Author: Father Elia Mitri

22Sep

To My Son and His Household

We left you the day before yesterday. We have lived with you, in the distant and cold country, for fifty days. We were able to have some alone time (some time alone) together. We have talked about a lot of things. I loved that you have captured, with this strong friendship that unites you with ...

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21Sep

Other Visions

On my “way” to Lebanon, I expected myself to still be inclined to observing, observing people and things. This did not happen. At Montreal airport, from which I will travel to Frankfurt and then to Beirut, my eyes seemed as if they had arrived to my city before me. My eyes are not made of ...

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20Sep

A Large Expanse

My trip to Canada ends today. A large expanse cannot be summed up in a few lines. The world is made up of things we like and things we dislike... Those who are aware of life here are able to know, if they have followed me in what I had written about my trip, that ...

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19Sep

More Delightful and Eloquent

The journey has helped me to write to you from it and about it. I have tried to remain here, to pick out my words from it. It was not always the images that were my purpose, but rather what was behind them. How does this entire world prostrate to God? This is what I ...

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18Sep

Moses’ Heirs

Here, my answer was the same to any young brother who asked me for advice: take from this country what knowledge you think you are capable of or that which it offers you, and take its languages, for your own edification and the prosperity of a country that awaits you. Do not care for any ...

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17Sep

The Village

Here, I learned that the word "Canada", in the Iroquoian language (the ethnic language of Quebec), is derived from the word "kanata", which means village. No word in the world seduces me like this word: village. This is not an objection on my part to the fact that I was born in a city and ...

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16Sep

An Accepted History

A few days ago, my daughter-in-law asked me about my younger days. I told her, in detail, about my father, about his death, which taught me, early on, to put a distance between myself and all people. My father handed me the responsibility for his household early on. I set out to the working world ...

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15Sep

Umm Muhammad

She is a lady who works in homes, here, in the province of Quebec. You want her in your home, you bring her from where she lives and take her back there. Umm Muhammad comes to my son’s house once every week or every other week. Here, this service is expensive. The poor are not ...

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14Sep

The Adequate Beauty

The question, which I have heard here many times, is: “how do you see life here?” Life is beautiful. There is no way to compare this city from the distant world to any other city I have ever known in my life. Yesterday, I told some of my friends: “if we decide in Lebanon, to ...

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13Sep

Sound of the City

This silent expanse, which makes you feel that it is desolate, is sometimes buzzing with “words that are not like words”! Before I was told by a friend of mine who visited us in our house here, I did not know the meaning of what I had seen on some of the roads of the ...

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