Birds eye view of Dhour Shweir & surroundings,
Courtesy of Google Earth
For those of you who could not
visit Shweir this summer of 2006,
We bring more pictures from the summer and Emigrant Festival of 2005
There are so many wonderful people that we had privilege to
meet and re-acquaint with, Wish we had more time
and resources to feature and acknowledge each and every one of you/them.
Click on thumbnails below to enlarge...
For those of you who could not
visit Shweir this summer of 2006,
how about a walk in Ghwab with your guides Dr. &
Mrs. Jaber Sawaya...
The many views of
Shweir along that walk.
Thank you for an
unforgettable walk.
Author
Topic: Snow,
snow, snow…
Samar Kiame
Member
Member # 227
posted
02-16-2006 11:39 PM
When you wake up in the
morning, warm in your bed, you wish to stay under the cover
hiding from cold… outside the wind blows and the thunder
roars…
The sky is shouting strongly, with all its force, angry for
something people are doing, wanting to punish by frightening
them… are the mountains breaking…
Then you get up to open the curtains…
White clouds pass by the summit of the mountain tickling the
pine trees then descend to the valleys making all the view
white for moments giving you a feeling of being in another
world, in a empty space then the wind pushes them away…
How wonderful and magnificent landscape of white dress
covering everything…
Mountains and valleys, trees and ground, houses, cars,
streets, squares… everything in new design…
God made a new touch of beautiful art on earth, entering
peace to the heart…
And the wind sways the trees branches in the wood, as if it
was walking on its tops and curving them all together by
turn, one after the other, as if dancing on a slow motion…
Who is the happiest in this world with snow?
Of course children who prayed for God to make more snow fall
, and this time God listened to their prayers…
The school buses turned back and the students shouted jolly:
“no exams for today”
Men and women took the equipments and went outside to take
off the snow in front of their houses and the cars…
On the street, tires of cars turn in place, with no capacity
to overcome the steepness of the hill, others stuck here and
there, others with some pushes tried to pass their way…
Brrr… when the snow enters to your neck and the water wets
your feet; nothing is better than sitting near the heat…and
watching from window the snow falling silently…
Unfortunately, no reservoirs or lakes, or any plan to keep
water for the hot days…
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The Anwars of Shweir... Anwar Sawaya, Anwar Touma Sawaya, Anwar Shaya
Kenicer & Anwar Bassam Abdel Ahad.
Would you trust one of these Anwars to cut your hair... OOKkaaay,
Whoose NEXT!
From: Samar Kiameh
Friday, December 09, 2005 12:34:31 AM
hi Anwar,
i am sending you the pcitures about st. Berbara's piece little by little and
to make the thing easy on you, i've divided them into groups so you know
wich one are the first until the end of the piece of the theatre
ok, here is the plan:
1st folder or e-mail: kawalees or behind the curtains
2nd folder: the beginning
3rd: the mariage
4th: punishment
5th:miracles
6th:victory
7th: congratulations
8th:wheat's halloween
i am going to send the report to the BB
Hope you are not very busy to update them, because
people will be upset with me if we don't send them as soon as it is
possible. they are excited for this event.
Samar
Educating thru
Re-Enactment
Behind the
Curtains
At the Beginning
The Marriage
Discovery &
Punishment
The Miracle
Victory
Congratulations
The Audience &
Sharing of Saint
Barbara's Holy Wheat
Thanks to all who made this a Great
success... the main characters are pictured below and who helped behind
the scenes...
Thank you Samar for taking the pictures, editing and sending them.
Samar did her best to send the pictures right away, on Dec 9th, 2005;
however due to some technical and time challenges on Webmaster's part,
yours truly. We are experiencing some growing pains. I did
not get to see the pictures until three hours ago, Dec 19. And I
thought, my God, how could I have waited this long to post these
beautiful pixs. My apologies. Congrats and best wishes to
all, Anwar
Author
Topic: St.
Barbara at el-Moukhalles church - Dhour
Samar Kiame
Member
Member # 227
posted
12-09-2005 03:35 AM
ضهور
الشوير التي تغفو كالأميرة النائمة أثناء فصل الشتاء منتظرة أن
يقبـّل الصيف شفتاها لتعود الحياة إليها، صحت باكرا ً هذه السنة
على وقع أقدام القديسة بربارة التي"هشلت" من ظلم أبيها واستبداد
الحاكم الوثني ووصلت مساء السبت والأحد إلى كنيسة المخلص في الضهور
حيث تنفـّست شبابا ً وجمالا ً، تطرح الكثير من الأسئلة وتبحث عن
حقيقة نمت في عقلها وقلبها لم تلق لها جوابا ً عندالآلهة المتعددة
التي كان يعبدها الناس في تلك الأيام... وكانت دوما ً تشكي همها
لمربيتها "ليديا" التي كانت بالنسبة لها الأم التي لم ترها يوما ً
والصديقة المقربة تحكي لها عن شجون نفسها... وبزلّة لسان عن إله
تعمل بحسب مشيئته، لا يُرى ولا يُلمس، اكتشفت انتماء مربيتها إلى
الديانة المسيحية، هؤلاء المسيحيون الذين عمد والدها دوما ً إلى
تحذيرها منهم... فيا للقدر شاء أن تكون أقرب الناس إليها منهم،
فتطلب منها أن تعرّفها على إلهها، لتتدبر دخول الرسول "فالنتينوس"
كمدرس للفلسفة فعشقت المسيح وتعمدت ونذرت بتوليتها له عاصية بذلك
إرادة أبيها وأوامره ولتبدأ بذلك رحلة الصراع والعذاب والتمرد على
درب الشهادة من أجل المسيح....
سيرة القديسة بربارة هذه التي استعاد الناس ذكراها بمسرحية أعطت
العيد معناه الحقيقي، لعب الممثلون أدوارها ببراعة تامة تفجرت من
خلالها المواهب المخبأة لدى أهل ما سعوا يوما ً لدراسة التمثيل أو
إتقانه ولا خطر في بالهم للحظة أنهم قد يقفون على خشبة مسرح
ويبرعوا...
فتألقت في دور البطولة "هنادي عبد الأحد" التي جعلت صوتها وجسدها
هيكلا حيا ً للقديسة بربارة فصرخت الرفض والتمرد والعصيان وجعلت
صوتها يصدح ألما ً وثورةً ، فرددت حجارة الكنيسة صرخاتها محركة
المشاعر وجاذبة القلوب، مثلت الضعف والقوة، والإنكسار والإنتصار.
أما "لما صوايا" بدور المربية ليديا فبرعت بسلاستها في التمثيل
وبعض الحركات المضحكة بكسر حدة وغضب الوالد وتأدية دور الأم.
أما "حليم صوايا" الذي لعب دور الضابط الروماني الموالي للحاكم
ينفذ أوامر التعذيب وأحكام الإعدام بالمسيحيين رأى نور المسيح الذي
ظهر على بربارة في السجن ليشفي جروحاتها، فتاب وطلب من بربارة أن
تعمده قبل أن يساعدها على التنكر بإلباسها ثيابه العسكرية الرسمية
والهروب من السجن ثم "الهشول" بين العالم، مما أدى إلى غضب الحاكم
فاستشهد بقطع الرأس.
كما برز "فؤاد صوايا" بدور الأب الغاضب من تصرفات ابنته الذي وصل
به الأمر إلى حد تسليمهاإلى الحاكم ورميها في السجن وتعذيبها ولدى
هروبها لحق بها وقطع رأسها مما أدى إلى استشهادها ثم وفاته بغضب
إلهي.
أما "سبع بعقليني" الذي صرح في مقابلة معه إلى أنه لم يفكر يوما ً
في التمثيل وهو يعمل في مجال مختلف تماما عن المسرح، هو فرح بإعجاب
الجمهور لأدائه الدورين اللذين مثلهما بنجاح باهر وهما "الكاهن
غايوس" الوثني الذي كان سيزوج بربارة بعريس والدها و"الحاكم
مركيانس" المستبد والطاغي.
و"جورج عربيد" فلعب دور الرسول"فالنتينس"الذي أرسله المبشر "أوريجنس"
والذي أداه "جابر عربيد"، وقد استطاع الدخول إلى القصر وإعطاء
الدروس لبربارة بحجة أنه مدرس الفلسفة، وإعطاء بربارة القوة أثناء
وجودها في السجن، وقد برز هذين الممثلين بدوريهما من خلال
إطلالتهما وتأدية دوريهما باحتراف.
أما "ساري بو نخلة" فقد لعب دورا ً ثانويا ً هادئا ً ألا وهو "غولياس"
الشاب الذي أراد والد بربارة تزويجها إياه فظهر لمرة واحدة على
المسرح أثناء مراسم الزفاف وعبادة أحد الأوثان، إلا أن حضوره على
المسرح كان لافتا ً.
الحضور والديكور
اجتمع الديكور الذي امتاز بتماثيل ترمز إلى العبادة الوثنية وبضعة
كنبات لها طابع ملوكي إلى جانب الإضاءة المتعددة الألوان في مختلف
الزوايا وهي بأغلبيتها دافئة ليلعبوا دورا ً فاعلا ً في المسرحية
كما كان للإنارة دورا ً فاصلا ً بين المشاهد إذ كانت تُطفأ وتُضاء
بين مشهد وآخر.
أما الثياب فتعود بنا إلى أيام الحكم الروماني وكانت تبرز كل شخصية
بحسب مكانتها ودورها في المسرحية.
ولا بد من الإشارة أيضا ً إلى المؤثرات الصوتية التي لعبت على
مشاعر الناس فكانت أحيانا ً حزينة وأحيانا ً أخرى ثائرة وفي كل
الأحيان مؤثرة وكان لها دورها الفاعل في التأثير بالناس جعلت البعض
منهم يدمع في لحظات التعذيب والألم والصراخ.
أما السلاسة في اللغة المستعملة في القصة، حيث عمد الأب إيلي خنيصر
كاتب ومخرج المسرحية والذي كان متواجدا ً طوال الوقت على هندسة
الصوت، عمد إلى استعمال ألفاظ من حياتنا اليومية جعلت الناس يشعرون
أن المسائل التي يطرحها النص قريبة من واقعهم وبيئتهم لا بل تعيش
في بيوتهم.
والملفت في المسرحية كان تفاعل الجمهور الذي غصت به الكنيسة لا بل
فاضت عنهم ما حرم البعض من الدخول في يومَي، فقد كان هناك تفاعل
وثيق ومباشر بين الناس والممثلين جعل البعض منهم لشدة اندماجهم
يتكلمون مع الممثلين أثناء تأدية أدوارهم، وإن دخول الممثلين
وخروجهم بين الناس جعلهم يكونون جزء لا يتجزء من القصة، وقد بان
ذلك واضحا ً أثناء الزفاف عندما طلب الوالد من بربارة أن تسجد أمام
التمثال وألا تثير فضيحة أمام الشعب وقد دل بيده على الحضور.
قصة حياة القديسة الشهيدة بربارة، قصة صارخة بامتياز، بحكم كونها
تتضمن تمردا ً وانقلابا ً وصراعا ً ورفضا ً وثورة ً وعصيانا ً،
تنادي كل مؤمن إلى التأمل بزمن الإضطهاد الذي عاشه المسيحيون أثناء
انتشار ديانتهم، وعنادهم وصمودهم في وجه أشكال التعذيب التي كانوا
يواجهونها زمن الإستبداد والطغيان.
كل ما عمد هؤلاء الشبان والشابات إلى القيام به هو إعطاء الكثير من
وقتهم للتدريب وتقديم تضحيات على حساب جامعاتهم ودروسهم وحتى
أعمالهم، أرادوا أولا ً وفي حديث أجريناه مع كل منهم على انفراد أن
يقدموا شيئا ً لضيعتهم وثانيا ً أن يمدوا يد العون للأب خنيصر
فجسدوا قصة القديسة بربارة بعمل من شأنه أن يجمع الناس ويخبرهم
بطريقة حية مسيرتها على طريق الشهادة فكانوا جسرا ً اختصر الزمن
تعبره سيرة مسيحيين عاشوا الإضطهاد والإستشهاد إلى مسيحيين جلسوا
أمام مسرح يتفرجون على الإضطهاد والإستشهاد.
وقد كان على رأس الحضور في اليوم الأول رئيس بلدية ضهور الشوير
وعين السنديانة- الدكتور نبيل غصن، أما في اليوم الثاني فقد حضر
عدد من الإخوة والأخوات من الرهبنة الباسيلية الشويرية- الخنشارة.
وفي حديث أجريناه مع كاتب ومخرج المسرحية الأب إيلي خنيصر شكر فيه
كل من ساهم في إنجاح هذا العمل أشاد بدور الممثلين وكل الذين مدوا
له يد العون وراء الكواليس من فريد الصباغ الذي حضر معهم على
التدريبات ثم نصحهم بالتوقف ولكن عندما شاهد نجاح العمل أمام الناس
قال له: "يوجد معكم ملائكة تساعدكم".
وجيني صوايا التي استلمت الكواليس، وماري- روزخياطة التي جلبت
معدات من مدرسة الراهبات في الشوير وعملت على الكمبيوتر، ونايلة
صوايا التي اهتمت بالديكور وغيره، ومعمل مجاعص لخياطة الألبسة،
والبلدية لتقديم المسرح، والسيدات لولو خنيصر وحياة صوايا وغلادس
أبو صعب لتقديم القمح عند انتهاء المسرحية والذي هو رمز لهروب
بربارة إلى حقول القمح.
وهو يعد بمشاريع مستقبلية كثيرة "كخيانة يهوذا"،و"رتبة العشاء
السري"، و"غسل السيدة" وغيرها...
كما صرح بأنه طلب من لجنة عيد المغتربين أن تخصص له نهارا ً من
المهرجان من أجل أن يقدموه لمريم العذراء بمسرح ضخم جدا ً وهو
سيعمل من أجل إعادة إخراج قصة القديسة بربارة من جديد على أمل أن
يأتي تلفزيون "تلي لوميار" ويصورعلى أن يتضمن العمل لوحات راقصة
وغيرها وهو يعد بصيفية مليئة بالنشاطات.
وبحسب قوله فإن أصداء الأعمال التي تقام في الشوير وصلت إلى أماكن
بعيدة على أن يشكل نواة من حوله تساعده في أعماله كما يهمه أن تكون
ضهور الشوير إشعاعا ً روحيا ً للخارج فيقصدها الناس من بعيد لرؤية
الأعمال التي تجري فيها فيعترف بحبه لضيعته كونه إبنها وسوف يعمد
إلى إنهاضها كأي شخص لديه نفس الهدف والمحبة تجاه ضيعته فيدعو إلى
تكاتف الجميع دون تمييز من أجل النهوض بها.
وأعرب عن رضاه عن هذا العمل الذي أنجزوه فقد شبهه بمخاض المرأة
الحامل التي تتألم قبل الولادة ولكن عندما ترى طفلها تنسى كل شيء
وتفرح.
posted
12-03-2005 06:54 AM
Princesses, clowns, dolls,
brides, fairies, dancers, singers, cartoon personalities, scared
faces, aged visages… that is how the children wear and hide
their innocent faces in the Masque called by the young Scouts in
Shweir who gathered the children with love in SSCC (Soeur Saint
Coeur Choueir) school’s theatre, where they was happy to dress
their preferred personalities and dance, made sketches, sang,
and compete in front of the jury.
An at the end, the decision was hard to choose the best three
masked from all the participants whom each one of them was
special in his own costume.
posted
12-03-2005 07:58 AM
Ya Samar you brought back
some wonderful memories.
I wonder if the kids in Shweir still go out on the eve of St.
Barbara's feast like we used to do. 3eed el Birbara was so much
fun!
Kids here in Beaumont still do something similar--similar
because it does not have the religious connotation that is the
basis of our 3eed in Lebanon. Holloween in the west began from a
different tradition--wiches warlocks etc , but the kids
have as much fun.
Cathy and I every year look forward to seeing the young kids of
the neighborhood knocking at the door and we always have some
wonderful treets to give them.
This year sadly was an exception. Halloween came right after the
hurricane, and the street lights throughout the city were out.
We were so disappointed--we did not have one caller!
This is killing me because I am a chocolate freek. I have a
cubbord full of all sorts of candy and am doing my best to eat
the whole thing by myself before the first of the year which is
a challenge (Never mind cholesterall, triglicerides and
all the wondeful things that one gets when one gets old.
Those were the days ya 3ammo. Happy 3eed el Birbara to you ya
Samar and to your family. And if you see 3ammo Khalil Mir3i ask
him if he remembers what he and I did one 3eed eo Birbara about
a hundred years ago .
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12-06-2005 05:22 AM
Dear 3ammo Habeeb,
The kids in Shweir still go out on the evening of St. Barbara's
feast but I don’t know if they used the way you used a hundred
years ago.
Actually, my grand-mo “Joséphine” is very exaggerate from
herself because she couldn’t get up anymore and make the “atayef
bi ashta and jawz” and the “sambousik” and “ma3kroon” and make
wheat, you have to imagine what was our mission of my mother and
I to make her taste the 3eed in time when people these days
bought it already cooked.
Grand-mo told me that before, life was warmer when people used
to help each others, men in constructing houses and women in
working at home, where they used to cook in group and made
different kind of delicious food, we, her grand-children don’t
know its taste.
And she said; at Berbara’s feast, people used to go in groups,
hiding very well their faces and wearing tear and old clothes
very differently from these days in which costumes are already
made and sell at markets. And it was a shame if someone shows
his face; they don’t accept that, otherwise people will look at
him as if he did something wrong.
And, they didn’t use to take money as kids these days do, but
they used to take from each house a kind of food as meal and
“dibbes” and “jawz” and “lawz” and “zbeeb” and “teen matboo3”…
then all get together in a house and made the “atayef” together
and make fire inside the house in a “kenoon” where they put
“fa7em” and spend the night eating and drinking and laughing and
singing… “Food was very delicious, it was different. People
changed: said grand-mo”.
And they used to sing: - “heshle birbara ma3 banat el 7ara,
3rifta min eedayha w min laftet 3inayha w min hak el iswara”
Or –“irbene faw’ irbene sahibt el bayt hirbene”
Or-“ arghileh faw’ arghileh sahibt el bayt zanghileh”
Or –“ blata faw’ blata sahibt el bayt shifata”….
And she continued: “when a group meets another group a kind of
fight happen between them, they snatch each others and take
their “ghalleh” then went victoriously to spend the night on
what they got”
And when she got married to my grand-father in Ain el Sindyeneh
she said: “in Ain el Sindyeneh people used to spend St.
Berbara’s feast in the house of the poet Mikhael Jabbour where
they took their food from “atayef………” and go to spend the night
with him”
And she laughed lots while telling me how women used to threw in
the air the shoes that people keep outside the house before they
enter, and laugh lots seeing each one running and looking after
his shoes”
Dear 3ammo Habeeb, if this is the way you used to live 3eed el
Berbara, let me tell you “niyyelkon”.
Anyway, I’ll see 3ammo Khalil and ask him more.
But this year, the 3eed was different too, a piece of theatre
happens in al Mukhalles church, pictures and a report will be
very soon delivered ...
3ammo Habeeb, I am very happy doing this conversation with you.
I wish you spend a better 3eed Berbara the next year and God
keep you safe from hurricane. Here, we are used to spend nights
without electricity and live different kind of hurricanes.
I know how much sometimes we can’t resist when we have a
cupboard full of all sorts of candy, and I wish I am there to
help you eating it especially chocolate, but I wish too that you
think about Cathy and I how much we'll be sad if something
happen to you if you eat lots of it.
I’ll try to give you a solution, I am not sure it will work but
you have to try: when you see the candy, close your eyes and
drive yourself away. But I am sure that you’ll come back and
say: “I’ll eat one more only” and after while you’ll come back
to eat one more…, so I’ll ask you to remember me with every
piece of chocolate you eat…
My father sends you his regards
How is and where is 3ammo Nabil, laysh mish 3am bee bayyen?
As usual you drew a vivid folkloric picture of how things used
to be. What your grandma told you maybe was 110 years ago while
what we did was only a hundred
My biggest memory of the 3eed was not what we wore or what we
received, but of the comradery. Wid did go out as a group--the
boys with the boys and the girls with the girls. We thought it
was fun to scare the hell out of the girls and their job was to
squeel (mostly contrived sqeels I guess this was part of
the growing up ritual and it was so wonderful!
The costumes that we had were all made by us and the treats were
all home made. This is not the case anylonger either in Lebanon
or herer in Texas. In the past few year here there were several
cases of some sick people who gave the children contaminated or
poisoned candy which put a damper on the holiday.
Also there are some grinches, who had nothing better to do, came
up with the idea that this holiday was sacriligious because its
orgin in the west possibly might have come from midieval witch
practices so there has been an effort to stop it--how dumb!
Anyway, some churches have decided for the safety of the
children to have church overnight parties instead. As for my
neighborhood, I am hoping that things go back to normal next
year. I just love to see these beautiful little children with
their big eyes growing up in front of us--some of them are
already in college or beyond now. Maybe one day they will bring
their own babies out to trick and treat.
Let me tell you a small anecdote that happened here. My
sister-in-law Molly (my wife's sister) few years back moved to
her new house in our neighborhood. It is at the entrance of the
sibdivision. Molly is a great cook and her deserts are so good.
So for that halloween she decided to bake some cup cakes and
spent hours decorating them. That evening she set a table in
front of her front door and decorated with all kinds of things,
and set two huge trays of the cupcakes on it.
When the first door bell rang that evening she opened it and
found out that some one stole the whole thing table and all! Now
she, like the rest of us just gives out store bought candy. So
you see ya ammoura, things, very sadly, have changed here also.
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Nadia P. Benab
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Member # 179
posted
12-06-2005 08:32 AM
Samar, Wow......you have no
idea how much I treasure your
writings. Although my dear Mother passed away in 1999, for the
many years that she lived with me, she told me the wonderful
stories of her childhood in Shweir. Because of you, I really can
understand what she had in her heart while she
shared her memories with me.
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Welcome to Spring... Thanks to Najib Rahbani for sending these
pictures
Buildings vacated by the Syrian Army
Latest pixs
rec'd on
March 21, 2005
Thank you Samar for sharing these important developments with
Shweirieh in Shweir & bil Mahjar.
Al Kassouf Hotel
Is your building
among these?
Lets make the best of a fresh new start...
Author
Topic: At the
Kassouf Hotel
Samar Kiame
Member
Member # 227
posted 03-16-2005
09:30 AM
They left taking with them 30
years of emigration, injustice, tears, fear, poverty, intelligence
service…
I took my camera and went to the Kassouf hotel,
I went up the long stairs of the hotel with fear,
Hesitate and impulse at the same time;
I said I will not leave before I see what these great walls hide
behind; walls joined the thief and the dictator and were shelter for
the outlaw.
I will enter take pictures and leave quickly.
Ever I thought I will enter to the Kassouf hotel.
This hotel that every time I pass in front off, I see it standing with
greatness and arrogance.
The building shows a lost greatness.
I entered. My heart broke.
The walls, the windows, the doors, the stairs… shouted in my ears:
“please, help me; take me out from this misery”.
I stood in the middle and looked around. What would I say?
Big happiness and deep sadness.
Freedom from a suffering past, and a future full of concerns and
responsibilities.
So I laughed and laughed and laughed…
Then I through my stuff on the ground and kneeled broken, “oh God,
God, why?”
After an instant, the sun touched my face tenderly with fresh breeze
attract me to go out from the back to a landscape no words may describe
it.
A yellow and red sunset and freshen breeze.
Is it the creator marvelous?!!
I felt freedom entering my chest, and for the first time chained me.
I stood as a miniature between the long pine trees looking to the
marvelous landscape.
The birds were twittering all the time.
What a beauty?!!
Everything attracts me to this place not wanting to leave it.
And I looked again to the design of the building on the edge of
effacing.
It called me again: “help me”.
Tears in my eyes, I wish if it can hear me saying: “how you want me to
help you, and your citizens are arrogant, don’t accept to take a
shovel, a garden fork, a rake, a hammer… and work hardly to maintain
you.
Your citizens are ready to hit visitors by your stones but not ready to
build you by your stones for your advance.
And you, you were built to receive visitors.
Your citizens are ready to travel and work in the stations and the
kitchen restaurants… in the entire world, but not ready to work for
you.
Even when the spaces separated them, they continued fighting. And all
what they need is to be gathered at your square and give them guns.
So they will fight again and again and again…
As if you did not suffered enough…”
I stood surrounded by the scent of pine, everything attract me to this
place,
I closed my eyes for a moment, then run away…
-Sometimes we forget that we are the problem, not the others-
That is inspiring ya Samar. I
can't wait to visit this summer.
Since you opened the Kassouf subject, I would like someone from the
baladieh to update us on the legal situation between Dhour Shweir and
Ka3kour. Is the Kassouf for Dhour or for the Ka3kour????
I posted this question many time before. So, now I really hope to hear
an answer.
Waleed some people here say that
it became for the kaakour.
i am not sure.
but i think it is true.
i wish i could have something to be sure from the subject.
i will do my best.
Thank you Samar on this lovely
update. The Kasouf always was and still on our minds.
Hey, how about fixing the Kasouf halls before Eid al Mughtaribeen, and
hold some events in it? Wouldn't that be great... Maybe even Miss
Emigrants Pageant. Using the Fasad as a backdrop could portrays a
powerful image / message.
Belong to the Qa3kour? maybe the area needs redistricting
From:
Silva Awad Bou-Zeid [mailto:sawad@secor-mea.com] Sent: Wednesday, February 23,
2005 9:34 AM Subject: February 2005: storm at
Dhour El Shweir Importance: High
Some
pictures taken at Shweir during the storm that hit Lebanon this February. It was
really a powerful winter storm; major highways were blocked by snow. Many
schools were forced to close and kept too many students away from classes.
Silva Awad Bou-Zeid
Thank you Silva *** Please thank Vanessa for posing for us
with each season
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Thanks Najib Rahbani
Pictures taken by
Tony Moujaes on his trip to Shweir in October 2004
Aa3-hdeer
al Bousta...
Oh, Nostalgia, old customs, traditions, the art of masonry
buildings, coble stones...
Thank You Tony Moujaes for these
Fantastic Pictures.
Tony, these great pictures deserve a report. :)
Will be happy to post it when you send it.
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The Anwars of Shweir... Anwar Sawaya, Anwar Touma Sawaya, Anwar Shaya
Kenicer & Anwar Bassam Abdel Ahad.
posted
02-16-2006 11:39 PM 
