There are occasions, related to stations in my life, that my daughter retains entirely. Whether my daughter is in Lebanon or abroad (as she is nowadays), whatever her preoccupations, she does not allow any occasion to pass silently without talking to me about it. On the occasion she thinks she should congratulate me on, she ...
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A Surprise Visit!
On Saturday, following the lapse of one year, eight months, and twenty-eight days since he traveled, my son surprised me by visiting us. He had planned the visit in detail with other people, with his mother, his sister and some of his friends, without my knowledge and the knowledge of his brother and some of ...
Read moreThe Child/Son
The baptized child is a full member of the Church of God his Father. When we accompany him to the communal prayer, if he starts to comprehend, we are supposed to prepare him for responsible participation. Talking to him about everything that is going on in front of him will make it easier for him ...
Read moreThe Children’s Tenderness
I am embarrassed about inserting myself into my lines. Yet, I beg your pardon, I cannot conceal my sorrow, even my resentment at every adult who does not preserve, as the apple of his eye, his children’s tenderness. Will any of you explain to me, if you will, what it means for a man to ...
Read moreFrom Their Eyes!
Yesterday, the Lebanese abroad completed the second phase of the parliamentary elections, that is, the voting process. Today, I am not going to tell you about this event. The words of my eldest son, who voted with his wife yesterday, are still ringing in my ears, that is, his saying that: "Lebanon abroad is not ...
Read moreThe Children’s Joy
I had told you about my weakness in front of happy faces. I will remind you. I do not think that there is, in the whole world, more beautiful than a laughing child. Yesterday, I saw, on the road, a lad caught up in a fit of laughter! I tried to stay put. I wanted ...
Read moreA Heartless World!
I saw him. I saw them. They were in their cars, in front of a school, waiting for someone, a boy, a girl, a wife, a boyfriend or a girlfriend. The neighborhood I was in is mostly quiet, reminiscent of the wilderness of the monks. Sometimes I choose to spend my walking hour there. I ...
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