CANADA 

 

Name: Salim Jamil Khonaisser
Location: Edmonton, Alberta Canada

Hello, finally pictures of my dad, also left to right granddaughter Marina, grandson Kevin and granddaughter Kiana Khonaisser and of course me.
Sorry for the looooooooong delay.

Thank you Salim for sending these great pictures of the family.  Yes, we miss you all.  Oh yes, we recognize that plaque... well last time we saw it, it was in Dhour.  Thanks to those who forwarded it to Jamil in Canada where it belongs and as we can tell, it is being treasured and proudly displayed.  With our best wishes.

To read more about Jamil, the Master of Saif oo Terse, click here


 

Montreal

----- Original Message -----
From: "Ray Halabi."
Sent: Monday, September 08, 2003 6:52 PM
Subject: novel photo

Hello, cest ray halabi  je souhaite que vs etes en bonne sante.ces photos sont pris a joe et lea  j'ai aime les envoye comme toute fois et j'espere les voir en DHOUR Fi LMAHJAR.


God bless, see how they are growing... it was only yesterday that we posted Lea Baptism... oops almost TWO Years?! Time sure flies... and now we know Lea's brother name...Joe.  Hello Joe.

Baptism of Lea Raymond Halabi

----- Original Message -----
From: raymond halabi
To: shweir@shweir.com
Sent: Sunday, November 11, 2001 2:27 PM
 
salut georges c'est moi raymond habib halabi j'aimerais mettre les photos de ma petite fille a l'occasion de son baptême 
a l'église st-sauveur-montréal -canada
merci d'avance

hi anwar hou are you,i hoop evreything ok,please anwar i am sending you a picture of our girl lea she was baptise on 28-oct-01 on st-sauveur church
      montreal-canada

Raymond & Claude Halabi

 

Congratulations Lea on your Baptism  Halabi Lea Raymond Babt.JPG (17157 bytes) Halabi Lea Raymond Babt3.JPG (18636 bytes) Halabi Lea Raymond Babt2.JPG (33474 bytes) Halabi Lea Babt 3.JPG (26718 bytes)
Halabi Lea Babt 8.JPG (36281 bytes) OK Lea, what is your brother's name? Halabi Lea Babt 1.JPG (28208 bytes) Halabi Lea Babt cake.JPG (27418 bytes)
Oh, Gateau... Yum Yum
What a beautiful family... 
Mabrook!
Halabi Lea Babt 4.JPG (19687 bytes)
 

----- Original Message -----

From: "Ray H." <raymondhal@hotmail.com>Halabi R Family.JPG (36312 bytes)
To: <shweir@shweir.com>
Sent: Monday, November 19, 2001 6:27 PM
Subject: my family
 
hi anwar, thank you for your attention to my  letters and i wold like to give you some information about our familly my mane raymond habib mekaiel halabi we are six prothers no sisters i sending you our picture since 1976 on the midel 1-jean in your left hand it's me 2-and 3-elie and 6-toni and 4-salim and 5-joseph i promes you to make the family tree as soon as posible because it's need a time best regards to all of you. 

 


 

Khayrallah on the upcoming marriage of their son Khaled to Jihane Manneh on September 20, 2001

 


Laval, Quebec, 

----- Original Message -----
From: Ghassan Zghaib
Sent: Monday, May 26, 2003 8:11 AM

Here are some photos of the family.  Thanks.
 

                

                


May 2001:   
Congratulations to Ghassan and Sizame Zghaib on the Birth of their third daughter Caroline... 

   

    

Zghaib Caroline G & Girls.JPG (42822 bytes)
01 Geo Anwar Alf Leb Map.JPG (61611 bytes)
01 Mughlee at Burge.JPG (55230 bytes)
Eating Mughlee w/ photo of  Al Burge 
 01 Mughlee 4 Caroline.JPG (30046 bytes) 
Mughlee Honoring  Caroline

the following is a copy from the Shweir Bulletin Board  

Author Topic:   A recipe for Mughli
hilda
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posted 05-23-2001 08:49 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for hilda      Reply w/Quote
Time to cook 11/2hours
Ingredients for 8 servings:
3 liters of water
200 grams powdered rice
2 cups sugar
50 grams caraway powder ( seeds finely crushed)
10 grams aniseed
20 grams powdered fennel
10 grams cinnamon
Bring water to a boil in a pot
dissolve the powdered rice in a small amount of water, then pour the mxture into the boiling water. Heat over medium heat stirring continuosly with a wooden spoon. Add the sugar and the spices and continue cooking and stirring until the mixture gets to stick to the wooden spoon. At that time remove from heat and pour into cups. Let it cool completely. Serve garnished with shredded coconut, pine seeds, almonds, pistachio nuts as well as walnuts. Bon Appetit!
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NB. All spices used in the mughli need to be in a powdered (very finely crushed) form!
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Ghassan Zghaib
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posted 05-24-2001 12:18 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for GhassanZghaib      Reply w/Quote
I don't think I'll need to lookup the recipe in the 'thick' book anymore.
Thanks 'chef'

 

Author Topic:   SHE'S HERE
Ghassan Zghaib
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posted 05-22-2001 10:21 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for GhassanZghaib      Reply w/Quote
Caroline is here.
She was born on the 20th of May at 6:32am.
She's a copy of her 2 sisters which look like twins with 5 years difference.
She's fine as well as my 'better half'. We had our 1st white night yesterday.

I have to say that '20' is my lucky number:
1. Diane was born on September 20th 1993
2. Marie was born on July 20th 1998.
3. Caroline was born on May 20th 2001.
4. I'm 20 for almost the last 20 years

A detailed post with pictures to follow...

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Congratulations! And best wishes for Caroline and the big sisters...It will all be special...

Take it all with a good sense of humor...It will all be so overwhelming otherwise.

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Elias Khonaisser
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posted 05-22-2001 10:36 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Elias Khonaisser      Reply w/Quote
congratulations!!!! and hamdillah 3al salameh to your wife.

Elias

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Klee
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posted 05-22-2001 10:43 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Klee      Reply w/Quote
Mabrukh. Congratulations Ghassan. Isn't this exciting; we've all been waiting. Yep, you've definitely lit up the board for May with this one! 20 out of 20 for letting us all feel we are there. Get the Mughly recipes out everyone.

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Ghassan Zghaib
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posted 05-22-2001 12:07 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for GhassanZghaib      Reply w/Quote
Saturday 19th, 11:00pm:
Sizame felt what she thought might be the start of the labor. The girls were 'ordered' to go to sleep in case something happens. I was given the instructions to stay awake and wait for the dryer to finish. I shouldn't have told her about the problem Hilda had with her dryer. Now you know I'm the one who has to do the sentinel every time the dryer is on (why do we MEN have to do all the work around?). I 'promptly' followed the instructions watching 'Saturday Night Life' having one ear dedicated to the show and the other one dedicated to the dryer.

Sunday 20th, 01:00 am:
Sizame woke up almost sure the labor started. I called the hospital and told them what was happening. They told me to wait and to come to the hospital only when the contractions (correct me if the word is not the proper word) hit the interval of 10 minutes for the whole hour. I followed their instructions 'promptly' and woke up the girls and prepared them immediatly for 'landing' at our friends. Diane got out of bed and asked 'Are we in some kind of movie?'. I replied: Yes, in the next couple of minutes I'll be the star in a racing movie, and you're mother will be the star on a 'Horror' movie.

Sunday 20th, 01:30 am:
I dropped the girls at our friends and started my race to the hospital. Don't get me wrong, I kept my nerves cool but I had to burn 165 red lights and 250 stop signs. One gets the death penalty for driving like that.

Sunday 20th, 01:50 am:
We got to the hospital. My ears were continuosly beeping. Do women really have to cry that loud every time a contraction shows up?

Sunday 20th, 01:53 am:
The nurses took over and started monitoring Sizame. I started monitoring the nurses. You have to live in Quebec and see how bad the current health system is.

Sunday 20th, 02:30 am:
The nurse asked us to walk for an hour in the hall to have the 'col' (help me out with this word too) open for more than 3 cm.

Sunday 20th, 03:30 am:
The nurse asked us to keep walking until the 'col' opens to 6 cm.

Sunday 20th, 05:30 am:
You guessed it, after 2 hours walk Sizame was connected to the monitor. I have to admit that at this time I could only think of a scene of 'the 3 stooges', the one where one of the stooges get shot several times and doesn't die. He gets a drink and you can see the water coming out of the holes. It wasn't hard for me to remember this, I only had to look at the nurse trying to put the needle on Sizame's hand. After punching 3 holes on her right hand, another nurse followed Sizame's instructions and put it on the left hand (where they use to put it whenever she delivers).

Sunday 20th, 06:15 am:
After begging 500 times for an 'epidural' I had to interfer like a true 'MAN' and give the orders to not allow Sizame to have the 'epidural'. Once again, don't get me wrong, I was just following Sizame's instructions given to me when she had control over her brain.

Sunday 20th, 06:25 am:
The doctor Georges Hannouch came in and Sizame was almost ready to pull everything outside.

Sunday 20th, 06:31 am:
Caroline's head showed up. The Dr noticed that the cord was twisted twice over her neck. He released the cord. This is where I was forced into the horror movie (like if I haven't already been watching one) and noticed that she was blue. My logic told me that so far everything was OK (I kept an eye on the monitor and the pulses seemed for me OK). I was assured by the Dr that everything was Ok and that the cord had enough length and it wasn't strangulating her. In a flash, I was begging God to make her cry. He answered me and I heard her cry (the loveliest cry one can ever hear).

Sunday 20th, 06:32 am:
Caroline was officially out into a new world. She was put on Sizame's chest and I saved one more eternal picture on the rusting hard disk in my head.

I'm still working on the sequel...
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Nabil E. Matar
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posted 05-22-2001 12:21 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Nabil E. Matar      Reply w/Quote
Mubrook Ya ghassan, best wishes to your wife and children.

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George Matar
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Walak Alf Mabrook Ya Ghassan and Seizame on the birth of Caroline.

Ya Ghassan you Just nailed the first delivery discription on shweir.com Well Done....
Horror Movie Ghassan? Not by a long shot! This is a happy ending buddy.

We all are so happy for the Zghaib Family

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Mabrouk to the Newborn and all the best to your family. Enjoy each moment in raising her and her sisters. El Hamdella 3ala el Salamé.

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Congratulations!!! Wishing her and all the family a happy life...  Waleed

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Ghassan & Sizame,  That is the best, entertaining, suspenseful, descriptive and educational delivery report that I read.

20 Congratulations
20 Mabrooks and
20 Ahlan be Caroline

Now your turn: 20 dishes... Mughlee or Aushta be Asal, your choice.

Waiting for the pictures.

Anwar
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ABBOUT
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posted 05-23-2001 01:01 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for ABBOUT      Reply w/Quote
Tanti Auguri signor Ghasan per la bimba e per lei e la sua moglie . Spero che che ti porteressi tanta felicita`.
Ti ragiungo io tra esattamente due mesi e la mia portera il nome di Gabriella moujaes
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Congrats!!
I love little babies!!
I hope you have ther best memories with this new born child and the sisters!!
Lama

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Ghassan Zghaib
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Thanks everybody for your kind support.

I have to tell that when I was 'covering' the event, the thought of how to have the big family (Shweir.com) share my feelings and my excitement kept running in my head. Lots of other thoughts ran through my head too:
1. What if something goes wrong?
2. What if the child has a problem?
3. What if my wife end up with a problem?
4. All kind of 'what if's'

I'm happy to have a 'United nations' family like 'Shweir.com'.

I also have the following to share:

When Sizame was pregnant with Diane, everything seemed for us to be like a happy dream, we were still in Lebanon waiting for the visas to Canada to be sent to us. Everything seemed happy and easy. We came to Canada and we had Diane, our first baby. God only knows how much we were excited and happy to have her. We used to wonder if we will ever be able to love our children to come as much as we love her. 5 years later, Sizame was pregnant and this is when life prooved to us that it doesn't only hold good and happy events for us. It prooved that we have our share of sad events: My wife had a miscarriage in her 4th month. Although the child was still an embryo, we felt like we lost a child. We felt guilty. We felt angry, we thought that the same mother nature who gave us our lovely Diane betrayed us. After looking around we realised that we weren't the only ones who been through events such as these. Some of our friends suffered a miscarriage too. Few months later, Sizame was pregnant again. On the 3rd month she felt the same symptoms she had before the miscarriage and this is when pregnancy became more a source of stress and fear instead of happiness for us. She took a break from her contract and we decided to give this pregnancy whatever it takes to succeed. Everyday going by was like a victory for us. Six months later, we had our precious Marie.
She is a copy of Diane, maybe God saw how much we love Diane and decided to give us another one. With Marie, we always wondered if we will ever be able to keep loving Diane the way we loved her before. Later we realised that no matter how much the children might look alike or different, every one has it's own equal share of love and care.
2 years later, Sizame was pregnant again (not that I'm a rabbit or I don't have a TV), it's just that we both wanted to have at least 3 children (we both agreed to cut the number from 4 to 3). This time, once again, on the 3rd month of pregnancy, Mother nature reminded us of how cruel it can be: we had another miscarriage. My wife almost lost her sanity (why me? why twice? what else?). I have to say my sanity doubled after all I was the only one who can help her out here. God knows home much I wished I was in her place. God also knows how fragile I felt not beeing able to comfort her enough. I'll never forget the hours we spent in the ER waiting for the Dr to do the curetage on Sizame. I was amazed by her courage when she insisted on having a 3rd baby after all she been through (no wonder she's my better half as George says). So, 9 months ago, Sizame was pregnant (maybe after all I must have been a rabbit in a previous life who accidently was reincarnated into a human beeing, I must confess that I like carrots a lot). Our fears started the day we knew Sizame was pregnant and to make things worst, Sizame had the same symptoms of the previous miscarriages. She took a break from her contract, I have to admit she has a nice boss, she always sleeps with him and she's ready to give birth to his (and her) children . You sure know the end of the story.

Before I get down of my soapbox, remember the following:
1. God is great.
2. Mother nature is 'sometimes' great.
3. If you're of the sort who argues or thinks that a boy is better than a girl or vice-versa then 'S-H-U-T-U-P'. A child is a child and what counts is a healthy child.
4. If you, MAN, think you're better than your wife, than why don't you trade places? But before you do this, I would suggest you watch a delivery.
5. If you, WOMAN, think you're better than your husband, remember that when you're down, he's the one who stands by you. I would suggest you try to forget he's the one who is the main culprit when you end up in a delivery room.

and more messages on the BB 

Author Topic:   She's here (The untold story).
Ghassan Zghaib
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Saturday 19th, 11 pm:
Sizame felt what she thought might be the start of the labor. The girls were beaten to go to sleep in case something happens (I always wanted boys because they're more docile, especially in a western contry, not to mention that they keep the family name going. Now I'm doomed, my family will be exterminated. How can I ever look my father in the eyes????) . I was given the instructions to stay awake and wait for the dryer to finish (Why do I ever have to do womens work even when they're pregnant? Just because they're pregnant doesn't mean that I have to become a maid, after all I do have a man's reputation). I 'promplty' followed the instructions opening a can of beer and watching 'Saturday Night Life'. The hell with the dryer.

Sunday 20th, 01:00 am:
Sizame woke up almost sure the labor started. I told her to go back to bed and stop hallucinating. She begged me to call the hospital so I did. They told me to wait and to come to the hospital in the next century. I followed their instructions 'promptly' and told my wife to forget about delivering in a hospital and asked her to call one of her female friends in order to give them a chance to became 'sage-femme'. She said '&%^%#$&^ you' and woke up the girls and prepared them immediatly for 'landing' at our friends. I asked if we can wait for 'Saturday Night Life' to finish, after all it only shows once a week, delivery can wait. She answered '&%^%#$&^ you'.

Sunday 20th, 01:30 am:
I dropped the girls at our friends and drived carefully to the hospital. I never exceed 30 km/hr. Just because my wife is delivering doesn't meen that I should get a ticket (I care a lot about my reputation, which happens to be a man's one). I even, for the 1st time in my Canadian life did a full stop at all 265 stop signs.

Sunday 20th, 01:50 am:
We got to the hospital. My ears were continuosly beeping. Do women really have to cry that loud every time a contraction shows up?

Sunday 20th, 01:53 am:
The nurse took over and started monitoring Sizame. I noticed that she looked nice. I asked her what she's doing next Saturday. She looked at me than looked at my suffering wife and than looked back at me. She replied (I'm commiting suicide). Beeing a man who cares a lot about his reputation I asked her again (What about next Friday?)

Sunday 20th, 02:30 am:
The nurse asked us to walk for an hour in the hall to have the 'col' open for more than 3 cm. Deep inside I cried 'Yes, I'm going to have my 1 hour sleep). I slept on the couch in the hall while my wife enjoyed the walk. She asked me if I can hold her. I answered 'No, someone has to be in shape if things go worst'. She answered back '&%^%#$&^ you'.

Sunday 20th, 03:30 am:
The nurse asked us to keep walking until the 'col' opens to 6 cm. I asked her again about next friday.

Sunday 20th, 05:30 am:
You guessed it, after 2 hours walk Sizame was connected to the monitor. I have to admit that at this time I could only think of a scene of 'the 3 stooges', the one were one of the stooges get shot several times and doesn't die. He gets a drink and you can see the water coming out of the holes. It wasn't hard for me to remember this, I only had to look at the nurse trying to put the needle on Sizame's hand. After punching 3 holes on her right hand I said 'way to go Nurse!!!, keep up the good work'.

Sunday 20th, 06:15 am:
After begging 500 times for an 'epidural' I had to interfer like a true 'man' and slammed my wife in the face. Once again, don't get me wrong, I was just following my man's instinct ( I do care about my man image).

Sunday 20th, 06:25 am:
The doctor came in and Sizame was almost ready to pull everything outside. I decided to play the nice guy and started breathing like I once sow in a movie. Then the following conversation started:
Her: &%^%#$&^ you PIG, did you really have to eat all that sheesh-taouk with all the onion???
Me: Why are you being so rude to me?
Her: Because I'm the one who has to suffer for all you did.
Me: Why are you saying this? Have you forgotten the nice 45 minutes we spent 9 months ago working to have this baby?
Her: 45 minutes??? 45 minutes??? Are you talking about the 3 minutes you spent to do the whole thing. If I'm not mistaken, I was still taking my clothes off when you were ready to smoke you're stinking cigarette.
Doctor: Don't worry madam, everything is gonna be OK.
Her: Why the &%^%# are you holding a chainsaw?
Doctor: I thought I might need it.
Me: Don't worry honey, he's doing a nice job.

Sunday 20th, 06:31 am:
Caroline's head showed up. The Dr was still trying to start the chainsaw. The nice Nurse took care of my wife and pulled the baby outside. At that moment I could only look at my wife and ask (Can we raise the minutes to 5? I do have a reputation and it happens to be a man's one?)

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The diary of a delivery suite nurse will be full of stories like that. One can only imagin the pain associated with labor and the respective consequences of that( usually in the form of loud interesting things uttered by the wife!)The fear of losing control in that way made me proud of my 2 C-sections, at least pain after the surgery can be controlled with medicine. The same kind of medicine that will not be allowed during labor. However, if I remember well from my nursing student experiences, it always seemed to be a wonder that any marriage can survive the delivery "scene"!

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Very funny, Ghassan. I can see that diaper fumes and lack of sleep are getting to you! Don't worry, these strange ideas will pass! I spent the first year sleeping when the baby did in order to cope, and my memory was affected by the lack of sleep; I thought I was becoming demented. And through exhaustion we ended up using disposable nappies (in spite of the great guilt everyone heaps on parents for doing that). It is a great blessing that this little girl has both of you to share the work. It's a 24-hour job right now but that will pass. Our thoughts are with you when you both feel exhausted; you are raising another treasured descendant of the village. We look forward to the next episode of 'The Never-Ending Story'!

 

 

 

 


Vancouver, Canada

Author Topic:   An Easter in The West Bank
Nabil E. Matar
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Hay guys,

As Arnold shwutsnager (excuse the spelling) I am back.. I think this Easter I beat you all. Let me start from the beginning. I had a chance to go in a business trip to Vancouver Canada. I was suppose to spend one week witnessing a job (I mean doing nothing), to my good luck the job didn't go well so I had to stay Friday, Saturday and Sunday waiting there because I didn't find a ticket to go back to Texas. Ghassan the weather was much warmer than your area; at least I didn't have to use the tweezers when I go to the bathroom (sorry girls). I knew that I have a dear friend and a classmate I haven't scene in more that 20 years lives there in a town called West bank. Can you Imagine, I have to spend my Easter in the West Bank, the place where the lord Jesus Christ lives,

How lucky it could get. The place was about 250 miles where I was. So I left Friday at around 11.30 AM. I wish I had the talent to describe to you the scenery. It was breath taking; High Mountains covered with snow and large Christmas trees, with Sharp cliffs and rivers. It was so beautiful. Any way, all the time my thought was how I am going to see and meat my friend Habib Sawaya and his lovely wife Afify (or what we use to call her in SSS Afishee). How they look like. How they are living. How many children the have. Could they be able to recognize me? Around 3 o'clock I got to the West Bank and I was not disappointed. It was really a very beautiful town; in fact I understand this place is a resort town. It was a town built on a lake surrounded by mountains; fruit fields specially grapes and many golf courses. I wish my friend Walid Samaha was with me, I know he would like that. You see Walid is a wine expert and likes to play golf. I got to the street where they live and I started looking for the address Habib gave me. Suddenly I saw a guy standing on a balcony waving his hands anxiously. Without thinking I opened the car window and scream Abou Al Hib and he answer back. Guys I will tell you what, suddenly the 39 years we were away from High school sound like it was yesterday. Then his wife Afify appeared with her beautiful smile. From their expression I knew I was welcome, they didn't have to say nothing. I don't have to explain to you how was the welcome, all I have to say it was a typical Shweiry welcome. From the excitement I didn't know how the evening went. We really have lots of catching on to do. Off course Afify had a wonderful meal prepared for us ( Ya Afify yeslamly 3aynic ma uhlaki). I was tired yet I didn't want the evening to end.

Next day Habib took me around to show me the town, we had a one hour walk near the lake then he took me to a golf course ( wiz 3aynac Walid Abou Ziad Jr. ) we had there couple of beers then at the evening we went to a nice place and have couple of beer but the best place was going back to Afify and Habibs Restaurant where we had an unforgiving evening, telling each other stories from the past. I wish you had heard our laughing, it was so hard I think we woke up the neighborhood. I wished the evening never end unfortunitly good things must end. Next day was Easter, so we had to do the tradition thing I mean; we had to have hard boil eggs for the mkasbeh. George this time I didn't eat all the eggs. I didn't pot them in my pockets, I just enjoy the moment and best of all I didn't get sick. After noon I headed back to Vancouver a happy man found a treasure in West Bank. A friendship that after all these years it still intact and unshaken.
So thank you Habib for being a dear friend and a great classmate and thank you Afify for your hospitality and your great cooking. These two days I spend with you I will never forget as long as I live. I am really a lucky man to have friends and classmates like that.
Finally for the SSS class of 1962, Happy Easter you all, I hope we will meet in Dhour Shweir this August.

And For all the Shweirieh, I wanted to wish you all 
Happy Easter WKIL EID DADAT WINTO BEKHAYIR

Nabil

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George Matar
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Did you take any Pictures to show your brother when we sit on the Cabin deck drinking beer and eat Bizir Laqteen?
I left you a bag for this weekend.

Next weekend I will take you for a walk around Crystal(not)Beach's swamps and I'll Buy you a "Buck Horn" beer at the Golf Course. Then Take you to "Steve's Landing" for a shrimp PoBoy and a Miller Lite. As for the snow, well there is a new "Snow Cone" parlor openning next to the "One Stop Video" Walak Ya Nabil Ma tikrum Hal Aintayn the snow cone ON ME.
Keefnee Ma3ak?

Welcome back Naboula.

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wow great story you really enjoyed yourself, good for you.
i hope you took pictures to share with us.

Elias

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hilda
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Welcome back Nabil, I think this must have been the best business trip you ever had to make. Wish we were there, just to take the pictures!

 

Yes Nabil took pictures,
Here are a select few. 

Yes, that handsome 
man at right is no 
other than Nabil  

Nabil Habib Vancouver Paddle boat.JPG (9803 bytes)
Nabil, Habib &
Paddle Boat
Habib & Afifi dinner.JPG (14116 bytes)
Habib & Afify
Habib & Nabil lawn.JPG (10786 bytes)
Nabil & Habib
Nabil & Habib Dinner.JPG (12247 bytes) NM Vancouver Beach.JPG (10517 bytes)
Vancouver Beach
NM View in Vancouver.JPG (18759 bytes)
Vancouver Vista

 

Quebec: 

 Name:Walid and Saera Khayrallah
Location: Montreal, Quebec Canada
Date: Thursday, August 17, 2000 at 10:12:27
Comments:  We are Walid Anis Khayrallah and Saera John Yacoub. We have come to Canada in 1973 where Walid completed his Ph.D in Plant breeding and genetics, and Saera has become the first woman entreprneur to make fantastic Lebanese Baklawa and pastries. Walid works as a part time consultant in agro-industrial development and Saera in pastry making and distribution. The name of the business is Noisettine Pastry and the products are distributed in many eastern sea-board states under the same name. We recently made a web site to test the market for e-commerce. Please feel free to visit at www.web-pastries.com. We are geared to ship all over Canada and the US. 
Visit our eCommerce page to see more about Walid and Saera  Khayrallah .


Name: Ghassan Zghaib
Location: Laval, Quebec Canada
Date: Tuesday, August 29, 2000 at 12:00:23
Comments:  Hi, I'm the son of Naim Zghaib and Noha Touma Sawaya. I was born in Brazil (Curitiba) and lived there for 11 years. My parents went back to Lebanon in 1972 where I stayed until 1993. I left Lebanon in 1993 with my wife Sizame Youssef. We live in Quebec (Laval). We have two lovely daughters, Diane (7) and Marie (2). One of the nicest things that ever happened to me in ghourbeh is to be able to hear from people who grew up and lived in the village I'm proud to be from, thanks to the people who came up with the idea of shweir.com. My wife and I are IT consultants. We started our business (GSD Informatique Inc) in 1997. We provide our services for companies like Canadian National Railways and SNC Lavalin. I will be pleased to serve shweir.com, just let me know.  


Edmonton:  

Name: Salim Jamil Khonaisser
Location: Edmonton, Alberta Canada
Date: Monday, July 17, 2000 at 21:04:56
Comments:  Hi there everyone, my name is Salim Jamil Khonaisser, I am thirty two years old, and the son of Jamil and Leila Khonaisser, we are from Dhour but have been living in Canada for 29 years now, I have one brother (Assaad Jamil) and two sisters ( Samar & Lisa) all living here in Canada. My father and I visited Lebanon three years ago and what a thrill it was. We both participated int the Eid Al Mughtaribeen with the Sayf Wa Tirs dance and of course the fighting part too. It was such a great time for me especially to be a part of the festival as my father was before moving to Canada. I will be sending some photos of the Sayf Wa Tirs to Anwar Keneser in the near future to be posted on this site. Since it is part of our Heritage in Dhour El Shweir, lets keep it alive.  
See more about   Jamil Eid Khonaisser  on the Saif oo Terse web page.