In Beirut or Altadena, a Lebanese Man on a Mission

This story is contributed by Alastair Greeves, former auditor for World Vision International. The friend he speaks of here is a significant character in my memoir, In Borrowed Houses.  FF “Are you Terry Waite?” the Lebanese immigration official asked me as I handed him my passport 25 years ago.  “Are you returning to our country?” […]

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The Problem America Shares with the Middle East

The Solution We Are Afraid to Try A relative of mine who had earlier divorced in his wife, created a scandal in our family with his relationship to another woman.  There were two horrifying things about the relationship. First they were a man and a woman living together and not married. Second, she was black […]

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Superb Editor, Humble Christian, Peaceful Palestinian

  At the publishing house I directed for 24 years in Lebanon our chief translator and editor had unusual editorial skills.  As a translator he never wrote a word until he was sure he understood the intention of the English author, and in the end the work seemed to have originated in Arabic. The classical […]

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Uxt Mary, Incomparable Middle Eastern Woman

  On International Women’s Day it occurred to me that I should write a story about a Middle Eastern woman, a story that would be a tribute to the brave and noble women of our world.  Then I become indecisive, knowing so many women— smart women, strong women, abused and used women, courageous, creative, happy […]

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In Syria or Lebanon or Anywhere

  Fareed Zakaria said on CNN on October 18 that decades from now we will be glad that Barack Obama refrained from a more active role in Syria. Eugene Robinson in the Washington Post on Oct 5 wrote that Obama is right to be cautious about choosing friends in Syria and right to pursue a […]

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Three Lebanese and Another Anniversary

Her name was Sonya Aharonian. Many people knew her in Beirut as one of the finest piano teachers available, and, by some streak of luck, we who were new in the country had engaged her to teach our nine-year-old son. All we knew was that we dropped him at her house in West Beirut, ran […]

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A Story for an Anniversary

Early in 1975 one of my sons was standing at a municipal bus stop on the Corniche, waiting for a bus to take him home to our area, called Musaitbeh, after a long day at school—the American Community School of Beirut. Beside him on the curb a Lebanese youth also waited. The two of them […]

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