Southwest Railroad Strike in America in 1886. Nihad in defense of this narrative’s poke at his pride-in true robber baron Jay Gould manner-would often brag in indulging reminiscence on how the many detailed complaints quickly vanished, without investigation or reprimand, in consequence to his discreet personal visits to court and labor ministry officials. The outcome by Jordan’s labor justice officials in regards to this aforementioned conflagration was welcoming those strikers back to their positions at Sands without punishment, and without their demands met. If Nihad isn’t wooing his many cronies, he is an emetic obese imitation of John Kennedy with wooing the Marilyn Monroes, Mimi Alfords, Guinilla Von Posts, and the Mary Meyers employed in his dirty jungle gym. Employees have asserted Nihad regularly manipulates personal loans to employees to tolerate his personal insults and sexual harassment. Although unconfirmed, one married female named Farah-with a verified dearth of experience and educational certification-was shockingly promoted to head of the international department for lower grades. Much gossip spread like the Great Fire of Southwark , London in 1212, that she finally did capitulate to Jabba the Nihad’s requests.

Rhonditto Kelvin Sands National Academy employee:

Ossaid Bassam: SAT Fraud and Pedophilia

Inevitably  through the course of establishing closer relationships with the cast at Sands, it became ultimately transparent Nihad wasn’t the sole one deserving a division symbol overhead. Sands is a Sima Humboldt cave of Venezuela with its own lesser hominoid species. I recollect the disturbing bravado which Jalal Odeh often bragged that he ascertains SAT test copies from Saudi Arabia which he administers at Ossaid Bassam’s  800 SAT Center of Amman. The center was initially named Barron’s but was coerced out of copyright infringement to 800 SAT Center of Amman with the banal inaccurate cliché “we ace it.” It should be “we sell it.”

800 SAT Center of Amman Page:

Initially, I thought Jalal’s boasting unlikely, though Ossaid asked once if I knew anyone in or intended to travel to Saudi Arabia. It was an odd question. The course of events transformed my opinion though, first witnessing a Sands student’s attempt to furiously pound Jalal, as Ossaid physically restrained him. My students non-chalantly peering into the hallway, voluntarily informed me that Jalal promised the student an approximate grade on the SAT  at the 800 SAT Center which did not materialize.  I eventually discovered many from Sands were customers or employees of the center. The second fishy indication was when I witnessed a student ‘earn’ a high score on her SAT Spanish exam – announced on the center’s Facebook page – yet I discovered her unable to conjugate basic tenses nor correctly identify sentence placement of subject and object pronouns for my Spanish quiz I administered when I substituted for Ossaid’s Spanish class, a couple days after her exam. Other random students also came forward in tandem to voice similar grievances.  I was finally convinced when two students’ parents complained of the distinct irregular high scores of certain 800 SAT Center students juxtaposed with their lower abilities within the Sands’ classroom. It was like glancing at an American type A two-prong plug fit inside a European type D three-prong outlet. Anyone familiar with charades or hangman as a youth, could deduct something was obviously wrong. And it was not humorously entertaining or as secretive as the 2004 film, The Perfect Score.

When an average human sees a pile of feces, queries of where it derived are first. Thus, I often forcibly restrain my racism when tempted to query about the cultural and religious laxatives of the fecal Ossaid Bassam. Yet, he is an overwhelming premise to augment the adage “two wrongs don’t make a right,” his parents are prime examples. One day with shameless agog, Ossaid proudly asserted his sexual prowess by displaying half-naked pictures of adolescents on his mobile. Some sporting cheap bright heavy make-up, another sitting on a swivel chair with crossed legs held high exposing pink panties, and one with a Sands High school senior jacket. It was as tolerable as the possessed girl performing masturbation with a crucifix in one scene from The Exorcist. One image suddenly provoked me to request he return to it. It was a Playboy type pose of the under-age sister of my prior student at the International Independent School (IIS) on Airport Road. Ossaid claimed her parents were comfortable with this pedophilia arrangement. Personal Facebook correspondence with the previously mentioned student also verified Ossaid’s narrative. In accordance with my request, a journalist colleague performed a thorough background check on Ossaid. It got deeper. He was also incarcerated for sexual harassment and domestic abuse of under-age females in the past.  My complaints of the Jordanian equivalent of Delaware pediatrician Earl Brian Bradley to Sands personnel were met with indirect warnings by unconcerned administrators and cohorts, to mind my own business. It was a cultural thing they explained. On the other hand, Nihad laughed stating “his [Ossaid’s] past makes him a profitable employee (meaning he can pay him less than other teachers).”   Nevertheless, in hopes of the ghost contract to mysteriously appear and inured to the complacence of administration, I followed warnings making no commotion. One day, a female 10th grade student at Sands asked if I could convince Ossaid to remove her images on his mobile. I strongly urged her to inform her parents and the police. She dispelled her fear of ‘honor killings’ in her culture. I then realized the culture at Sands was disgusting, and helplessly tragic! Ossaid’s emetic impunity upon which he acts out his sexual indiscretions on innocent under-age prey could only be acceptable in a twisted culture wherein something akin to the allegations of Jordan Chandler’s relationship with Michael Jackson, could possibly be viewed grotesquely valuable as love and acceptable as culture.

One employee’s affidavit stated:

There have been several cheating incidents in the school on the external exams for the S.A.T. program. The individual responsible for these incidents still works at Sands school and is in partnership with the school’s owner in a private learning center that provides S.A.T. workshops. The same individual who is in this partnership has also engaged in improper sexual behavior with the female students of Sands.


Figure 3 Social Studies teacher at Sands and Owner of 800 SAT Center of Amman Ossaid Bassam


Ossaid Bassam – Banging under-age students and hunting down journalists , what he calls Western spies like Daesh does



Ossaid’s brother and accomplice, Eyas Hamdan


Hiding something under the skirt at 800 SAT Center of Amman

Conversation with my IIS student Ayah Zaher on Pedophilia by Ossaid:

Pedophilia complaint by anonymous second student:

Sands’ Faked Accreditation and Grades

The above is only a peel of the onion-layered secret within Nihad’s private dungeon.  In one peel, I witnessed instructors callously record grades into the EduWave system. In another peel, a female teacher -typing beside me- unconscionably advised me to increase Palestinian students’ grades above Jordanian and refugee students. In a third peel, I was unable to provide grades for 12th grade students who never attended classes. I was told by an administrator to ‘double’ – as she put it-the previous grades of these truant pupils from the prior semester, by a completely different teacher, as my own grade submission. I humbly requested she fulfill her own request which she did many times for the 12th grade seniors.  As one employee stated in his affidavit:

I was told to fake grades, and test results.

I had students in my class who were out 70% of the semester however, they still received perfect grades, and students who were not able to speak or write English [ in international classes requiring English proficiency] yet still got enviable grades.


The pulp of the onion mystery however is how the school maintains accreditation. When employed there, there was no curriculum. Many requests of such were answered by equivocal colleagues and the head of the international department, Ms. Fawzia, with “just follow the book pages.” When querying staff on the basic fundamentals, the main concepts of courses, clueless cricketing silence and assuaging remarks of “the book has it all” were disturbingly commonplace.

An affiant stated:

During my work on the accreditation I discovered that the school had falsified a lot of the information that was presented to the accreditation committee, including student results and the facts presents(sic. presented) to the accreditation committee.


Physical Abuse of Students

The abusive atmosphere of Sands is repulsively dangerous in my professional opinion. Covering windows are iron steel bars – which is understandable to prevent students from falling stories high to the ground – but you would think there could have been some other structure. Or schools would avoid placing the profit margin above quality and safety, by building horizontally –purchasing extra land-rather than vertically. Those bars with the endemic constant insults of “heywan” (animals) by faculty is a self-fulfilling prophecy, consequently exacerbating students’ behavior as they begin to subconsciously accept they are sub-human. In addition to the psychological demur, a few teachers and administrators occasionally slap, punch, and slam students. In one traumatic experience, the P.E. teacher shoved open my 10th grade International classroom door, as he chased a student, Hamzah, like an insect into the corner. He proceeded to repetitively kick Hamzah on his right leg and buttocks area, humiliatingly slapping him on his head and face multiple times. He then crumbled Hamzah’s sweater into his knuckles and pressed them against Hamzah’s fragile chest back and forth several times, as he then commenced to suffocate Hamzah by pushing his clenched fist/shirt conglomeration further toward the throat area of Hamzah. This bullying behavior by teachers is unfortunately the norm and the majority of the victims are refugee students and non-Palestinians. This consequentially influences students to do the same to their peers, in a Hashemite version of The Hunger Games.  In another memorable occurrence, Ossaid Bassam ordered his Palestinian students to hold down a Syrian who insulted Palestine on the cold floor in a crucifix position, as he calculatingly lifted his right knee high into the air with textbooks in his left arm, and slowly shoved his dirty boot onto this student’s petite chest, then directly onto the right cheek of his red-blushed face.

Bullied Student at Sands National Academy:

Terrorism at Sands

At Sands, there is a level of anti-western/Israeli  ideology which is abnormally high and dangerous like the Nazi substance N. The administration and faculty at Sands are pro-Hamas, which is gossamer obvious to the perspicacious. Occasionally, I witnessed Ossaid, an obese male math instructor, a Jordanian female social studies teacher, the Biology teacher Nura Abboud, the computer teacher Hosni (Hosni is a Circassian and always brags about his uncle’s former position as a chief in the Jordanian intelligence), and others; inculcate pro-Hamas and anti-Western/Israeli rhetoric to pupils. Sometimes, Jalal Odeh and the P.E instructor would play with de-armed firearms they hid in the teacher’s office. The P.E instructor screamed Al Jihad Islamee fe Falesteen (Palestinian Islamic Jihad) when Jalal would suddenly correct him with Tawhid Al Jihad (the Salafist group led by Jordanian Abbad Al-Rahman Brizat  who murdered Italian activist, Vittorio Arrigoni). Ossaid often vocally claimed a respect for the creatively intelligent cruel extortion activities of Ramadan Shalah. My eardrums painfully endured and my eyes distressingly read Quranic verses or hadiths and baseless unsupported generalizations justifying the melodramatically hopeful destruction of Israel and the West, persistent detailed yet fallacious theses refuting Democracy, gross erroneous generalizations attenuating and even promoting the murder of innocent victims in the Palestine struggle; from students’ in-class speeches and essays. Most importantly, I witnessed in agony, teachers imbibe in the new generation of youth, what former Minister of Culture, Sabri Rbeihat, forewarned:

Many politicians ignore the fact that the problem today lies in the emergence of a new culture that hates life, celebrates death, and attacks and quickly eliminates anything symbolizing liberty, life, and happiness.

It deeply hurt me. The self destructive cycle of hatred is what every teacher ‘should’ strive to efface. But its prevalence within Sands became inevitably transparent as to why. Unlike Munther Hussein – chairman of the International Independent School – who employed me previously  under explicit terms that my salary would facilitate an  expedition to Gaza in which he also generously appended the offer of  ‘anything I wanted from the Hamas government’ to augment Hamas’ image of legitimacy , a slithering Nihad Kanaan was less direct but more tacitly venomous. During a period of time relations were positive, my requested attendance in scaly Nihad’s dirty office oddly progressed into a jejune conversation on the topics of life’s purpose, Palestinian resistance, honor and death, Jennah (heaven), and Gaza. The gist, a self-promoting Nihad thirsty for recognizable importance in an unknown outside conglomerates’ eyes, attempted to recruit me for violent jihad in Gaza! This unbelievable moment completely explained the aforementioned Hamasology I witnessed at Sands National Academy. I now understood everything like the missing jig-saw puzzle piece! His demeanor was so brazenly infantine and translucent, his assumption I was so gullible so insulting, that I nearly was unsuccessful in requesting he himself commit suicide by climbing his own ego and leaping to his intelligence! But I restrained myself in hopes the mysterious labor contract would appear. I later learned I was not the only employee ‘blessed’ with the same ‘generous’ offer by a narcissistic Nihad.

Sands National Academy Students’ Extremist Thoughts:

Ossaid Bassam Extremist Thoughts, SAT test Cheating, and Pedophilia:

Jalal Odeh (short one) and P.E. Teacher (beanie hat) Playing with Guns:

Another prevalent theme in Sands is a suffocating, insidious religious bigotry. Opening introductions by the majority are on one’s religious affiliation. Are you Christian or Muslim? Jew was unthinkable, thus only reserved for insults. The religious bigotry wasn’t as overt as the principal of the International Independent School (IIS) , Mr. Fuad, demanding I remove my silver chain with God’s name on it because it is haram (a sin). Or when terrorist Sheikh Muhammed Rateb Al Nabulsi once guest lectured to the students and faculty at IIS about how the death penalty should be enacted against homosexuals, killing all Jews was halal (blessed by God), and violent jihad against the West – which he inexplicitly but tacitly included the 9-11 attacks when questioned by an audience member- is an obligation of the youth; but in level of inimical discrimination and frequency of chalk board scratching annoyance, Sands and IIS both comprise of Bob Jones’ Kool-Aid drinkers. It is ironic to point out that though Sheikh Nabulsi -who supports the death penalty for homosexuality- is the featured guest visitor in a picture on IIS’ website, while employed there I regularly witnessed the bus supervisor joke around by inserting foreign objects in the anus of colleagues, squeezing the buttocks of his bus drivers, formulating lewd sexually explicit jokes daily, shoving his employees’ faces into his crotch area, and rubbing his penis on their body parts.

Signs of religious extremism at Sands are equally disturbing. The same aforementioned female administrator that ‘doubled’ grades for the senior class, opined to me -in complaint to my high grades for female students-that Islam posits men are more intelligent. The math instructor tightly shook my hand, emphasizing the right hand’s use in mundane tasks was mandatory in Islam. I also witnessed a skinny short pale female teacher make a huge fuss in favor of expelling Renee Descarte and Thomas Paine from the library shelf because they were written by Satan. The P.E. teacher –who mercilessly beat students-would often criticize me when not praying with him. The teacher for religion class (I don’t comprehend why its religion class, they teach only Islam) regularly indoctrinates the class with eschatological themes of Judgment Day while predicting the date to be soon, reassuring the majority Palestinian students of returning to Palestine. While also occasionally indoctrinating pupils that Shia Muslims are disbelievers destined for hell and King Abdullah II is a messenger as the prophets Mohammed, Eisa (Jesus), Musa (Moses), and others of antiquity. Original thought or analytical thinking, questioning norms and tradition, or analyzing anything without an Islamic perspective was taboo, possibly even flirting with blasphemy. And slowly I began to sullenly realize that the hadiths (reported speech of the Prophet Muhammed) had replaced -by De Facto use- the Quran, as hadiths became the apotheosis for ‘real’ Muslims to even limiting masturbation with the right hand.

As Zuleikha Abu Risha asserted:

The poisoned Islamist tree, planted in the 1960s, has borne fruit – in the form of an educational system that opposes creativity and asking questions, sanctifies the past, does not deviate from its [rigid] path, detests logic and anything new or innovative, levels accusations of heresy, and incites to hatred, violence, and killing – to the point where students have become robots who recite prayers to keep themselves from harm, instead of investing efforts in finding solutions

Such vitriolic Islamic exceptionalism obviously led to discrimination. One former Christian employee complained she was regularly discriminated against, even when juxtaposing treatment during Muslim and Christian holidays.  Another affiant stated in her job recruitment experience at Sands:

November 1, 2015 I was called at 10a.m. and asked to be to work at 11a.m. at Sands (the smaller school). After meeting with Ms. Abeer, the principle, she said she definitely wanted to hire me. She explained how the month training would be for November and that for the month they would pay me 350jod and then we would renegotiate the contract and possibly pay me more.

November 2, 2015 an admin staff member came to my class to get my passport. She returned it to me 10 minutes later. About 10 minutes later she came and got the passport again, this time returning it about 20 minutes later. Later that afternoon Ms. Abeer seen me in the hallway and asked (in an aggressive manner) many questions about why I was in Israel and how long was I there. Eventually, my response was, “I’m not sure why any of that matters.”

About 30 minutes later an American teacher can (Sic. came) to my class and asked to speak with me in the hallway. She asked the following questions, “Why is my head covered? Why is it not covered on my passport photo? Why was I in Israel? How long was I there? What is my religion? How long will I be in Jordan?” This teacher stated, “In Jordan, religion is everything. You are defined by your religion. It tells these people who you are as a person. You can be Muslim, that’s ok. As a Christian they will tolerate you but you can’t not be anything. You can’t be like an atheist or a Buddhist.” She then asked was I Buddhist and leaned forward laughing. She said, “Please don’t be mad at me for asking these questions. Ms. Abeer really wants to know and I can’t not ask. You’ll learn that you don’t tell her no. If she tells you to do something you just kinda do it. I need my job, I can’t afford to loose (Sic, lose) it.”

Rhonditto Kelvin Sands National Academy employee:



Figure 4 Picture taken from IIS website. Munther Hussein second from left, front row. Mr. Fuad far right. Middle is Terrorist Sheikh Muhammed Rateb Al Nabulsi


Figure 5 – Bus Supervisor at IIS rubbing penis on bus driver

Figure 6-Bus supervisor shoving bus driver face into his crotch at IIS

Articles on Sheikh Nabulsi’s extremism and terrorism:

The Set Up

My eye-widening exposure to such potentially dangerous intransigence, was suddenly triggered after an implacable Nihad verbally expressed knowledge of my official complaints against Sands. It was the precise tone he employed when apprising me that word finally got back to him, which indicated the electric match for the following H2+O2 chemical combustion. My punishment arrived by intentional provocation and later insults, from his hordes of terrorist cheerleaders. Specifically, the boorish biology teacher, Nura Abboud, calmly fawned me on the football field , sparking an uncomfortable perfunctory conversation about how she was unjustly deported from Israel for terrorism, then directly asking, “do Israelis contact you sometimes?” Confused, I thought her English was defunct so I replied I had Palestinian and Israeli friends. That’s what I thought she meant. Afterwards, she suddenly began conversing in my presence with the fatuous principal, a lazy faced Naima Al-Momani, about which germane products were boycotted according to the BDS campaign (Boycott , Divest, Sanction). As a morose Ms. Momani departed, Nura then drilled me with melodramatic encomiums of Al Qassam and Hamas, Harikat Al Sabireen, Harikat Al Jihadi Islami le Falasteen, and more;  which progressed into her sickening glamorization of Palestinian jihadists knifing Israelis today. My silence allowed the ticking of the clock to be amplified until her uncomfortably strange conversation led to her mollifying eulogy of Ahmad Daqamseh. I declared Daqamseh’s  murdering of innocent children on a school bus was not heroism.  I struck a nerve.  Or, I was finally caught in Nura Abboud’s childish mouse trap on behest of a craven Nihad Kanaan.

The facetious domino effect resulting afterwards made extremely apparent the snake pit paucity of education and tolerance I was truly encapsulated within. An irascible Nura –like an intrusive elementary child- hopped like a bulimic Kermit the Frog  through the halls, cacophonously informing others of what I confided. Within 3 hours my condemnation of Daqamseh diffused like an assiduous Bubonic Plague. In 10 minutes, an elderly indolent Ms. Naima proudly raised her pointy nose and swiftly passed beside me –possibly speeding on her Qassam broom stick- with the exculpating invective, “we know who the real terrorists are. You Americans!” A half hour later, a desultory Ossaid Bassam, occluding the teacher’s room with his body in the doorway, cursed America declaring his ostentatious approval of US State Department listed terrorist groups. When querying if King Abdullah II felt the same, he retorted “(expletive) the King!” An hour afterwards, the overweight 150 LB once introverted hall monitor with a hijab, materialized into the extroverted braggart of an erudite and declared publicly that I was Daesh. Two hours later, the female Jordanian sloth-like history instructor with spider man eyes and a Smokey coarse voice from the international section (grades 9-12) walked the entire arduous journey up two floors to the computer room-my last refuge from such proliferating attacks- and phlegmatically and artlessly averred in front of the Computer teacher Hosni, she longed for Democracy and America’s destruction.  3 hours on, a few obsequious students metamorphosed and burgeoned this character defamation –under the direction of instructors at Sands and upon Nihad’s tacit approval- into I was a Zionist 38 year old Tom Cruise of Mission Impossible with a pop-belly, that traveled across the Atlantic Ocean to ascertain the highly classified insensible secret that Nihad Kanaan was a thieving terrorist sympathist and Sands was a garbage dump paragon tragically confused for an average school. It was both incredulously comical and despicable. Especially since I have been a Palestinian activist for ten years , one who helped organize the first 2009 nationwide marches with the AAPER (American Association for Palestinian Equal Rights) for Palestine across America. Although I inertly survived the day’s austere multiple derisions and denigrations with equanimity until I punched out of work, the next morning, I was unexpectedly terminated by a smiling obdurate Nihad, without reason. Without my deductions of my salary returned. Without my last month’s pay.  And without a copy of my ephemeral contract.

Figure 7 Biology teacher at Sands: Nura Abboud



Corrupt Governor, Journalists, and Jordanian Intelligence

Nihad’s final discourse with me was under the context of unwarranted termination, which was indeed suspiciously memorable. As he mischievously reached out with his fat right fingers to softly squeeze and waggishly shake my left cheek in a deceptively jeering, yet insulting manner, he briefly remarked with a cunning smile “good luck with your immigration problem. Maybe Nevine will save you soon (Nevine was my boss at Nell Language Program and Nihad’s business partner).” Two weeks afterwards, the governor of Amman Jordan, a stolid reptilian-faced Khaled Abu Zaid, gave me a pungent ultimatum after phoning me. Similar to outlaws guilty of murder in the Old West, I had only one week –with or without sufficient funds- to depart Jordan.  In my resoluteness, I appealed for advice from Atef Majali of the National Center of Human Rights who advised I secure another labor contract, renew my residency, and remain in Jordan.  He expressed it was only a minor immigration issue. I met with Rana Sweiss , Amman correspondent of the New York Times and messaged Naseem Tarawneh of the blog The Black Iris, who both seemed supportive asking me on several occasion to update them with developments. Inevitably, they let me down by refusing to investigate anything. I also asked Nevine for help, she laconically responded with lassitude that she couldn’t. Shortly afterwards, while teaching a business class at Nell Language Program, another employee named Ms. Suzanne -who has worked with US Aid-was escorted by a reticent Jordanian peer who oddly and generously offered his free legal representation. This man, Mustafa Alfreahat, claimed he was a prior Jordanian intelligence officer and an acting lawyer. I confirmed the attorney claim by traveling to his office with him at the Ministry of Justice. The intelligence part, I verified its veracity through honest and untainted journalist colleagues.

Mustafa briskly visited Governor Khaled Abu Zaid’s office, then rang me. He melodramatically notified me that I was under expulsion in consequence to my controversial publications on Syrian refugees. Perhaps the Jordanian intelligence was disturbed and desired my ousting because of my penmanship and film production on Syrian migrants, but I was indubitably convinced that the final catalyst was Nihad who lubricated the wheels of that machinery. His suspicious comment at termination, the persistence and speed of the Jordan government to focus on me after his termination, and friends in the Jordan government all augment my assertion. Nevertheless, I followed the gambit of Mustafa’s disinformation quibble. Through our personal conversations at his abode and sporadic phone discussions, he confided that his employer/father and him bartered a ‘fortuitous’ yet shady under-the-table 10,000 JD deal with Khaled Abu Zaid and the Jordanian intelligence, to rescind my seemingly recondite extradition. Immediately following this putrid proposition, I began receiving numerous vituperative and impulsive calls from hostile unknown sources verbally touting “National Security” in their impetuous demands to meet with me. All refused to professionally substantiate themselves to confirm their sinecures in the Jordan government. Thus, I vocally and purposely appeared non-viscous but followed the advice of the US Embassy of Amman to physically ignore this communication. I suspected this was about extortion. I satiated Mustafa’s pretentiousness long enough to elicit more information and to milk-the-clock in order to hopefully enable the discovery of another employment contract, while letting my inaction be the ultimate accumulative response to his gossamer corrupt gestures. This prevaricating silence earned some extra time but not enough sadly to precipitate the renewal of my residency. And I’m not sure if it would have. Inevitably my loving wife (an Iraqi refugee) and I, were booted from Jordan. The issued paperwork derived directly from the Jordanian intelligence. But no specific reason was printed.

Jordanian Intelligence calling me about “National Security”:

Mustafa Alfreahat:


Figure 8 Amman Governor Khaled Abu Zaid second from left


Figure 9 Mustafa Alfreahat

The Future Youth

I pen this solicitous diatribe because I sincerely long for the Middle East’s posterity,  my students, the fresh to be brighter future. A time-distant or near-when perhaps free housing, unemployment welfare, and free medical care may become a reality in the Middle East as in developed nations. In addition, I hope for an educational atmosphere which is competitively qualitative in juxtaposition with the world. Although problematic circumstances are omnipresent to the youth, we all must change within before transforming the outside enigmatic world. We begin by being the change we wish in the world and never becoming inured or capitulating to ‘any specious thing’ or ‘any dogmatic creed’ soporifically producing less than what all humans deserve, the best. Such wishful materialization’s second step, among many footprints in prudence, is to honestly point out rather than repudiating, ignoring, or attenuating flaws;  and boldly cooperating together in remedying problems existing today, as with Sands National Academy. Instead of childishly pointing the finger in torpor at the Manichean ‘other,’ we absolutely must despise injustice by our own nation, religion, culture, or school if we truly espouse the preceding rather than selfishly manipulate them. Benjamin Lay, Wiliam Lloyd Garrison, Harriet Tubman, and others are venerated within the annals of history not for ending slavery with their sole tangential acts, but for courageously and profoundly pushing the societal limits while surpassing acceptable demarcation boundaries diametric to many of their contemporaries. Despite my exile, I am proud and completely unapologetic for imitating the preceding against corruption, labor violations, terrorism, and for supporting Syrian refugees’ rights in the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan. Exile is not a stigma but in contrast, an admirable sign of conscience most prophets of antiquity also endured. I only regret the misfortune of nature’s cruel incapacitation at birth, to not possess enough fingers to fully express myself to a refractory Nihad and his unscrupulous praetorian cronies.

Nihad Kanaan: Chicago’s Terrorist Problem

As a former Pentagon contractor and an instructor for various defense-related projects with 6 years experience in international schools in the Middle East, I attempted to divulge to Jennifer Cramer Kelley in personal communication, the environment her husband -an American contractor in Saudi Arabia- worked within, before his death.  We deal with discreet high levels of anti-Americanism and corruption, sometimes even working with known supporters of terrorism, all the preceding hidden or covered up under the umbrella  of Duanne Clarridge’s National Security. Including via the hands of our very own government and some Mockingbird journalists. Like the many Filipinos in Jordan shoved off roofs with their deaths labeled ‘suicides’ for revealing the dirty secrets of their abusive employers; the unprinted often heard rumor in Jordan pertaining to the ‘suicides’ of Jumana and Soraya Salti, was the same preceding scenario with Filipinos. I feel strongly the same occurred to Jennifer’s husband. Suicide is the name for how they get rid of you here in the Middle East, when you are going to reveal something sensitive like corruption. As an American, I am extremely angry at my government for their feigned ineptitude and occasionally aiding the cover-ups. As a human, I am truly sorry and hurt by Jennifer’s irreplaceable loss. As with previous cover-ups involving the USS Liberty ship attacked by Israel, and Jordan’s Intel given to the US on Laila Yaghi son’s activities within the Hashemite Kingdom; I’ve learned first-hand that National Security, a god on earth, is above American lives as well. And now I know why a European computer programmer smiled at me in Syria, when he met family businessmen of the Bin Laden family in 2010. Despite what occurs to innocent humans as Jennifer’s husband, Laila Yaghi’s son, the victims of the USS Liberty, or with me; it’s business as usual.

Jennifer Cramer Kelley’s husband:

Salti Sisters:

Laila Yaghi:

It is also salient to note Jihad , Nihad, has invested in businesses in the bustling Chicago , Illinois region of the United States. He has also –through the conduit of his wife serving as paper secretary – applied for a Green Card. His employment practices, frivolous lawsuits, intimidation and corruption, and Hamas package will soon be a permanent imprint making a new tortuous conveyor belt of American victims at home, rather than American expats abroad. Just dig up the spectrum of labor complaints against him in Jordan as a portent! But perhaps the propensity for the powerful lure of dirty money and quickly erased e-mail servers can arrange immunity from scrutiny of the moral turpitude statue for immigration. Who knows?  Dutch scientist Lotte Geveen stated the 30,000 feet deep hole in Windischeschenbach Germany, makes a similar percussion sound as a heart beat in the silent depths of the hollow earth. I am of the impression that many need consider digging deeper for Nihad’s. There is no doubt Nihad will discreetly enact his childish cowardly terrorist antics upon me, in return for this honest diatribe, but I envision that the hero Thomas Nast would confidently thumbs up the retort, “I simply don’t give a ##it!” For all Nihad’s innocent silenced victims including dear fellow Americans of mine, whatever their race, I pray that a bold Nepenthese Attenboroughi pitcher plant awaits such cowardly rodent hereafter.  All of us humans may be so lucky.




Siraj Davis has a Master of Arts in History and is currently a teacher with a command of six languages, and a freelance journalist for human rights issues. He has spent eight years researching examples of violent and non-violent insurgencies and counterinsurgencies or Low Intensity Conflicts across the world, in various contexts and backgrounds. His first book was “Religious Fanaticism and Abolition: Early 19th Century Marginalization of David Walker and Nat Turner” and he is currently working on his second book “The Pursuit of Love Against the War on Terrorism.” He has also published various academic journal and newspaper articles. He has organized and lobbied for human rights and immigration reform with organizations such as Amnesty International, American Families United, SOA Watch, US Campaign for Burma, the American Association for Palestinian Equal Rights, and more. Davis is president of the Collective Consciousness human rights organization and a constituent of the Truth Justice and Peace Movement. He is currently focused on the Free Ziyad Yaghi Campaign, Peace in Palestine/Israel Conflict, and all refugees. Davis is also a former pugilist and 1991 AAU/JKA National Shotokan Karate Champion. He is now in Erbil, Kurdistan teaching World/US History at the American international School, while also teaching the Peshmerga fighters English during the summers there.