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| Name: | Marwan Atallah |
| E-mail address: | maratallah@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Well, I dont know were to start. Let me first comment on your story. When I started reading it I couldnt stop before I read it all. The style in your writing is very smooth and appealing,it made me laugh in certain instances where you wanted the reader to laugh, and made me live those feelings that you were and still are going through.
Its is a blessing that expats can declare for granted when you consider that you can fit almost anywhere life finds you. I wish you all the best in your journey. God Bless and protect you all. Marwan Atallah "Ulysses" It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades For ever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,-- Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me-- That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads--you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'T is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. |
| Name: | Marwan Atallah |
| E-mail address: | maratallah@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Well, I dont know were to start. Let me first comment on your story. When I started reading it I couldnt stop before I read it all. The style in your writing is very smooth and appealing,it made me laugh in certain instances where you wanted the reader to laugh, and made me live those feelings that you were and still are going through.
Its is a blessing that expats can declare for granted when you consider that you can fit almost anywhere life finds you. I wish you all the best in your journey. God Bless and protect you all. Marwan Atallah "Ulysses" It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades For ever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,-- Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me-- That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads--you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'T is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. |
| Name: | Rob & Jane Stafford |
| E-mail address: | robnjane@staffordsworld.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.staffordsworld.com |
| Comments: | Great story, we're working on selling the house now. |
| Name: | Judy Herrick |
| E-mail address: | gumma7@localnet.com |
| Comments: | Liz-how wonderful-loved reading your "letter." What a terrific adventure for your family to spend so much time together and explore! I keep busy with 7 grandkids ages 20-3years(Jan had twin boys at almost 40!!!) would love to hear from you and where in the devil is your Mom????? Love to all, Judy |
| Name: | Susanne Herrington |
| E-mail address: | sh2dub@eim.ae |
| Comments: | Thanks for sharing this website and your adventures with us. Liz, I don't know how you find the time, but you should write a book. You have an amazing way with words. I wish you all the best as you explore and grow, individually and as a family. Keep us posted, and we'll try and keep in touch as well. Love, Susie and the Herrington crew |
| Name: | Pam |
| E-mail address: | goodellp@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | MERRY CHRISTMAS! |
| Name: | Steve Sites |
| E-mail address: | mecookfishy@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Long time no see. I hope things are well and good for you. |
| Name: | Michelle Homsy |
| E-mail address: | mehomsy@comcast.net |
| Comments: | Hi Guys,
It sure is great to see pictures of everyone! Except Liz and Mike...let's get some of you in there! The boys are getting so big, especially little Julian! I really want to go to all these wonderful places that you have been...I am definitely inspired by your adventures. I will talk to you soon. Give our love to everyone. The Homsy Family |
| Name: | Marybeth Zaatar |
| E-mail address: | luvbosox@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Hi Guys!
It was so great to hear from you! What an awesome adventure you are on! I had no idea. I am so jealous! I am going to show your website to Khalid. Dubai is going crazy. I love that you are teaching your kids what is SO important in this life. It goes along with point #8 of your Dad's commencement address. People so easily lose sight of that here when they get sucked in by "all that glitters" here. I am really proud of you guys! I will do my best to keep in touch with you. I have to admit I am horrible at e-mail but I will do my best. Give my best to all your boys but give Gabriel a nice big smooch from me! Best of luck on your journey. Can't wait to hear more! Marybeth |
| Name: | kelly hanania |
| E-mail address: | kelly_hanania@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | What a nice surprise to see your email this morning. Sounds like you guys are having a blast. We have also started a new adventure, albeit not as excited as yours. We've moved to Amman, Jordan after 12 years in Dubai. The kids love the small school and I like the low key, slower paced lifestyle. The cold weather is a little hard to get used to though.
Wish you smooth sailing and low gas prices! Kelly Hanania |
| Name: | Jen Powell |
| E-mail address: | jjp_gdp@eim.ae |
| Comments: | Wow - you guys are amazing! I am truly inspired and envious - love and miss you! |
| Name: | Sheila Klein |
| E-mail address: | sheilygirl@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Hey Liz,
I just spoke with your mom this a.m. and she told me about your website. I'm delighted to hear about your adventure and appreciate the questions you're raising, especially about the meaning of home. After my "home" of 28 years in the West Village, NYC was destroyed in a fire 5 1/2 years ago I had to rethink what I wanted, trying a 3 year "visit" to more countrified Park Slope in Brooklyn, only to realize, Manhattan is "home". I'm now in a light filled space in Chelsea with my Florida condo as 2nd "home". Itfeels very right to be here. If you pass this way again please call 212-691-0044. |
| Name: | Evelyn |
| E-mail address: | evelyn@budget-webdesign.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://budget-webdesign.com |
| Comments: | Hello :-)
This is your guestbook, and I wish you many entries. Enjoy your great adventure, and let me know if there is anything I can do for you. Evelyn |
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