Patriotisme

Jane7

New Member
What a story!!

"J'étais en voiture, sur le chemin du retour depuis New York pour Montréal, oû j'habite depuis maintenant plus de 20 ans.
Au poste frontière, je remettais mon passeport à la préposée à la douane, et lorsqu'elle lut: "LIEU DE NAISSANCE: LIBAN", elle me demanda:
- Comment va le Liban?
- Ca peut aller, lui répondis-je. Tout ce que l'on souhaite, c'est que ça continue à aller autant bien que mal...
- Depuis combien de temps vivez-vous au Canada?
- Je viens de boucler ma 20ème année.
- Et quelle est la dernière fois ou vous êtes retourné au Liban?
- C'était il y a deux ans.

Elle me fixa en souriant et me dit:
- Lequel des deux aimez-vous le plus, le Liban ou le Canada?
- La différence que je fais entre le Liban et le Canada, est exactement celle que je fais entre ma mère et mon épouse. Mon épouse, je l'ai choisie, je suis tombé sous son charme, je l'aime, j'en suis amoureux, mais elle ne peut en aucun cas me faire oublier ma mère.
Je n'ai pas choisi ma mère, mais je sais que je lui appartiens. Je ne me sens bien que dans ses bras; je ne pleure que sur son épaule.

Elle referma mon passeport, me fixa avec étonnement, puis me dit:
- On entend souvent dire que la vie est très difficile au Liban. Comment pouvez-vous aimer autant ce pays?
- Vous voulez dire "ma mère"?

Elle sourit et dit: supposons-le.

- Ma mère est peut-être pauvre; elle n'a pas de quoi me payer mes soins, encore moins les honoraires du médecin, mais la tendresse de son giron quand elle m'étreint, et la chaleur de son cœur lorsque je suis dans ses bras, suffisent à me guérir.

-Décrivez-moi le Liban.
- Il n'a pas la beauté blonde, mais la vue de son visage vous apaise. Il n'a pas les yeux bleus, mais sa vue vous met en sécurité. Ses vêtements sont simples, mais il porte dans ses plis bonté et miséricorde...
Il ne se pare pas d'or et d'argent, mais il porte à son cou un collier d'épis de blé, dont il nourrit tout affamé. Les brigands l'ont spolié, mais il continue de sourire.

Elle me remit mon passeport et dit:
- Je connais le Liban à travers les écrans de la télé, mais je n'y trouve rien de ce que vous m'avez décrit.
- Vous avez vu le Liban des cartes géographiques. Quant à moi, je parle du Liban enfoui dans mes entrailles.
- Je souhaite que votre fidélité pour le Canada égale celle que vous ressentez pour le Liban... Je veux dire votre fidélité à l'épouse autant qu'à la mère.
- Entre le Canada et moi, existe un contrat auquel je dois fidélité, et je ne suis pas de ceux qui ne respectent pas leur contrat. Et je souhaiterais que vous sachiez que cette fidélité, c'est ma mère qui me l'a enseignée..."

Im nt really a Patriotic , but i really liked this story :takdir:
 

Jane7

New Member
Any English version for us ignorants out there :(

I was driving on the way back from New York to Montreal where I have lived for over 20 years.
At the border I was giving my passeport to the clerck at the customs , when she read : Country of Birth : Lebanon , and asked me :

- How is Lebanon doing ?
- As well as it possibly can , i said , All that we wish for is that it remains that way
- How long have you been living in Canada ?
- It’s been 20 years already
- And When did you last visit Lebanon ?
- 2 years ago

She looked at me , smiled and said :

- Which one to you love more , Lebanon or Canada ?
- The difference betwenn Lebanon and Canada to me is the same difference between my mother and my wife. I chose my wife , I fell for her charms , I love her , im in love with her , but she can’t make me forget my mother .
I did not choose my mother , but I know that I belong to her . Im comforted by her embrace , and I only cry on her shoulders

She closed my passport , looked at me in amazement and said :

- We often hear that life is very difficult in Lebanon. How can you love such a country ?
- My mother , you mean ?

She smiled and said : Let’s assume so

- My mother might be poor , she can’t afford to pay my expenses , none the less my medical bills , but the tenderness of her hug and the warmth of her love , are enough to cure me.

- Describe Lebananon to me , she said
- Lebanon doesn’t have the beauty of the blonde , but the sight of his face soothes you. He doesn’t have blue eyes but his sight makes you feel secure . His clothes are simple but they hold mercy and goodness …
He doesn’t have gold nor silver , but he wears a necklace of wheat around his neck , of wich he feeds the hungry. The thiefs have destoryed him , but he continues to smile

She gave me my passport back and said :

- I know Lebanon throught the media , but I don’t see what you just described
- You saw Lebanon through maps. As for me I talk about the Lebanon buried in my womb.
- I hope your fidelity for Canada is the same as the fidelity that you hold for Lebanon …. I mean i hope your fidelity to your wife matches your fidelity to your mother
- A contract exists between me and Canada , a contract that i have to respect and remain loyal to . And i am not one without loyalty . And i hope you know that this loyalty , was taught to me by my mother .
 

Weezy

Legendary Member
I was driving on the way back from New York to Montreal where I have lived for over 20 years.
At the border I was giving my passeport to the clerck at the customs , when she read : Country of Birth : Lebanon , and asked me :

- How is Lebanon doing ?
- As well as it possibly can , i said , All that we wish for is that it remains that way
- How long have you been living in Canada ?
- It’s been 20 years already
- And When did you last visit Lebanon ?
- 2 years ago

She looked at me , smiled and said :

- Which one to you love more , Lebanon or Canada ?
- The difference betwenn Lebanon and Canada to me is the same difference between my mother and my wife. I chose my wife , I fell for her charms , I love her , im in love with her , but she can’t make me forget my mother .
I did not choose my mother , but I know that I belong to her . Im comforted by her embrace , and I only cry on her shoulders

She closed my passport , looked at me in amazement and said :

- We often hear that life is very difficult in Lebanon. How can you love such a country ?
- My mother , you mean ?

She smiled and said : Let’s assume so

- My mother might be poor , she can’t afford to pay my expenses , none the less my medical bills , but the tenderness of her hug and the warmth of her love , are enough to cure me.

- Describe Lebananon to me , she said
- Lebanon doesn’t have the beauty of the blonde , but the sight of his face soothes you. He doesn’t have blue eyes but his sight makes you feel secure . His clothes are simple but they hold mercy and goodness …
He doesn’t have gold nor silver , but he wears a necklace of wheat around his neck , of wich he feeds the hungry. The thiefs have destoryed him , but he continues to smile

She gave me my passport back and said :

- I know Lebanon throught the media , but I don’t see what you just described
- You saw Lebanon through maps. As for me I talk about the Lebanon buried in my womb.
- I hope your fidelity for Canada is the same as the fidelity that you hold for Lebanon …. I mean i hope your fidelity to your wife matches your fidelity to your mother
- A contract exists between me and Canada , a contract that i have to respect and remain loyal to . And i am not one without loyalty . And i hope you know that this loyalty , was taught to me by my mother .

That's a really nice way of describing one's relationship with his country :)

Did you translate this by yourself btw? Please tell me I didn't put you through this trouble, I could've translated it through google but I was too lazy to :/
 

Weezy

Legendary Member
i did ,because google translate sucks :smile:

I'm glad you think I'm worth the trouble! I owe you one I guess. If you have any member you want to troll or make his life miserable on the forum, I'll be glad to help :icon10:
 

Jane7

New Member
I'm glad you think I'm worth the trouble! I owe you one I guess. If you have any member you want to troll or make his life miserable on the forum, I'll be glad to help :icon10:

hehe thank you , ill keep that in mind :icon10:
 
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