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The ship docked at the port. We entered the passenger hall for immigration checks. As I handed my folded folio to the officer, he looked at me in surprise and said ‘I want your passport.

From Barcelona, we moved to Gibraltar then the Azores, where we made a short stop. Remaining on board, we admired from a distance the beauty of multi-colored oleanders. To us, they seemed like islands covered with flowers. Soon afterwards, we departed from those islands while the mighty sea was...

In Istanbul, two girls got on board; a beautiful Turkish girl and a short Armenian towards whom the Goddess of beauty had acted stingily vouchsafing the girl nothing of her generosity. The girls had booked a room near ours. They were also heading for the US to pursue their education at Columbia...

It was not long before Mr. Dodge asked me to teach the Arabic language to the wives of certain US teachers. We agreed that I would deliver my one hour lesson at the Post building in the Mothaf area, from 4 pm until 5 pm. I told the treasurer I was charging the US missionary 1 Lebanese lira for...

In early October, I accompanied my younger sister, Salma, to Beirut as she was planning to enter the American School for Girls in Zqaq El-Blat. After a meticulous study of our budget, we realized that day students have fewer expenses than boarding students, particularly since our mother had...

That year, Dr. Philip Hatti left the American University for a post as Professor of Islamic History and Semitic Languages at the Branston University. I never forgot his piece of advice: “Syriac and Hebrew languages will help you crack the codes of spoken Arabic. You ought to study those, my son,...

I had better find a summer job that could pay for the first semester of my third year. Oh merciful God, be generous to me!

I was introduced both to the American and the Armenian directors running the affairs of the vocational schools. I also met Mr. Farah who was responsible for the cuisine and whose first name I cannot remember . He came from Al-Helweh and had a small house by the side of a warm and lovely bay. He was...

I said to myself: What the heck, I’d go to hell if need it but I am not losing my 150 bucks! I packed my luggage and hopped into a car that transported me to Saida, and from Saida, I was given a second ride into Mieh Mieh.

One hot Sunday, as I was savoring a sound sleep after lunch, a knock on the door ruffled my tranquility. I woke up to find a servant standing at my door and saying: “The ma’am wants you to hurry to the warehouse and help in unloading a truck of cereals and flour.”