Monday, December 13, 2010

A Little More Law

Birthright citizenship is just one more American privilege that I did not give much thought to before I moved to Lebanon.  “Birthright citizenship” refers to the principle that a person automatically becomes a citizen of the country in which he or she is born. 

In the United States, birthright citizenship is guaranteed by the Fourteenth Amendment.  This amendment provides, in part, that “All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside.”[1]  In other words, a person whose mother gave birth while in the U.S. illegally has citizenship rights equal to a person whose family has been lawfully in the U.S. since the signing of the Declaration of Independence.

Unfortunately, not all countries are willing to extend citizenship automatically to everyone born within their borders.  Instead, some countries limit the grant of citizenship to the descendents (and sometimes spouses) of their citizens.  And in Lebanon, it appears that only male citizens can confer citizenship.

Lebanon enacted its nationality law in 1925.  Under this law, a person is a citizen of Lebanon if he or she: 1) has a Lebanese father, 2) was born in Lebanon and it is proven that he or she did not acquire a foreign nationality through his or her parents, or 3) was born in Lebanon and his or her parents are unknown or the parents’ nationality is unknown.[2]  (Charafeddine at 28.) 

Lebanon’s nationality law conflicts with the principles of equality articulated in both international and Lebanese law.  For example, Article 1 of the United Nation’s Universal Declaration of Human Rights acknowledges that “[a]ll human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.”[3]  Similarly, Article 7 of Lebanon’s constitution provides: “All Lebanese shall be equal before the law. They shall equally enjoy civil and political rights and shall equally be bound by public obligations and duties without any distinction.”  But even more important than the fact that the Lebanese nationality law appears to be illegal, is fact that the law inflicts devastation on the lives of families made up of Lebanese mothers and non-Lebanese fathers.

There have been about 18,000 marriages between Lebanese women and non-Lebanese men.  (Charafeddine at 17.)  It is estimated that 41,400 children have been born as a result of these marriages.  (Id. at 18.)  Because Lebanese women cannot confer their nationality upon their children, the Lebanese government does not recognize these children as Lebanese citizens. 

Noncitizens living in Lebanon do not have the right to public education or public health care, they have no right to work, and they cannot vote.  Lebanon also restricts the amount of property foreigners can own, so a person’s not being Lebanese can interfere with his or her ability to inherit.[4]  In addition, non-Lebanese citizens are also subject to deportation—even though they may have been born in Lebanon and spent their entire lives there.  Indeed, one mother described having to pay large sums of money in order to secure residency permits for her children despite the fact that such permits are purportedly free.  (Kawzally.)

One man whose mother is Lebanese and whose father is Palestinian reported that his lack of citizenship prevents him from planning for his future, traveling, and doing the kinds of things that people with a country take for granted.  (Mahdawi.)  He also stated that he did not “want to have children because they would be ‘born invisible.  It’s like [non-citizens] don’t exist.’”  (Id.) 

Recently, there have been significant efforts to have the Lebanese Parliament amend the nationality law.  (Kawzally.)  But in my limited experience, change happens slowly in Lebanon.  Accordingly, the international donor community should pressure Lebanon to modify its nationality law at once. 

SOURCES

Charafeddine, Fahima.  Predicament of Lebanese Women Married to Non-Lebanese, United Nations Development Program / Lebanese Women Rights and Nationality Law Project (2009).  http://www.undp.org.lb/communication/publications/downloads/mujaz_en.pdf

Kawzally, Sally.  “Lebanese Women Sue for Naturalization Rights,” Menassat (April 28, 2009).  http://www.menassat.com/?q=en/news-articles/6446-lebanese-interior-minister-supports-campaign-my-nationality-right-me-and-my-famil

Mahdawi, Dalila.  “‘Invisibles’ Fight for Recognition in the Eyes of the State,” The Daily Star (December 14, 2009).  http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=31&article_id=109753#axzz17zzi5CKQ

Mahdawi, Dalila and Rizk, Carol.  “Landmark Ruling Granting Citizenship to Children of Lebanese Mother Overturned,” The Daily Star (May 19, 2010).  http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=1&article_id=115007#axzz181cSgL2A


[1] It is also possible for an American parent to confer citizenship automatically on his or her child born outside the U.S. if the conditions set forth in the Child Citizenship Act of 2000 are met.  These conditions include: 1) one of the child’s parents being an American citizen, 2) the child’s being under the age of 18, and 3) the “child[‘s] . . . residing in the United States in the legal and physical custody of the citizen parent pursuant to a lawful admission for permanent residence.”  8 U.S.C. § 1431. 
[2] It should be noted that there is a provision in the nationality law that seems to allow a Lebanese mother to confer nationality on her children if their father dies before they reach adulthood.  (See Charafeddine at 28.)  I, however, saw one news article about a Lebanese woman who brought a lawsuit to get citizenship for her children after their Egyptian father died.  Although the trial court concluded that the children should be Lebanese citizens, the court of appeals overturned the decision.  (Mahdawi and Rizk.)
[3] It is interesting to note that although Lebanon signed the U.N.’s Convention on Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women, it later opted out of several articles of the convention—including the article granting women an equal right to confer their nationality to their children.  (Charafeddine at 30.)
[4] Husbands in about 22% of the marriages between Lebanese women and non-Lebanese men are Palestinian.  (Charafeddine at 20.)  Lebanon prohibits Palestinians from owning property in Lebanon.  Thus the inheritance rights of the children from these Lebanese-Palestinian unions are effectively nonexistent.  (See Id. at 23.)


Thursday, December 2, 2010

Update

It has been a while since I have posted, so I thought my loyal readers might like a briefing.

Travel

We have not done much traveling since the trip to Tripoli—mainly because the Ministry of Labor has had Bill’s passport to process his work visa.  Last weekend, however, I did go on my first (and last) hike.  We went with Vamos Todos, the group that took us to Palm Island and Tyre, to Bkassine.  Bkassine is a little village in South Lebanon that borders a large pine forest.  The hike was advertised as being four kilometers and level two (which I thought meant “just a little harder than a treadmill”).  LIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We basically hiked down the side of a mountain.  The incline was at least 45˚ at all times.  The ground would also frequently subside, so I fell twice.  It was also 86 degrees and sunny.  But worst of all, the guide announced that the 4K hike that I signed up for would be 6Ks after it was too late to turn back.  Seriously, I almost started crying.  The good news though is that I survived and only walked with a limp for four days.

This month we are also signed up to travel to Egypt.  The trip will include a cruise down the Nile and trips to the Pyramids.  Normally, Bill is anti-cruise.  I think his love for Death on the Nile is allowing us to go on the trip.  It should be interesting.  Keep your fingers crossed for souvenirs . . .

Class

As you may recall, I have been teaching an English class on Wednesdays for some hospital employees.  Unfortunately, we have not had class much lately because school has been closed quite a bit.  When we have been able to meet though, things have gone pretty well.  Last night we learned possessive adjectives and reviewed the present continuous tense.

Bill has been observing the class for one of his research projects, so he goes to the Monday night sessions too.  He reports that on Monday, one of the students recited poetry (in Arabic) about his appreciation for his teachers (including yours truly).  How about that?  Bill also says that he thinks that I am the students’ second favorite teacher (there are four of us).  Of course this is not acceptable, so I am strategizing about ways to become number one.  If I had an oven, I would bake them some cookies.  I may be stuck with just buying them candy.

Work

Work has not been very fun lately.  We are working on finishing a big research project for the UNDP, so it has been kind of stressful.  But, I did get my own business cards yesterday.  My cards have English on one side and Arabic on the other.  Pretty cool, huh?  I also found out that my official title is “Projects Consultant.”  I have actually had several titles since I started—they kept getting changed because they did not translate well.

Arabic Class

I have been feeling frustrated with the Arabic acquisition situation because it has been going so slow.  Part of the reason for that though is that I hardly study.  So starting today, well maybe tomorrow, I am going to start kicking it.  Hopefully I will have good news to report soon.

Christmas

I have noticed that it has been difficult to get into the Christmas spirit.  It is still on the warm side here, and my neighborhood does not have a lot of Christmas decorations up.  I think the city is trying to save money by just keeping the Eid decorations up.  I like Eid, but I want Santa!

I have, however, created a practically perfect Christmas playlist for my i-touch.  Right now, as a matter of fact, I am enjoying Andy Williams’s It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. 

Additionally, one of my friends took me to a grocery store that sells Christmas decorations (yes, I thought it was weird when she offered to take me there, but it was way better than Bronner’s).  There I was able to pick up a few ornaments.  I also bought an ornament to send to some of my friends for our annual ornament exchange.  When I asked Bill if he liked it, he said: “That is the ugliest thing I have ever seen.  I am glad that’s not going to my house.”  Now my plan for this weekend is to find a substitute ornament.  Wish me luck!

To see pictures of the hike, please go to:
http://picasaweb.google.com/104107930952939701195/NicoleBillHikingInTheSouthOnNovember282010#.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

The Trip to Tripoli

On Tuesday Bill and I went with a tour group to Tripoli, Lebanon’s second largest city. 

The day started out with a bang—literally.  My feet were wet from my shower and I slipped on the marble tile in our bedroom.  I hit the ground hard and my back and head went into my dresser.  Bill ran over and asked if I was O.K.  I yelled: “No!  Don’t talk to me!”  (I get kind of emotional when I have a bad fall, and yes, this does happen with regularity.)   I took a couple of Ibuprofens after getting up because I could already tell that this one was going to hurt (and I was right).  I finished getting ready and then we went outside and waited for the tour bus.

The tour bus was thirty-five minutes late.  After the fall and the delay, I was getting worried about what else was going to go wrong that day.  But I knew that everything would be O.K. when I met our driver and guide, Nadeem and Hassan (also the names of our friends’ two sons).  Luckily I was not wrong.

Hassan first took us to Tripoli’s most famous sweet shop.  Although the sweets looked lovely, I felt more savory and ordered chicken ouzi.  (The menu was confusing, and so I just went with “the chicken dish” even though I had no idea what this was.)  It was so delicious that Bill, who frequently mocks my menu selections, finally had to admit that I was the greatest food selector in the world.  Well maybe that did not happen, but he had to retract his mocking for that day and admit that I had picked the better dish.

From the sweet shop we went to a very nice mosque.  We also got to meet the mosque’s muzeen.   (The muzeen is the person who sings the adhan to let the local Muslims know that it is time to pray.  This happens five times a day.)  Again, there was an issue with a European refusing to wear the covering clothing.  But at least I do not think that anyone brought in alcohol this time.  (Sorry, I am still sour about my tourmates from the Syria trip.)

After the mosque we went to a Crusader castle.  The castle was in surprisingly good shape.  Hassan, also an archeologist, gave us a lot of information about the castle’s water reclamation system and the architectural devices that improved the castle’s military defenses (which strangely reminded me of Home Alone). 

From the castle we went to a soap factory.  Tripoli is famous in the region for its soaps.  I was really looking forward to this part of the trip because I thought that I would get a lot of souvenirs to bring home—no such luck!  The soap was expensive and it did not smell that good.  I did not buy a single bar.  Another souvenir strike out!  But I did get to see a Quran made of soap.  How many people can say that?

After the soap factory we went to the only working bathhouse in Lebanon.  I would have been O.K. if we had skipped this because it was pretty nasty.  We also went through the steamy bathhouse (in our clothes) while some poor guy was in there doing his thing.  Luckily I think he heard us coming so he was wearing a towel.  Yikes!

Although I had a fun time in Tripoli, I was pretty appalled by the liter.  It was clear that most people in one neighborhood we went through just throw their trash out their windows on to the shop awnings below.   And many people dump their trash (including whole bags of garbage and tires) into the little stream going out into the sea.  If my Arabic were better, I might have made a sign that said: “You’re drinking this!”  

To see pictures from our trip, including documentation of the litter situation, please see http://picasaweb.google.com/104107930952939701195/NicoleAndBillVisitTripoliOnNovember162010#. 

Monday, October 25, 2010

A Little Law

Lebanon has a personal status law.  This means that for issues involving things like family law and inheritance, a person’s religion determines the applicable law.  For example, a Lebanese man who is Muslim can legally have up to four wives.  On the other hand, a Lebanese man who is Christian can legally have only one.  (It seems universally accepted in Lebanon that a woman can have only one husband at a time.  My explanation of “polyandry” got a lot of laughs at the office.)  According to the Library of Congress, Lebanon allows eighteen religions to have their own laws and courts.  http://www.loc.gov/law/help/lebanon.php

I recently had the opportunity to review some translations of laws concerning the Druze rules for getting married.  The Druze are monotheists who believe in the Qur’an and reincarnation.  Many Muslims, however, do not regard the Druze as Islamic because they do not necessarily do things like fast during Ramadan, pray five times a day, or make a pilgrimage to Mecca.  For more information on the Druze, please see http://www.druze.org.au/religion/index.htm.  As you will see, many of the Druze marriage requirements are similar to marriage requirements in the United States.

Under Druze law, men can marry at age 18 and women can marry at 17. 

If permission is given, a teen boy can marry at age 16 and a teen girl can marry at 15.  This permission needs to come from their “tutors” and the Sheik al-Aql or the Kadi al Mazhab.  (A tutor is “the agnate relative in hierarchical order.”  A tutor cannot be a child, mad, or an “idiot.”  If a person does not have a tutor, the Sheikh or the Kadi serves as tutor.)

If the Sheik or the Kadi gives permission but the tutor does not, it appears that the teens have the right to ask that the marriage be cancelled within six months of the husband’s 17th birthday or the wife’s 18th birthday. 

If a woman between 17 and 21 wishes to marry, she must inform the Sheikh or the Kadi who will then inform her tutor.  The Sheikh or Kadi can authorize the marriage if her tutor does not object within 15 days or if he deems the tutor’s objection unjust.

“Idiots” and people with venereal disease, leprosy, and “developing tuberculosis” cannot marry.

A woman cannot marry during her Iddah following her divorce.  (“Iddah” is a waiting period to find out whether a woman is pregnant with her former spouse’s child.)

A man can have one wife.

A man cannot remarry a former spouse or a woman within “the forbidden degrees of relative kinship.”

Again, one’s religion is extremely important in Lebanon.  According to my colleague, a person must officially declare a religion in Lebanon if he or she wishes to participate in public life, i.e., vote, run for office, marry, etc.  (My other “big joke” at the office came when I asked what happens when people are atheists.  The idea that someone would not have a religion is almost as funny as the idea of a woman with multiple husbands.)

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My Life in Lebanon

O.K., this post is not really about my LIFE.  The title for today's post is an allusion to Julia Child's memoir, My Life in France.  So as you have likely guessed by now, this post is about cooking.

Last week I had a little mishap at the grocery store that almost resulted in my buying meat in a can.  You see, Bill (the regular cook) is at the university during the day.  This means that I am on my own for breakfast and lunch.  Breakfast is not a problem: tea, yogurt, and pita with cheese.  Lunch, however, is tricky.  For the most part, I just go out and get a sandwich or something.  Last week though, I felt like I should try to make something because it seems like all the eating out is eating up my cash.

So I walked to my corner TSC without a particular lunch design.  I considered boxed mac & cheese, but it was more expensive than getting a hot delicious sandwich.  I went through the aisles and had no idea what to do with most of the stuff for sale.  Just when I had decided to get a can of corned beef from the Philippines, it occurred to me that I could make pesto.  Danger averted.

But a girl can't live off pesto alone, so this weekend Bill and I bought a couple of Lebanese cookbooks.   And I am pleased to report that today I made shorbet adas (lentil soup) and tabbouleh (parsley salad) all by myself!  Mistakes were made (did not cook the onion for the soup long enough, thought the black pepper in the cupboard was cumin until it was too late, got a lot of stem in my salad), but I feel I learned from the mistakes and will do better next time.  And despite the mistakes, I got pretty high marks from Bill who ate the leftovers after school. 

I would post the recipes here since they are easy enough for a Nicole to make, but I fear the copyright holder would take action against me.  So, any of my faithful readers are welcome to come to my house when I get back for soup and salad.  Just give me plenty of notice so I have enough time to cook the onion properly.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

From Syria with Love


Some visitors to Damascus will never forget the beauty of the Umayyad Mosque, others will never forget the quality and breadth of the antiquities at the National Museum, but I will never forget the War of the Escalope.  For those of you unfamiliar with this serious conflict, please allow me to explain . . .

Bill and I signed up to take a guided tour of Damascus with a Lebanese tour company.  On our trip with us was a single guy from Miami, an older French couple, and a German couple about our age.  We also had a Lebanese driver (totally awesome) and a Syrian guide (suspected snake, but more about that later).

After we got to Damascus, I quickly developed a dislike for the Germans.  As part of our tour, we went to the Umayyad Mosque.  According to Lonely Planet, the mosque is one of the ten most holy sites for Muslims.  In addition to being an important historical site, people come here for services and prayer.

Because it is a mosque, there are some restrictions on what people can and cannot wear.  Men cannot wear shorts.  No one can wear shoes.  Women must cover their heads and arms.  They must also wear a skirt.  Although I was prepared for the hijab and sleeve requirements, I had to get a skirt.  Luckily the mosque has skirts, robes, and scarves that it lends to people so that they can tour the mosque.

The German woman, however, freaked!  She actually threw a fit at the entrance to the mosque and refused to wear the clothing.  The tour guide finally told her that she did not have to go inside.  Eventually, however, she relented (perhaps once she saw that the French lady and I had suited up without incident).  In case you can’t tell, I was very disgusted.

After touring the mosque, we went for lunch.  For some reason, the guide took us to an Italian restaurant.  The couples on the trip sat at a table and the guide and driver decided to sit off on their own (single guy decided to take a cab and eat at the Four Seasons).  Because lunch was included with the trip, we were only given three choices: lasagna, shish tawook, and escalope.  Everyone at my table except German man ordered shish tawook, he ordered escalope. 

After the waiter brought the drinks, German man pulled out a light green flask.  He handed it to German woman who took three quick nips and handed it back to him.  I was in shock!  I first thought: “Can you drink alcohol in Syria?  Are we going to be arrested?”  I next thought: “You brought alcohol to a mosque?”  Appalling!

When the waiter brought out the food, he had six plates of shish tawook.  It looked pretty good, so German man said nothing about his escalope and started hoovering the shish.  After a few minutes, snaky guide came over and demanded to know who had ordered the escalope.  When questioned directly about whether he ordered the escalope, the German man said “No.” 

After we left the restaurant, snaky guide started yelling at me about who ordered the escalope.  I confirmed that it was the German guy.  When the Germans caught up with the group, snaky guide had it out with them.  I just kind of walked away uncomfortably.  The last thing I heard was snaky guide saying, “I do not like to have to eat things I do not like,” and the German woman saying, “A person cannot eat two dinners.”  The War of the Escalope, however, continued off and on for the rest of the afternoon. 

Going back to snaky guide . . .

On the way to the souk (market), I asked snaky guide what we could expect to pay for certain items like tablecloths (the guide book said they were nice and inexpensive).  He said that he would take me to his friend’s shop who would give me a great deal.  (Notice that he did not state a price.)  Excited by the promise of getting the best deals at the market and temporarily getting Lebanese pounds confused with Syrian pounds ($1 = 1,500 Lebanese or 45 Syrian) I almost agreed to buy three tablecloths for 14,000 Syrian pounds ($311).

I was really furious, and snaky guide was mad that I did not buy anything from his friend.  “You will not find a better price today.”  Then snaky guide took us to another shop.  Again, the prices were outrageous.  I quickly ran to another shop and saw that the prices were much lower at the non-friends of snaky guide shops.  (Not low enough for me though . . .)  And please note that in a souk of over fifty shops, we only had time to visit the two shops belong to snaky guide’s pals.  I was so mad!

Later in the day, snaky guide asked me about the hunt for tablecloths.  I told him that I had the opportunity to get the exact same cloths for $22.00 (I would run into places along the street while we were walking to different sites).  To save face, he tried telling me that my less expensive finds must have been made in an inferior region of the country.  Whatever!

Despite my rage over someone thinking that I was stupid enough to pay over $100 for a tablecloth (which lasted for several hours), I found Syria to be a nice country to visit.  I do not know if I need to go again, but I am glad that I got the chance to see it.

Oh and by the way, I was surprised that night when I saw “escalope de poulet” on the menu at the restaurant around the block from our place.  “Escalope de poulet” is basically French for “chicken cutlet.”  Of course I had to order it after all of the hubbub.  It was very delicious and certainly not worth going to war over!

To see pictures of our trip, please go to http://picasaweb.google.com/104107930952939701195/NicoleAndBillVisitDamascusOctober92010#

Thursday, October 7, 2010

What's New?

Quite a bit has happened since my last post. 

First, Bill and I went on our first trip out of the city last weekend.  We traveled south to Tyre with a fun and inexpensive tour company, Vamos Todos.  We had a great time swimming in the Mediterranean, seeing Roman ruins, and visiting the first Christian church in Lebanon (circa 130 A.D.).  We also had totally delicious ice cream in Sidon.  The ice cream alone was worth the price of the trip!  Here is a link to our photos from the trip: http://picasaweb.google.com/104107930952939701195/NicoleAndBillVisitTyreAndQana#

Second, I am going to start Arabic lessons next week at Lebanese American University (not Bill's school).  I met with my instructor two days ago and told her: 1) I wanted to study Modern Classical Arabic so that I could speak to all people of the Middle East (not colloquial Lebanese) and 2) I did not want to spend any time writing--the Arabic alphabet has 28 letters, but most of the letters change shape a little depending on where they are in the word.  I really emphasized that speaking was what was important to me.  The teacher said, "O.K., we will spend one class a week on classical and one class a week on colloquial.  You will also learn to write."  Sometimes it is not worth fighting people here, so I agreed but shorted my contract from 40 hours to 10 hours.  This way I can get out quick if this is not working for me. 

Third, on October 18th I will begin teaching English twice a week as part of a community outreach program though the American University of Beirut (Bill's school).  I will be teaching people who want to take the TOEFL test to get into college but can't afford a prep class.  I was assigned to level one, so my students likely have no knowledge of English.  I hope I do a good job!  Here is a link to pictures of AUB: http://picasaweb.google.com/104107930952939701195/AmericanUniversityOfBeirut#

Fourth, and maybe most important, I got a volunteer position with Justicia for Development & Human Rights.  Justicia is an NGO that works to promote gender equality and human rights in Lebanon and the Middle East.  One of its recent projects involved getting Lebanese mothers the right to open bank accounts on behalf of their children.  I believe that I will be doing legal research and writing, assisting with conference presentations, grant writing, and providing support for litigation pending here and abroad.  Again, I hope I do a good job!  Justicia's website if you are interested in taking a closer look: www.justiciadh.org/

*Please keep in mind that Bill writes the captions for the photos!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

A Lesson in Partying

Last night I was having some stomach distress, so I decided to go to the hospital and make sure everything was O.K.  (Luckily, it was.)

People were pretty wonderful at the hospital.  Everyone spoke English.  They also seemed to care about my symptoms and not the identity of my insurance carrier.  The visit fee was $40 and the fee for my test was $10.  (Yes, this was an emergency room visit at an accredited university hospital.)

In addition to the low cost, I noticed a couple of things that differed from my experiences with American hospitals.  Most striking, the doctor had a consult in the hall with Bill about my situation before talking with me about it.  Hello HIPA?  Second, I was put in a double room with a male patient.  Yes, there was a curtain divider between us, but I still felt uncomfortable.  Ultimately though, I am glad to have shared a room with the male patient because he taught me a lesson I greatly needed.

I first noticed a lot of moaning coming from my new roommate.  Then I noticed men in formal attire going in and out of his room and a beautiful twenty something wearing a tiara and a formal gown standing on his side of the curtain.  The twenty something came over and explained that my roommate was her fiancee, they had been at a wedding, and he sustained some injury to his side--her English was a little lacking.  A short time later, my roommate was feeling better.  He explained that he has kidney stones and had to come in for an injection.  He added that now that he was back on his feet, they were going back to the wedding. 

Lesson:  A person should not let a little traveler's sickness (O.K., a LOT of traveler's sickness) ruin her trip.  Instead, she should take advantage of the healthy times and enjoy the party!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Beirut--Day Five

Sorry for the delay in posting.  Between the jet lag and the travel sickness, I have been in bad shape.  But, I think I am over the hump now.

In case you were wondering about what you should pack if you go on a ten-month expedition to the other side of the world, here is the list (minus a few things that were thrown in at the last minute) of what I brought:

Inventory

Blue Suitcase
Family Fun in Lebanon
Making Your Case The Art of Persuading Judges
Lonely Planet Italy
Legal Language
Bel Canto
The Namesake
2 Toy Story Kleenex packs (travel guide said some places are B.Y.O.T.P.)
Halls
Zicam
Tweezers
Deodorant
Colgate Total
Mucinex Maximum Strength 
Ibuprofen
4 Pairs Nylon Knee Highs
3 Pairs Nylons
6 Pairs Socks
Vicks VapoInhaler
White Tank Top*
Pajama Bottoms
Grey Sweater
Long Sleeve T: Blue, Grey, Black, Black, Oatmeal
Purple Shirt
Purple Shell
Black Shoes
Grey Thermal
Scarf
Winter Jacket
Notecards
Probe (this is a vintage word game, not something freaky!)
Big Black Purse
Black Pants
Blank CD’s
Jeans
Amy Butler Sew It Kit
Acid Free Tape
Green Shirt
T-shirts: Orange and Magenta

Dark Purple Suitcase
Globetrotter Lebanon
Brown Shoes
Black Shoes
Sharpening Your Trial Skills
Globetrotter Jordan
Lonely Planet Greece
My Grammar and I . . . Or Should That Be Me?
The Poisonwood Bible
The Inheritance of Loss
2 Toy Story Kleenex packs (Can you tell yet that these were on sale at Meijer?)
Vitamins
Floss
Antibiotic Ointment
Suntan Lotion
Mango Body Wash
Deodorant
Colgate Total
Foot Butter
Hand Sanitizer
Aveeno Moisturizer
Foundation
Powder
Hair Pins
4 Pairs Nylon Knee Highs
2 Pairs Nylons
6 Pairs Socks
3 Pairs Underwear
Red Sweater
2 Pairs Brown Pants
Red/Blue Dress
Brown Jacket
Black Tanktop
T-Shirts: Dark Blue, Navy Blue
Blue and White Shirt
Red Thermal
Long Sleeve T: Yellow, Red,
Skip Bo
Black Purse
Black Jacket
Black Purse

Lighter Purple Suitcase
Lonely Planet Syria & Lebanon
Make-Up
Magician’s Assistant
Free Food for Millionaires
McElhaney’s Trial Notebook
Lonely Planet Turkey
Understanding Arabs
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society
Water for Elephants
The Lawyer’s Guide to Finding Success in Any Job Market (keep your fingers crossed!)
2 Toy Story Kleenex packs
Vitamins
Floss
Deodorant
Colgate Total
Mucinex Maximum Strength
Band Aids
Nail File
Razors
4 Pairs Nylon Knee Highs
3 Pairs Nylons
Brown Tank Top
Slip
Bathing Suit
Swim Cover Up
7 Pairs Socks
Black Sweater
Black/White Dress
Grey Suit
Black Short Sleeve
Black Long Sleeve
T-Shirts: Lilac, Magenta, Black
Black and White Shirt
Purple Thermal
Long Sleeve T: light purple, dark purple

Blue Carry-On
3 Workbooks
Notebook
Important Documents
Read and Speak Arabic for Beginners
Arabic Phrasebook and CD
Mockingjay (for friend’s niece)
Family Photos
DVDs: Harry Potters, Drop Dead Diva, Legally Blonde
Laptop


Purse Carry-On
Voltage Converter
The Complete Persepolis (for on-plane reading and friend’s niece)
Martha Stewart Living (October)
Cash
Peanut M&Ms; Almond Snickers (these wound up saving my life!)
Camera
Camera Battery Charger
2 Colgate Wisps
Pens/Highlighters/Markers
3 Toy Story Kleenex packs
Book light
i-Touch
Playing Cards
Journal
My Life in France
Your First 100 Words in Arabic
Passport/Passport Wallet

*Please note that I do not believe that ANYONE should ever wear just a tank top.  Any tank top packed for this trip is packed solely for the purpose of wearing under another shirt.

**Undergarment count was deleted because they are called “unmentionables” for a reason.