Need a hospital from all the hospitality?

My Arabic tutor's name is Ghada.  She is a wonderful woman with a lot of patience for my poor memory and pronunciation.  She prods at me to "make my tongue lazy" and stop articulating vowels- apparently the key to speaking like a native Jordanian is to give up most everything tht makes Arabic at all understandable to me.  Anyway my last lesson we read some texts to help me with the language, and also provide a lesson in Arab culture.  One of the dialogues went something like this:
person A: "Come in for coffee!"
person B: "Oh no I really dont have time"
A: Sure you do, please come in come in.
B: No, I dont want to bother you.
A: You shame me, come in or I will die.
Person B enters the home of person A.
A: Have some cake, and cookies, and coffee, and tea.
B: Oh, no thank you, I'm really not hungry I just ate.
A: No, please.  Just eat a bite.  You must be a little bit hungry.
B: No, really.  Please, I really really don't want anything, I should be going soon..
A: eat.  And where are you going?  I will take you. Take the rest of these cookies, and this cake, and a thermos of coffee. 
B: No, I can walk, I just have to go down the street.
A: Absolutely not this is unacceptable. Get in  my car right now.

This is not an exaggeration; this is Arab hospitality.  Wonderfully stiffling, sometimes terrifying hospitality.  Ghada explained, "When we have a guest, we try to do everything we can for them and the guest tries to not be a bother so they want to have the least thing from the host."  Hospitality is a brutal battle of wills. I can't decide if this is the best or scariest thing about the culture here.  Sometimes both?