This shop makes these items available online, grouped with a new line of products (see below) under the label "Wa Lee Lubnanee". Translated as "...and I have my Lebanon", it refers to the quote above, from a very beautiful poem by Khalil Gibran that expresses with rare eloquence the difference between the Lebanon painted by the news for 30 years and the lovely, warm little country it really is. Today especially, people think of Lebanon and feel sorry. I created this label because I want them to think of it and smile.
Enjoy what we have to offer, and spread the smile.
For a more detailed preview of the books below please visit Publications. While originally planned for ages 8 to 12, based on the abundant appreciative feedback we received from all age groups I can confidently say they leave nobody out.
Price and shipping costs are laid out in the table below. Note: Due to a strange article of postal regulation, autographed books are not eligible for the "printed matter" rate (see last column). For this reason we only sign books on request.
| Number of books | Price | Shipping (Europe and Middle-East) | Shipping (rest of the world) | Shipping for signed books (anywhere) |
| 1 | $8 | $4 | $6 | $8 |
| 2 | $16 | $6.50 | $7.50 | $12 |
| 3 | $24 | $9 | $14 | $18.50 |
BK1a (Arabic) |
OUT OF PRINT! |
BK3f (French) |
BK4f (French) |
BK5f (French) |
BK6f (French) |
BK7f (French) |
Postcards are sold in sets of 6, 12 or 20 that are completely assortable: mix and match at will from the postcards listed in the table below.
The recipes and before/after series are also available as full sets, respectively of 8 and 5 cards.
| Set | Reference | Price | Shipping |
| 6 cards | - | $4.50 | $2 |
| 12 cards | - | $7.50 | $3 |
| 20 cards | - | $10 | $6 |
| Full recipes set (8 cards), English | PRPfe | $5.50 | $3 |
| Full recipes set (8 cards), French | PRPff | ||
| Full before/after set (5 cards) | PB/Af | $4 | $2 |
| Recipe cards (20x10cm)
This series presents a few popular and easy-to-make Lebanese dishes. Recipes are printed on the back (preview). |
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Tabbouleh |
Fattouche |
Kebbeh |
Waraq 'enab |
Hommos |
Adass b'hamod |
Mdardra |
Layali Lubnan |
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Beirut before/after (20x10cm)
Youmna Jazzar Medlej shot central Beirut in 1982, and revisited the exact same spots after the reconstruction 2002... |
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Martyr Square |
Grand Café |
Weygand Street |
Maarad Street |
National Museum |
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| Other (20x10cm) | |||
Traditional windows |
Traditional doors |
Deir el Kamar |
Cedars of Jaje |
The Seraglio of Beirut |
Place de l'Etoile |
Maarad Street |
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Map of Lebanon with icons |
Colors of Lebanon |
Cedars of Bsharre |
Old house in Aqoura |
Greeting cards are 10.6x21.6 cm (fit for standard DL envelopes), printed on glossy couché paper, and have a (removable) insert that says "Season Greetings" in French, Arabic and English. They are sold in sets of 3, 6, 12 or 20 that are also assortable. The full set contains 9 cards.
| Set | Reference | Price | Shipping |
| 3 cards | - | $4.50 | $3 |
| 6 cards | - | $8 | $3.50 |
| 12 cards | - | $15 | $6 |
| 20 cards | - | $20 | $12 |
| Full set (9 cards) | GCf | $12 | $6 |
Village in winter |
Baalbek |
Lake Qaraoun |
Douma village |
Emir's balcony, Beiteddine |
Beirut's Pigeon Grotto |
Saida |
The Cedars of Lebanon |
(Under constuction)
More products (mugs, journals, tote bags...) and apparel, sporting illustrations from the books or original designs, are available in my Cafepress shop. Below are just a few examples of what you'll find there, so do drop by!
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Please use the order form below to send me the reference numbers of the desired item(s), quantity, size (for prints only), and preferred payment method (I prefer Paypal, but can also accept money orders). If you're ordering more than one item, shipping will be combined and recalculated. I'll respond with your final invoice and a payment address.
Mail typically takes about 1 week to Europe and up to 2 weeks to the Americas. Overall, please allow up to 3 weeks for delivery from the time of the order.
You have your Lebanon and its dilemma. I have my Lebanon and its beauty.
Your Lebanon is an arena for men from the West and men from the East.
My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering in the early morning as shepherds lead their sheep into the meadow and rising in the evening as farmers return from their fields and vineyards.
You have your Lebanon and its people. I have my Lebanon and its people.
Yours are those whose souls were born in the hospitals of the West; they are as ship without rudder or sail upon a raging sea.... They are strong and eloquent among themselves but weak and dumb among Europeans.
They are brave, the liberators and the reformers, but only in their own area. But they are cowards, always led backwards by the Europeans. They are those who croak like frogs boasting that they have rid themselves of their ancient, tyrannical enemy, but the truth of the matter is that this tyrannical enemy still hides within their own souls. They are the slaves for whom time had exchanged rusty chains for shiny ones so that they thought themselves free. These are the children of your Lebanon. Is there anyone among them who represents the strength of the towering rocks of Lebanon, the purity of its water or the fragrance of its air? Who among them vouchsafes to say, "When I die I leave my country a little better than when I was born"?
Who among them dare to say, "My life was a drop of blood in the veins of Lebanon, a tear in her eyes or a smile upon her lips"?
Those are the children of your Lebanon. They are, in your estimation, great; but insignificant in my estimation.
Let me tell you who are the children of my Lebanon.
They are farmers who would turn the fallow field into garden and grove.
They are the shepherds who lead their flocks through the valleys to be fattened for your table meat and your woolens.
They are the vine-pressers who press the grape to wine and boil it to syrup.
They are the parents who tend the nurseries, the mothers who spin the silken yarn.
They are the husbands who harvest the wheat and the wives who gather the sheaves.
They are the builders, the potters, the weavers and the bell-casters.
They are the poets who pour their souls in new cups.
They are those who migrate with nothing but courage in their hearts and strength in their arms but who return with wealth in their hands and a wreath of glory upon their heads.
They are the victorious wherever they go and loved and respected wherever they settle.
They are the ones born in huts but who died in palaces of learning.
These are the children of Lebanon; they are the lamps that cannot be snuffed by the wind and the salt which remains unspoiled through the ages.
They are the ones who are steadily moving toward perfection, beauty, and truth.
What will remain of your Lebanon after a century? Tell me! Except bragging, lying and stupidity? Do you expect the ages to keep in its memory the traces of deceit and cheating and hypocrisy? Do you think the atmosphere will preserve in its pockets the shadows of death and the stench of graves?
Do you believe life will accept a patched garment for a dress? Verily, I say to you that an olive plant in the hills of Lebanon will outlast all of your deeds and your works; that the wooden plow pulled by the oxen in the crannies of Lebanon is nobler than your dreams and aspirations.
I say to you, while the conscience of time listened to me, that the songs of a maiden collecting herbs in the valleys of Lebanon will outlast all the uttering of the most exalted prattler among you. I say to you that you are achieving nothing. If you knew that you are accomplishing nothing, I would feel sorry for you, but you know it not.
You have your Lebanon and I have my Lebanon.
     
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