Chapter 4 : Sharbel the Blessed

The healing of Akl Wakim

Boulos A Akiki

uncured blood pressure  In 1943 he start having blood pressure. And after his brother Farres died, his sickness got worst. And caused him a (تكلس في شرايين) of  the heart. Bsharah Dehhan physician, treated him. And gave him the prescription of the designated medicines used in such incidents, which is consisted of Iodized materials. And a special diet program prohibiting: meat, pasta, fishs, eggs, gravy, alcohol, caffeine, and definitely no smoking. And he allowed him eating, vegetables, especially if boiled, and little bit of meat without any grease, once a week. And also told him repeatedly: be watchfull on your diet, you are still a young man.    Boulos followed the treatment. And fasted ten days, with little bit of water. And that was of no effect.    His blood pressure was going between 22 to 24 the high, and 11 to 12 the low. And he happen to have short breathing, inflation of the liver, trembling in the nervous system, migraine, weak vision.   He was continiously in pain. He get troubled eating! Cannot walk more then five hundred yards, without taking a rest. He also had chest pain, and the pain go unto the left hand all the way to the fingers. On the top of all; During the crisis his heart beat cease. Physicians use to treat that with special needles, that stay hunged under the skin.    He was living terrifyed.    His doctor defended him living in mountains. (Which, three quarters of lebanon are mountains).    Now in the summer of 1946 he was in Hrajel (an elevated mountain), to spend a small vacation at his brother`s house. It was night when a crisis hited him. This one physician came and checked his blood pressure, it was high 23! Then he lost conscience. His family now picked him up and took him home, down to the city. After the crisis he took four days to recover, he was tired and got treated with all these medicines.    Linda his sister in law, Farres`s widow, use to give  him service with his old mother and the handmaid, Leila Khalil.    The members of the house was always attentive not to disturb him. But in the contrary they did work so they don’t tire him.    He, once a while use to go check on his trading market store in Beirut. And also his gardens in Wata Nahr El-Kalb. He was the one, taking care of all this work, before illness had puted him to retirement.    Coming back home, he go straight to his bed and stay.    He was always scared of death, as if he was about to die, at any minute. And because of despairing, he decided one day to write all his heritage down for the benefit of his nephews, whom he raised, the sons of his deceased brother Farres.    Then one day he stoped taking his medicines, and treatments, believing in it`s vanity. It was one week before a visit to saint Sharbel.   Light is shining from the tomb He aimed to Mar Maroon monastery, from all his heart with christian faithfulness. Along with his cousin, his oncle Semaan, Amin El-Faloughy`s wife, Linda his sister in law, and her two daughters, Antoinette, and Georgette. Each one was aiming having his owne mind, and petitions.    Arrived to the monastery, and visited Sharbel`s tomb.    Boulos, in piety the tears dropped of his eyes. And everybody have seen light shining of the tomb. And he was rubing with his hand, the marble stone that is on the tomb. He have seen two miracles happening while there, this had touched him, and strenthened his faith. He shared a procession with a group of people praying, crying, and imploring.   Then he felt an ease and inner joy. And also felt he was healed.    Then Boulos ate of what they got with them, some sardine, and eggs…    When they return home. He ate with his kin and slept comfortable.    And since then he start smoking -نرجيلة    Linda broughted with her a little branch of an Oak tree from the yard of the monastery, as a blessed relic. She soaked it in water, and it oozed out a burgandy color like wine. He drinked some of it. His body shiverd little bit. Then he felt getting reliefed from The pain he had for all these years. The next day, he got diarrhea. And as fat man,   he checked his weight, he found that he lost two kilograms!. Diarreha stoped after the forth day, when he kept drinking of that water for eight days. Then kept loosing weight, one kilogram a day. He felt comfortable, and start climbing the stairs without fatigue.   After that he bounded for doctor Dehhan, laughing and on his face the signs of happiness and joy. He extended his hand, so confident of himself that there is no more blood pressure,  and told him, take my pressure. So the doctor did and it was natural: 14on 8 ! he repeated the checking twice, then looked astonished at Boulos: what have you done Boulos?! Who else treated you then me?! I know your illness is uncured!    So he told him what had Sharbel did to him.    He was amazed and told him Boulos: What is for God, and father Sharbel, and his saints, is not for doctors, he is omnipotent!.    Even so he did not believe this result is gonna last long!. For that he asked Boulos to pass by once a week for a test to verify, was this going to last or not. Also he asked him not to keep any diet, but to eat freely drink and smoke.   So Boulos did, and he was passing by the doctor once a week, and the result have not changed.    He also start going to the mountain more often without any problem.    Many was touched with such a story, and visited him congratulating.   The Oak water Linda, Farres Akiki`s widowed testified: I had a nine years old daughter, whom was permanently ill. This was caused by a  high fever. She was checked by many physicians, and got no result.    After the visit for saint Sharbel, I started giving her water of that oak branch.    This one night, the church was all adorned. So my daughter asked her oncle to go visit and see the ornament, he objected, telling her how ill is she. And she said: no oncle, the saint appeard to me and told me,< you are going to sleep tonight, and tomorrow you will wake up with a regular body temperature of 37 (cellcuse)>.    This what happened. And she got healed, thanks to God.   The healing of the spirit The healing of Boulos, had its influence on the region. Big part of people came back to the faith more then before.     Boulos had not enough warmth, in persevering religious dutys. But after the healing took place in his life, his fever augmented thousand percent. And he started persevering to approach holy sacrements, Masses,  confessions, and also attending church conventions or assemblys. People who was away from the church, came back with warmth. They start coming frequently to the church. Among them, someone named philip Asaad, who was also away from the church. Now he is first among active and zealous members. And he says, [ I was one who does not like church. But today, I like attending daily masses, and I also like to take costumers every day to saint Sharbel (he was a cab driver) to take advantage from the visit].    Anyone of Boulos neighborhood or connections got sick, Boulos ask his sister in law, to give him water of that oak tree branch for healing. Some muslims people ask him relics of saint Sharbel. (Boulos lived in an islamic neighborhood). And he gave them.

Sister Mary Abel Kamary

complete health Sister Mary was since her youth, living the common life of a christian villager girl. At home and in school.    She later on joined the monastery, and became a legal nun. She was striving for sanctity. With a very good manner, and a good example to others, she was very pious, zealous, of a good spirit, nice behavior, and a clear mind. Very diligent in doing some work, she had sobriety, and wisdom in her precisions, enlighted, sharp mind, just judgment, strong will. And she is someone who measure things with her mind, not with her emotions.    She became a teacher, in the elementary school, which belong to the Jesuits.    She also had a very good health conditions, and a strong body.   chronic sickness   New year`s day 1936, sister Mary got inflicted by vomiting, that stayed with her for a while.    The mother-superior checked on her, and brought her, doctor John Shamy. And after checking her, and see how healthy she was, with a strong body, he said: this is nothing but a nervous situation of the system, coming from her sharp mood. He informed to treat her with a standard medication like some carbon.    But vomiting kept going, and increases day after day. And her body was lessening. Even though, she kept persuing her duty in school, regurarly till the end of the scholastic year.    The day of the exams, she was attacked by a dizziness, and she couldn`t continue doing her job.    She was sent to rest. The next day, she was trying to get up. Here she start sweating, and passed out.    She was so skinny at that time, and already lost thirty kilograms.    She went to doctor Yousef Hetteh. And when he saw her that skinny, down to the bones. He gave his guidance, to be well fed, and rest, and change climat, and said: we cannot give her any treatment nor pass any surgery, with such conditions.(that she is very skinny).    She was sent to Ain Zheltah, (village in the south), but it wasn`t fittable for her. She got caught by diarrhea, and start vomiting untill she got exhausted. From there she was sent to Hemmana, (village in the mountain), where an egyptian physician consulted her Joseph Marajel, a specialist for stomachache. He happen to be there for summer vacation. He gave her a treatment for eight days, with a special diet program. Vomiting had diminished, considering the small amount of food, and its light quality. Then the doctor, ordered an X-Ray. And the result was an enormous ulcer in the intestin. The doctor gave her as treatment some injection. But no result.    After that she was sent to doctor Baaqlyni. And when this one consulted her, he start blaming and cursing the pysicians who treated her untill now.    And she was  deliverd to the Sacred Heart, the french hospital, in Beirut. So they execute for her a treatment of  series of injections, serum and a stomach wash, by a hose. Vomiting kept increasing, and blood is showing in the stools.    She was X-Rayed again. Doctor Baaqlyni then decided a surgery. So the surgery was done, in the presence of doctor, Ibrahim Abou Haidar, and a list of other adjoining doctors. The surgery took two and half an hour. They found the gallbladder the kidney and the intestin are connected together.    She stayed in the hospital for over thirty days. And the cut was left open for excretion of pus, thrue a tube that was connected to her belly. Later on when the the cut was stiched out. She start vomiting again more then before. And some yellow to greenish liquid was seen when she throw up. They assumed (doctors), this is a result of a nervous act.    They tried to keep away from her the recipient where she do vomit in. And she tryed to press on herself not to throw up. But in vain.    Then she received another surgery, and that was for four and a half hour. Doctors found this time, that the gallbladder, kidney and intestin sticked again together, and not only that, but the liver and all the intetins are now sticking with together.    Doctor Baaqlyni couldn`t finish the surgery, because her heart was running with hundred and seventy beat per minute.    He lost hope of achieving all the seperations of all the organs. So he gave up, then left her alone, to God`s mercy.    Her condition became critical. Therefore she received the sacrament of Annointing for death. And she stayed under risk for a while.    She ubstained from eating. And she was nourishing from the serum only. Later on she started eating again, and again she`s back throwing up, this time lesser then before. Doctor Baaqlyni foretold that this is only a momentary recovering attributed to the inner cleaning he achieved in the surgery.    She left the hospital in mid october, aiming to Bekfaya,where she stayed three months. And vomiting start increasing again.    About 1938 she was sent to doctor Kalimat, in Hotel Dieu hospital. He indicated to extract the gallbladder. She refused after taking the permission of her superior, seeing what she went thrue for no result.    Then she was sent to the monastery of the beginners for rest. Right there she spent many years, between life and death.    She wasn`t given big job to do, but teaching catechism, and giving some personal lessons.    In the beginning she was walking back and forth in the monastery, without no one`s help. But because of to much vomiting, she got very weak, and she could`ve not walk without a crutch, and a nun to lean on.    In mid 1941, she had a stroke, she turned dumb, her right hand was paralyzed, and she had severe pain in her spine, up to the back of her head, to where she couldn`t sit anymore.    She had more then one stroke, which put her just near death. And father Yousef, the youth preacher gave her again the death annointing. After seven days, she got just a bit better, but her hand stayed inoperative, and the pain in her back stayed still.    Doctor Abi Haidar, and doctor Michel Farhat, from Hammana, agreed, that the cause of this Crisis, was weakening and dryness in the bones and in the vains, coming from bad nourishment.    Her hand stayed inoperative for seven years. And one day got healed because of annointing her with   some soil. The mother superior had brought it from Rome. That healing took place the following day of the annointing.    Then she stayed like this, untill 1950. Crisis flares much often, and vomiting accompanied her. Then her teeth got ruined. And worst she became.    Doctor Hikmat Jabbour was consulting her, and kept saying her sickness is uncurable. Her stomach is not able to hold even light food, nor any liquid. Father Yousef the Jesuit, the youth preacher said, he does not understand how possible, sister Mary Abel still alive, since she vomit any thing she eat. And every time he sees one of her nun`s sister, he asked if sister Mary was still alive?!    She remained in bed, ajoining with the recipient for vomiting. Then she could`ve no more get up from the bed. And every body was expecting her death, at any moment.    In her sickness she showed extraordinary virtues: her patience, her smiley face, her longing for prayers, and her  complete surrounding to God`s will. Sometimes they called her: nun saint.   They brought her to die in here She heard news about saint Sharbel`s miracles. And his picture is on her bed, and she is wearing his relics on her neck.    She, before visited him was imploring him, saying: if you have the will to cure me let me see you in a dream.    Not to long after that, she saw him in a dream. He appeard to her wearing a white garment, standing next to her bed, extending his hands above her, then dissapeard.    Another time he appeard to her in a dream, and gave her the blessing.    The first time he appeard to her, she told the nuns. And they asked her if he look like the picture that present him, where he is drawn kneeling on that reed platform, which was the only known photo for saint Sharbel, back then. She answered: no he does not look like that! So they said back: then this is not him.    However this did not weakend her faith in him. Also she never asked to visit him, but she wished of. Knowing for sure he`s going to heal her.    In July-11-1950, she visited saint Sharbel, accompanied, with mother Isabelle Ghrayeb, the mother superior of Jbeil monastery whom she was insesting telling, sister Mary`s mother superior of how dueable is taking her to Ennaya`s monastery. Also with Matyld Zanbaka Al-Bawshriyeh monastery mother superior, the elementery teacher mother Bernadette Neffaa, and sister Leotinyn Rahmeh.    In the way there, she was very disturbed. She was vomiting all the way up. The car was stopping every other moment, so the nuns give her injections. They were scared she may die, on the road. They even thought to have her resting in Jbeil monastery, one night before getting to Ennaya. But she refused.    And after five hours on the roads. Finally they arrived, but she was decayed. She was brought out of the car on a seat. People around her, seeing how she look, said: how narrow minded are these Jesuit nuns! They brought her to die in here! Let her die on her bed at home!   Throw me with the poors Michel El-Sroujey, victor Ghawi, and fouad El-Sayegh, official employees, of the health squad departement, for Ennaya`s monastery, carried her to the tomb, on a chair.    Upon entering the tomb area, and upon laying her hand on that peace of marble that is on the tomb, she felt like a tremor in her back, and a power entering her body. And also she felt the presence of the saint in that place; the feeling she didn`t have, nor before the empty coffin, or in the church, but at the active tomb where the saint`s body exist (there are some empty coffin there, where the saint`s body was layed, throughout the examining period, by the order of the head church).    Then she was taken to a room  where she was layed down on a bed, which was prepared for her. She was offered some fruit. The minute she ate she throow up. At night she told mother superior Isabelle Ghrayeb: I don’t sleep on a spring bed. Throw me with the poors, on the floor by the tomb`s Ground! But she answered: there is no  room for you by the tomb!. So she submited and said to saint sharbel: Look you are a monk, and so do I, you know what obedience is. So I obey, and the rest is on you.    Then she pass that night praying with the nuns, in a room that was prepared for them.    The next day, early morning, the nuns participated, in a procession for the holy Host, then a Liturgy, then after Holy Communion. She was put in the tomb`s room before the marble of the sepulcher. Right there she participated, with three Masses. Also she was sharing with people, their cases and pray like them: they cry, so she did! they mourn, also she did!.    An extraordinary state of prayer was shadowing over, in the room, with a special common loving feelings.    At that point she start feeling, painfull anguish in her haunch, and more in her right knee, but she foresaw goodness in that, and said to herself: he is healing me no doubt! Because she heard before: that if he is willing to heal, he increases pain.   A touch from God At nine fifteen AM, after finishing a walk that was held, from the monastery to the cell, (where saint Sharbel lived) mother Izabelle, came back and proposed to Mary, to join her for breakfast, maybe she can have little thing to eat or drink. She refused and said: it is better for me to stay here and pray! Leave me and go I`m not coming out of here but walking on my feet! She left her and gone.    After a little while, the health squad team came to do the cleaning, and spray the hall with the (D-D-T), for insects. So they mooved the sicks to the outside. When they arrived to sister Mary, she ask them to put her in the front of the tomb, from the outside. They picked her up with the chair she was sitting on, and they puted her where she wished . After finishing spraying. They brought her back in. so she thank them saying: I already botherd you twice picking me up! But this one is the last!. And she sat before the tomb starring on that marble over the tomb, it was like something attracking her! She couldn`t even moove her eyes away from it! She was taken with the site.    Beside her there was this blind man, whom he was touching with his eyes that marble, while saying: have mercy on me Oh God, have mercy on me… then he lift up his head and try to open his eyes with his hands, and he repeated that act many times.    Her pain was yet still continuous. And while she was praying she looked, where saint Sharbel`s name is incised, on that peace of marble, and saw! it was weted out with couple drops of what may look like water, these drops was held in place!    She rejoiced and said to herself: this is for me! and she willed to take a napkin, and catch these drops, then rub her stomach and her body, with it then stand and walk    And so she did, she took a napkin, and tryed to stand up, there was this one women trying to help her, she refused help, but insisted to make it on her own! And when she put the napkin on that marble, it turned wet, she was so impressed, and start rubing her stomach, her spine, and her haunchs. But no one else had seen the drops of that water but her!    Now she turn to see around her, if her sisters nuns was there so they witness and rejoice her healing miracle, especially how hard they work helping her all these years. So she found some of them, and she asked the nurse, to call for mother Bernadette. The nurse rushed and brought her. Mary stood next to her and handed her the cain she was leaning on, and stood up straight! And shouted with loud voice: moove (in plural)! Make room for me! Then she walked! Her steps in the beginning was stable and firm, she was lifting her feet, above the standard measurement, then she didn’t take to long to walk like everybody. The people around her cheering and applauding.    Next to her there was this one sheeite muslim man, who have seen her when she first arrived to the monastery and how she was, and seeing her now getting heald, he raised his voice shouting: I want to become christian.    People start snatching her clothes! The bells runged! the crowds acclaimed. Sister Izabelle Ghrayeb hearing that, her body shiverd, she was deeply touched and said to herself, I hope of God, our nun have walked! She rushed out between hope and fear! and met sister Matild Zanbaka shouting and saying: sister Mary Abel is walking!.    Father Ageya, walked slowly, he was also deeply touched, arriving to the church, he entered, And his knees was shaking, he could`ve barely stand up, because of the influence of the incident, the church was packed with people. And one of the monks, was giving a sermon, with a fiery zeal, talking about, the authority of God and the intercession of saint Sharbel, while sister Mary Abel was standing on the stairs of the Altar like a candle stick, just straight, starring at the priest and listening to his words. When the sermon was over, father Ageya felt he is mooved to speak, so he recall for, repentance and faith. The audience was crying of joy and participated with his feelings.    After the procession of the holy Host. They celebrated a cult of veneration, a procession around the church, for over two hours, sister Mary participated with, and did not feel tired. She was even jumping over the blocks of stones that was piled in the yards of the monastery. Michel Al-Sroujey came and picked her up again, as he did when she was all crippled. He was shouting to the crowds saying: look people, nothing is difficult for God! look who is picking up  who! Wow to whom he have no faith!   Who is Michel Al-Sroujey   I was a sick man, since 1947, untill May-9-1949. I had a joints illness. And the sickness reached to the internal and exterior membrane of the heart, and caused me an infection, that put me off work. Which then results of puting me to retirement, from my job at the police. November first 1949 I left the office.    The next month, December-27-1950, at 5:00PM. I was riding a bus, when a quarrel happened between me and this one man, named Victor El-Khoury from Al-Hadath Beirut. The bus stopped and he ends up giving me a kik by his foot when I was at the door. I fell on the ground, and my back hited the edge of the sidewalk, I passed out.    This has resulted of breaking me, two vertebras of my spine, the twelve`th and the thirteen`th. Which paralyzed my legs and my urinal. This was confirmed after X-Rayes, by physicians which I do carry their certifications with me.    I stayed like this untill May-9-1950, when I heard about saint Sharbel`s miracles.    I asked my wife to take me to visit the tomb of father Sharbel. She prepared a car, and she asked her cousin, father Boutros Al-Tannoury the general deputy of the Maronite monastics in Aleppo Syria back then, to join us for the monastery.    I was carried to the car. And aimed to the monastery.    I was so disturbed in the way there, and my heart was in a very bad condition.    When I arrived to the monastery. I was checked by physicians appointed by the monasticism, whom they are, doctor Ibrahim Bakhos, doctor Sakher El-Khazen, and doctor Antoine El-Beaayni. They reported that I was in a critical condition. Their report is registered in the memorandum of the monastery.   I was carried down to the sepulcher of the saint, but I couldn`t enter because of the crowds. So the people brought me back up to the church.    I approched confession, and confessed standing up, the priest was holding me, and another priest, father Gebrayel was holding me also by my side, I was tired from that position. Then I was picked up to the holy Altar table and partaked of the holy Communion. After that I was carried again down to the sepulcher, and stayed before the tomb layed down on the grownd, surrender myself to crying and imploring, of a wounded inside.    After three quarter of an hour, I felt all my joints shuddering, and somehow I felt suffocating. I stood up quickly, my body was shaking, I blew up mourning and I screemed all at once like someone was just frightened!    Right there, was this one man named Espiro, who was putting marbles for the floor of the sepulcher. He was just started, and placed only three marbles.    He went out  and spoke openly that a miracle had happened to me!    I aimed toward the door shivering, walking like a baby in his first step! Then I heard the bells ringing and the women trilling, and people shouting: miracle! Miracle!    I took a napkin to dry out my face that it was sweating, the napkin was wetted out with a yellow liquid, I proceeded and found a frock hanged on the wall, by the church door, I wiped my face with it, then people burst forth, toward that frock, and teared it apart among themselves as blessings. Then I walked to the church alone without leaning on anybody, so I visited the holy Host.    After that I was brought to a room, where Master Boulos Salami was layed sick, on a carriage bed, I was yet heald for only fifteen minutes, I approched him and told him: Master of poets, may God give you healing, like he did to me. Then people was crowding in that room to look at me.    Then doctor Sakhr El-Khzaen came, and checked me. He had me taking of all my clothes, and start checking my heart, and knocking on it with his hand, he checked all my body and found me just in a good condition.    After that I dismissed the case I had opened, in the criminal court against Victor Khoury, for the gratitude saint Sharbel, had offered me.   The presence of God At night, sister Mary Abel along with some nuns climed to the cell (saint Sharbel`s) walking, from the point of the car drop, (about half a mile) and spent the night sitting on a chair, before the recluse`s cell.    In the morning she went back to Bekfaya, and the congregation of the monastery there, was rejoicing. She had breakfast with them, this time without vomiting.    She start again doing hard work both, mental and physical, like the best nuns whom they are in a complete health conditions. But she kept taking some vitamins, because as it was mentioned, she already lost her teeth, which unable her of receiving enough nourishment.    The chance for her zeal, came back even wider then before.    One time she was giving a speach, telling the story of her healing, before a large community in Hemmana, among the crowds, there was this one durzy man, (a similar religion of islam) he cried when he heard the story of her healing.

Iskandar Obeid

the wounding of the eye, and a first healing Iskandar Obeid was hit in his right eye with a fiery splinter, while working as a blacksmith. The wound was infected, and caused him, a loss of sight. Along with doctor Toufiq Salhab, he headed to this one frensh specialist for eye sight, doctor Dober Long. The doctor checked him and found the wound is on the whitening of the eye. Then gave him as treatment, injections in the hand for seventeen days, which enable him to gain part of his sight. He became able to see big things, but not things small in details, nor can read. His mother already took a vow for him, to saint Nohrah Asmar-Jbeil. Later on when he recoverd, he payed the visit to saint Nohrah, to pay the vow. And  spent the night in the church. He slept and saw himself in a dream standing with, priest Gerges Labakey, the servant of his congregation back then; he saw him chanting at the reader stand, then he handed him the Senexarian to read. Iskandar answerd: my eye hurting father, I can not read! Then he stinged him with his staff strongly and said: I told you take and read! Then he wokes up from his dream, dread and terrified, not even knowing where is he at. Then he took a lamp that was on the bench, litted up, then realise he was still in the church. Right away he start pondering, what possibly that could be, then he closed his left eye and read with ease. He knew he was healed. He gaved thanks to God and saint Nohrah. And he stoped going after physicians.    A long term pain In year 1937, Iskandar was with his brother in law in Bhersaf (village in Lebanon), for the election day. While walking on the road along with his brother in law Asaad Sharbel, he was pushing away from his face, a cypress tree branch, then left it all at once, it happen that the branch, was slamed back and hit his right eye. A hit made him going out of his mind, because of its heavy impact. Instantley he lost his sight. He screemed out of pain to his brother in law: Asaad I lost my eye.    They took a car and went straight to Baabdat (village in Lebanon).    Seeing doctor Salhab, again he recommended, to go straight to Beirut. they did and went to doctor Nephrey Khalaf, together with doctor Dober Long the french. After examination they recommended to rest for one week lying in bed on his back, and to keep his vision fixed on one point. He did that for seven days, with the eye fixed on one point in the ceiling. At the second day, he gained back his vision, but not completely. He start seeing and distinguishing things, and faces, from About seven yards away. He stood up to go to the doctor as recommended. Now he felt like something fell on his eye and   covered it, he couldn`t see no more. That was to hard for him. The doctor told him again to lay back on his back this time for fifteen days, presuming that the eye retina was ripted of, and it may mend again this way. He went back to his bed and did  what the doctor had recommended. He gained back his vision, but after fifteen days, when he was trying to stand up same thing happened again, and he lost his vision one more time. He went back to doctor Nephrey, now he kept him in the hospital for ten days. But he gained nothing. When doctor Nephrey saw this. He orderd an immediate surgery to plug his eye out. He refused and left the hospital.    He checked many other eye specialists, among them Habib Abella,  Shahin El-Saliby, Philip Touma, and doctor Oliger, but in vain. And that last one had reveald to him saying: Your eye is out of order permanentley, and had adviced me not to go check any other physician any more! But consider yourself born with one eye!.    Afterward he submitted his case to God`s will. He forgot about his eye and went back to his job, as a blacksmith. He wasn`t feeling well especially when he had a very delicate job, which require to be very fine and accurate. He then used to ask someone else help, to check for him, whether the job was well done or not, that his eye went completely blind.    Things went so difficult for him. Pain was coming back every once a while, from fatigue and heat. Doctor Touma alerted doctor Toufiq Salhab: that it is better for him to plug that eye out, so it don’t deactivate the other. But he refused.    I am calling you today for visiting me People was prompting to go visit saint Sharbel, after his healing miracles became very famous. They called for Iskandar to join them more then once, but he refused, and left his wife go alone. she came back with some blessings: cotton with oil and, a small peace of saint Sharbel`s clothe. She rubed his eye with it.    Iskandar decided to pray the niner Rosary for a demand of healing. And asked saint Sharbel to inspire him, to visit him, whenever he decided to heal him. The first niner Rosary passed, and yet no answer. He repeated the petition, second time, third and forth. And nothing he received. Then he kept on praying.    One night while sleeping, a monk came to him and told him: I am calling you today to visit me.    The next day when he wakes up. He told his family: I`m going to saint Sharbel, today. His wife objected saying wait at least, so I prepare for you, a meal for the journey. His son asked him to wait untill Saturday, so he will have the chance to join him without missing school. He refused, and insisted to go.    He rolled down to Beirut, it was a Tuesday, October-17-1950. He took a cab, along with one polish, and two russian ladys.    Upon their arrival to saint Maroun`s monastery they visited the church, then shooted down to the sepulcher, where they stayed praying untill eleven at night. Then everybody went to sleep, except some people, and Iskandar stayed with them praying untill after midnight.    The next day, he aimed to kfarkeddeh village in Jbeil region, to visit a friend (a close village to the monastery).    In the way there, pain started in his eye, with tears. He spent a blank night in kfarkeddeh, he couldn`t sleep. He wasn`t knowing why.    Thursday morning he went back to his village Baabdat. Yet he did not loose hope. But he was saying to himself: my time did not come yet. And the pain was increasing little by little.   I`m going to get you some powder for your eye Friday october-20, while working in his shop; pain increased much on him, but he beard it all day.    Coming back home at night, he met with Mary El-Jemayel`s father, riding on his chariot. He asked him to fix a screw that was broken in the chariot. Iskandar apologysed saying: I`m tired and my eye is hurting me too much! The man answered quickly: your eye is going to heal! These words gave him big hope, so he turned back and opened the shop for him and fixed him his chariot. Then went back home.    Now at home he was washing his face and tears was droping heavily from his eye, like a faucet, and the pain increased unbearbly. The pain kept increasing up to where he start crying. His family was so worried, and his wife was insisting to call for a doctor, or at least using some eye drops for pain relief. He refused at all, and kept on suffering. He was then saying: Oh Lord, either take my eye off and and release me or, give me healing!. He stayed like this untill, 4-AM, then fainted out from fatigue and sleepiness. He slept on a cushion he was lying on.    Now he saw in a dream, that he came to saint Moses`s monastery on a truck, carying iron, along with a driver, whom he is a partner of the monastery. Then when they were unloading the truck, the driver took a staff of iron and hit him on the eye, so he screemed: I lost my eye!. People at home woke up on his voice screeming, they saw him all sweat and his body was shivering from cold. Another ten minutes, he covered himself and slept again.    He start dreaming again. This time he saw a monk with gray hair emerging, and asked him what is the matter with you? He answered: I lost my eye! The monk answered back: why don’t you speak it out? Tomorrow I`ll get you powder (medicine) for your eye. He entered the church, and came back with that powder, and spinkled it in the sick eye. Then he told him: close your eye. He closed his eye, and opened it again, then he did not see the monk! He saw the asfalt of the road near him cracked of with -----karshouny------ language, was written: Sharbel, God`s servant.   I can see He woke up frightened, he call his wife, and told her: take a look of my eye, see if it`s swelling? For the monk who appears  to me in dream, and puted the powder in my eye, told me: it is going to swell, but fear not. His wife looked and saw it was puffed out from the eyebrow down to the cheek! Now he knew, that the saint has visited him!    He asked for saint Sharbel`s photo, his wife brought him one, so he covered with one hand his whole eye, and caught the photo with the other hand, and looked at it, he nevertheless seeing it clearly! He shouted I can see! He kissed the photo crying, and knelt down and prayed.    He closed his left eye, and looked, he saw at about some seven yards away master Elyas, in his bed, this man was an agent for the DMV, and he was a tenant in his property, and he shouted at him: master Elyas I can see, I am seeing you! Elyas start forming signs to verify that, and Iskandar was seeing every thing; master Elyas jumped from his bed, knelt down and start kissing the floor (it is a way of humbling oneself before God) and thanking! And the whole house stood up cheering and thanking. The neighbors woke up at the noise and saw Iskandar`s house all litted up, so they came to check the matter. And when they knew they rejoiced with him, among them was doctor Toufiq Salhab. At night his son doctor Emile Salhab came and verified his healing   The healing of the spirit Iskandar was religious and a good man, practicing his religion dutys in deed and in faith. He was a religious Ideal in his village Baabdat. So if per example he was absent, means he was at saint Moses`s monastery, or saint Iseiah. His noblety and faithfulness increased after the marvel, that happened to him.    And that marvel created, in Baabdat and all regions, an up side down turning, in spirituality and morals, among people; we start seeing people who was away, and do not practice religion, now they do, and others whom used to come to church as a habit, now they do in faith and fever.

 

He hunged his scrutches at the sepulcher
Najib Tabet testified: I went to visit Sharbel. There was a disable man at his sepulcher whom I knew from my home town, Furn El-Shebback. He use to lean on two scrutches, and beg to live.

   This man touched the marble`s sepulcher with his hand and rubed his legs. Then slept a night next to the sepulcher.

   The next morning, he stood up and start jumping like a deer. Then he hunged his scrutches at the sepulcher
 

untill it deformed his eyes sight

   The year of 1955, Father Mbarak Tabet testified: My nephew Abdo a fourteen years old boy, was born with a tumor on the upper side of his cheeks. And it was growing  untill it deformed his eyes sight.

   Physicians was saying, it can not be cured without surgery.

   But his father took a walk from Furn El-Shebback, Beirut to Sharbel`s sepulcher, Ennaya, and back barefooted (about twenty hours walk each way) .

   He came back another time  with his son and visited the saint`s sepulcher and went back home . The following day, the tumor started diminishing and after a while it disappeared completely.
 

She thanked Sharbel whom he directed her to the medicine
 Another testimony for Father Mbarak Tabet in the same of year of 1955: Najibeh my niece wife of Georges Conforty living in Beirut.

   On her Cheek appeard a little pimple, when she was at the Nazarette`s monastery in Beirut. She was getting treated for it but it kept growing and developping untill it cover all her cheek up to half of her mouth. All  physicians of Beirut and groups of physicians, even those coming from Europe not one left, but all have examined her, and none of them could`ve get to cure her.

   She went to Saint Maroon`s monastery Ennaya, and stayed next to Sharbel`s sepulcher, praying and crying, and asking him for curing. She stayed there three days, and when she found she didn`t get cured, she told the saint: I would`ve like to stay here untill I get cured, but my time is over. If you are willing to cure me show me a way that do so.

   She returned back home. Her place is a dulplex, she occupie the down areas, upstairs living her roommates. And as she entered home she went upstairs to see her friend, she saw her little child carrying a small book, she took it from his hand, she opened it, and she found written about a medicine for the same pimple she have. She took the book to doctor Hakim, and showed him the medicine. He saw that was brilliant, then said: we just didn`t think about it, take it and use it.

   She did use that medicine, and within few days she recoverd and the sick side of her cheek was looking almost like the other.

   Right after that she payed a visit to El-Bramiyeh`s monastery to show her people, her cheek so they rejoice with her, and thank with her, Sharbel who leadd her to that medicine.    
 

She Shouted and trilled of joy
   May-5-1950, Gerjourah Aoun from Jdeidat El-Matn testified: Tanios my son caught a lung desease in one of his lungs, when he was six months old. Doctor Shekrey Al-Hasrey treated him. He became well only for one day.Then the next lung caught the same desease, and the boy was in a risky condition. Then after two months of treating, the risk had gone. But he became so weak, which made him vulnerable to any sickness.

   Many physicians had treated him among them, doctor Phylip Shedid, who kept have him X-Rayed over and over, seeking out the real cause of the sickness, that made his hands stiffed and bended his legs. The X-Rayed photos revealed, he had weakness in the bones.

   And in vain physicians treated him with needles and pills, it was just of no benefit. But in the contrary, he became worse. And he couldn`t walk but with a big effort. He was swaying on both sides. His belly got inflated, and his right hand got stiffed, he couldn`t lift it up to his mouth to eat, but he was using his left hand.

   He stayed like this untill we heard about Sharbel`s miracles, and we was affirmed of its authenticity, through the miraculous healing that occured with Akl Wakim, whom we both live in the same building.

   May fifth-1950, we headed to Ennaya, with hearts full of faith and certainty in God that he is going to fulfill our demand through his servant father Sharbel.

 We was eight people, among us a Checkoslovakian Jewish man Mr Chervanka.

   When we arrived to the monastery we saw the crowds packing the place, so we couldn`t get to the sepulcher but by cutting through the people, and that was a hard task to achieve.

   When we reached the sepulcher I bowed down before it and I indicated to my son to prostrate next to the wall where behind it sits the tomb. I started touching the wall by my hand and rubing my son`s body and massaging his stiffed parts. I was praying with fever and piety saying: My Lord! If I was a sinner and not fitting to receive the fulfillment of my demand, just look after this child who did not yet accumulated seven years of his age, and he have no guilt that deserve such a punishment, have mercy on him and give him the healing through the intercession of father Sharbel. I also taught my son to ask the healing of God through his faithfull worshiper father Sharbel.

   The crowds was packing the place looking to get closer, I had to give them the chance, so I withdrawed back with my son Tanios. And as he was walking before me, I saw his shoulders straight, and his walk are natural, I thought I am seeing this because I am under the influence of an illusion, or I am overwhelmed by the need of healing, but when my wife saw our son walking straitght she shouted and trilled of joy.     
 

I will pray alone
   Montaha Daher from Bkasyn testified: I caught a high fever when I was one year old, it created me a hunch in the left side of my back, and it was growing over the time.

   When I visited Sharbel`s sepulcher in May-11-1950, I stood up afar from the tomb, because of the crowds and said to him: I am not disturbant like the others, I am only reciting to you one time the Our Father and Hail Mary, asking you to grant prosperity to both of my orphans nieces. And I for myself will ask you for nothing because I am fifty already, and not much, what is left for me to live. Just keep my eye safe, so I can keep doing my job, (which is tailoring).

   I retuned to Beirut without feeling anything. The night of May-15, I have seen in my dream, that I am in a church surrounded by my relatives, so I told them: share with me in the prayer, they answered back: we are doing a job, we can not share with you. Then I told: better leaving, I will pray alone. Then I woke up, it was four thirty in the morning, I stood up at the mirror and start wearing my clothes, and how strongly astonished was I, when I saw my hunch disappeard.
 

 You are annoying us with your prayer, (if it was gonna rain, there must be some clouds first!)

   May-14-1950, -----Hesen----- Al-Mhayar testified: My right leg was shorter then the left, I was born with it. I used to walk bended, and I always felt, the bone of my wrist is bulged out. That deformity was very painfull. And it always hurted me seeing my friends walking naturaly, and I bended.

   Then when Sharbel`s miracles appeared, my cousin told me about it; I thought he is moking me. But he affirmed to me that truth.

   Since that time I started praying and asking God to heal me of my disability, at his servant`s hand Sharbel.

   One of these nights, while sleeping I screemed: Sharbel is in our house. Without seeing him.

   May-8-1950, I went with my sister and my cousins to Ennaya`s monastery. About a kilometer before reaching the monastery, I stoped the car, and took a walk straight to the sepulcher. Right there, I knelt down on my knees , and my heart was filled with faith and certitude, that God is going to respond to my demand.

   We stayed there about half an hour, then I went up to the church, and settled down for the night, because when we reached the monastery, it was already seven o`clock at night. We stayed there,  praying for hours.

   In the morning, people was mooving forward to partake of the holy Communion, I approached and partaked with them.

   After Communion, and while still in the church praying, I felt too much pain in my hip. I returned and visited the sepulcher and took as relics, some soil some blessed water and some blessed oil from it. And because I had a strong faith I ate of that soil, and I took some and hanged it on my bad hip, and I wiped the marble of the tomb with my napkin and rubed my hip also with it. Also again when I wanted to leave the monastery, I went to the sepulcher, and kissed its wall, and I said to Sharbel: I am leaving don`t forget me.

   I returned back home, and I was praying and supplicating God the most high, like I used to do before.

   Yet the pain in my hip stayed like it was in the church.

   The next day May-tenth, I dreamed while sleeping, that it is due to warm up the blessed oil I got, and rub my leg with. I did not respond in the beginning. Beside that I used to rub my hip  with the blessed water, I used to hear it cracking.

   I went with my mother to visit some relatives, and the pain was accompanying me always. About four thirty in the after noon, we headed back toward the house, and I was praying in the way home, my mother blamed me saying: you are annoying us with your prayer, if it was gonna rain,  there must be some clouds first,( a lebanese way of indicating , no hope). I answered my mother: you are commiting a fault by doubting, and my faith still like it was, and I `ll be heald in God`s willing. When for my sister Aafaf she was sharing the prayer with me.

 When I reached home, I warmed up the blessed oil and rubed my leg with it, and I brought the photo of the Lady of the Rosery and two candles I also got them from father Sharbel`s sepulcher, I litted them and put them before the icon, which it start having some drops like someone sweat, I start touching it and rubing my leg with it. And I start hearing the cracking again. Finally I took the measurement of my legs and found them equal. Then I start walking like the rest of the people. And I have all confidence that God responded to my petition, by the intercession of Sharbel.   
 

She was praying one time and chanting another

   May-24-1950, Badawi Nasr from Tarablous testified: When my daughter Juliette was born she was in a complete health. Then when she started walking, her mother and I noticed, she`s tottering. We was thinking this is because of her been a baby.

   When she became two, her swaying grew up. We verified and found her legs are not equal in height.

   We took her to our very friend, doctor Abd El-Latif Bysar. He examined her diligently and urged a surgery for her.

   He passed her the surgery with lots of care and finesse. Then we`re backed home with our daughter. And she stayed  in bed for six months, suffering pain.

   In the end, doctor Rabbat took off the -----gypsum-----. He found the surgery has not succeded. So he passed her another surgery. Again Juliette haded to stay another six months in bed. Now it is time to take the -----gypsum-----off, doctor Rabbat did; and he was grieved finding out this surgery also failed. He said: I am flying to Germany and at my return, I will pass her a third surgery hopefully will be successful. Her mother did not accept.

   Two years ago we took Juliette to doctor Frisho in Beirut and after very delicate examination, he said that he will pass her a surgery but he do not guarantee the healing, and that he will keep the tottering as is but he will prevent its growth, but she had to stay three months in bed. Juliette this time refuses and said: God will help me and will remove my tottering gradualy.

   Juliette stayed in her condition till the end of April-1950. Then in May-5, she went with her mother and brother, to visit Sharbel`s sepulcher. They stayed there two Hours, then returned to Tarablous. In may-19, Juliette headed to Beirut with her sister, and right there she met with a group of ladys seeking to visit Sharbel. The next day they all together went and stayed all day in the monastery. Then when they willed to go back to Beirut, Juliette refused to go Back with her sister. But she stayed in the monastery desiring to make a blank night in praying. She did and made that night live, praying to God in faith, fever and piety, imploring him to comply to her petition and lavish to her the healing through the intercession of his servant Sharbel. She was praying one time and chanting another.

   At three in the morning, there was a procession for the Virgin Lady, Juliette knelt down on her knees, when she couldn`t do before but on one knee. At that point she felt a strong shuddering throughout all her body, she was scared it may be a strike of a high fever, she started crying. Then she went to Sharbel`s sepulcher, asking him having pity on her, she said in fever: Oh our father Sharbel I am satisfied with what I was before, bring me back to my parents the way I was, and you can heal these people laying down before your sepulcher. That shudder stayed about an hour.

   When the morning rises, Juliette returned to Tarablous with some friends.

   Here she felt complete changing in her body, her legs came back equal, as a natural state, she became whole and healthy, walking easely without disturbance. Through the intercession of saint Sharbel, we thanked god for our daughter whom she owe him her life.
 

He asked for a piece of cotton wetted with the blessed oil

   June-6-1950, doctor Iskandar El-Ghrayeb testified: My grandson Samy, of my son Elyas, was attacked with-----شلل الاطفال-----in his right leg, when he was two years old. Then after recovering of the high fever, he started walking on his toes to keep balance and to prevent tottering. Then that caused to him having a swell in the higher part of his foot, that looks like an arch. He started wearing a four centimeters higher boot to bring it equal to the left.

   Now he is twelve years old, he informed his father, that Miss Juliette Nasr, was heald of tottering she was strickend by, in her childhood, after she visited Sharbel`s sepulcher.

   He asked her for a piece of cotton, wetted with the blessed oil, she brought it with her.

   He annointed his crippled leg, and it just became natural, and he was able to walk on the palm of his foot. The swell in his foot disappeared. He took away his higher boot.

   Today he walks, and boths legs are equal. We thanked God for such an extraordinary reslut.

like a crazy

   June-9-1950 Mariam Akoury, from Aajaltoun testified: I head migraine, for eighteen years. And the pain caused me nervous crisis, making me like a crazy. In the beginning it use to strike me once a month, then it start increasing, and lately it start to happen several times every hour sometimes.

   Jesus`s Heart hospital`s phisician doctor John Kirkyan treated me about ten years ago. He passed a surgery for me, in my head, and extract, the sum of about 500 grames of-----عمل-----. I rested for some eight months.

   Then the crisis attacked me again. And I went back to doctor Kirkyan for several times, he prescribed for me some injections and many different medicines. But it helpd me not.

   Then for years ago, I went to doctor Phylip Touma, and after he consulted me twice, he stated that my healing is not prospective.

   I went back to doctor Kirkyan, then doctor Mounir Kenaan, whom he prescribed for me some analgesic injections. But in the contrary pain start increasing instead of decreasing.

   The crisis became so intense, I started having pain in that bone close to my left ear, were I couldn`t eat or sleep unless I hold that sick bone in my hand. Again doctor Mounir Kenaan gave me more of injections, without any benefit.

   And for this matter my niece came to me with some blessed water and a piece of cotton wetted with blessed oil, from Sharbel`s sepulcher. As soon as I annointed my head with that cotton and drinked of that water, I immediately felt the routed of pain.    
 

   June-10-1950, Sheikh, (muslim clergy) Mahmoud Taqey El-Dyn testified: four years ago I started feeling degradation in the hearing of my right ear, and it was lessening over the years, untill it was about to get muted.

   About two years ago, doctor Oliver checked my ear, then doctor Dyab, whom both agreed that the ------طبلة-----is pierced and there is no hope for its healing.

   I was mooved by a higher call, I couldn`t resist it, to go to Ennaya. Where I headed an visited Sharbel`s sepulcher, asking his intercession.

   I stayed there around ten minutes. Then returned to Beirut, without any strange feeling. But after several days I noticed I started hearing with my sick ear.

   June-23-1950, Georgette wife of Gergei El-Zeghby testified: Six years ago my husband was sricken, by weakness in his head`s tendons, which caused him a sleepless situation, he also caught crisis, pain in the head twice a day, and a shivering in his body, and because of too much pain he looses his rationalization, and does not know anymore what is he doing nor what is he saying. He became very thin because of lack of sleeping.

 He got treated by physicians, doctor Maurice Nassar, Hanna El-Shemaly, and Maroun Shebr, for six years, and he profited nothing.

   Doctor Hanna El-Shemaly declared to us, that my husband sickness is uncurable.

   When Sharbel`s miracle appeared, I went with my husband accompanied with a group of people, to Ennaya`s monastery, to visit his tomb. we stayed about half an hour, then we roled back.

 Since then, my husband was cured, he started sleeping well all night long, the crisis had gone away, pain, shivering, Dizziness, and mind trouble. And now he is enjoying full health.
 

   Yvone and Janette Hanna Antoune Roukez from El-Batroun, were stricken with an apparent tottering, since they were born.

   Doctor Tawfiq Sarah from El-Batroun, and other physicians have treated them, but never got heald.

   And after their visit to Sharbel`s sepulcher in 1950, they came back whole.
 

      Emile El Khazen recite: the night of July-24-1950, I came to visit Ennaya`s monastery and to have the blessings from father Sharbel`s Sepulcher.

 It was about ten in the night, I climbed to the cell (where saint Sharbel recluses), with my family. I approched confession, and repented of my sins.

   I came back to the monastery about midnight, and shared with the

 Prayers till morning without resting. Then I attended mass and prayed in fever, I repeated my confession, then partaked of the holy communion, then attended another mass.

   After all before leaving I intended to visit the sepulcher. While there it cross my mind to implore pardon with fever, so I prayed and asked father Sharbel to give me the grace of watering my napkin with the plasma that dripp of his body. Within a moment I saw some drops of water on the wall, when the weather was so dry, so I sticked my napkin right by the drops, it absorbe these drops, its color was like dryed blood. I cryed, I kissed the tomb`s marble, and gave thanks. I considered that act, like encouragement for my repentance, and the perseverance on it, the complete believing in God, and his precepts, his representatives, and the holy church.

   About nine o`clock in the morning, I was with my fourteen years old son in the inner courtyard of the monastery, I have seen a man helping thi six years old crippled boy walking on crutches. Stimulated by faith, I did not know how I dared to do that: I shouted to my son Hady saying: son do you want to see this crippled boy walking! He smiled and said: yes! I grabed the boy and set him between my arms, then entered the tomb`s hall, I asked the boy to implore father Sharbel`s affection, and I started my role in praying, I asked father Sharbel the healing of this boy as a proof of absolving me and of accepting my repentance. I stayed like this about some ten minutes, supplicating in faith and fever, then I puted the boy down from my arms and I felt like a voice inside of me saying: he was heald. I threw his crutches to the side, and shouted to him: walk alone with father Sharbel`s protection, and don’t be afraid. The boy walked somehow slowly in the beginning, then his walk started progressing quickly, he walked out to the courtyard. After that he climbed the stairs alone toward the church.

 His parents came and thanked me and told me the story of the boy and how he got crippled by falling from a camel`s back, and broke his legs.
 

   Linda, Tanios El-Awsat`s wife, from Wady Shahrour in may-27-1952 testified: my son Abdo who is seven years old, got hit on his eyes with a stone four and a half years ago while playing with his cousin, and gathering almonds, in its season.

   He got a black eye, then over the time, the blackness was washed away. But he lost his vision, he couldn`t see at all with eye. I was so sad and I dedicated him with a vow to the holy  father Sharbel, and I willed to visited him at the first chance.

   This one day I had the chance to go. A group of people of my home town prepared a visit to the venerated sepulcher. So I brought my son Abdo and went with them to the monastery.

   I presented my son before that piece of marble of the tomb. and I taught him to ask father Sharbel the healing of his eye.

  He did in his childish language and he cryed. Then spontaneously, he start looking and seeing motion before him.

   I tested him by closing him the left eye, which he can see with, and brought before him different things, he was distinguishing it and naming it, correctly. The goups of the visitors gathered around him and each of them was testing him by tern and he passed that exam.

   I do thank God for his grace, and Sharbel for his intercession.
 

   May-18-1952 sister -----Saint Georges-----, from the sacred hearts monastics testified: I am thirty five years old, and eighteen years ago, I had pain in my stomach. Physicians could`ve not guess what the sickness, is.

   Pain was growing and their treatments made it harder. I had an appendix surgery. But the pain stayed still. Then in 1948 I had a doubled surgery, an ulcer and-----مرارة -----but I felt no ease at all. I was always disturbed, could`ve never sleep for fifteen years, because of this very severe pain, that is undescribeble.

   In November-10-1951, pain started days and nights, with heavily vomiting that stays straight for over fifteen minutes. After vomiting I used to feel a gradual weakness, accompanied with severe pain. And afterward disability of eating, sometimes for straight three days.

   And even though, I kept persevering doing my dutys in teaching, because life to me was whether shortened or extended, only its dutys just matters.

   January, fifth, 1952, doctor Faraj Saadeh decided that I needed to see doctor Baaqlyni, because he saw the pain coming from a new ulcer.

   I have seen doctor Baaqlyni, accompanied with sister Consdtat, he checked me and was worried, and ordered an X-Ray. And he told Consdtat: poor is this non!

   Two days later, I felt motivated to pay a visit to father Sharbel and ask him, to stop this vomiting for me, but leave the pain.

   I proposed my idea to my mother superior Isabelle Ghrayeb, She agreed.

   The next day. Even thrue snow condition, I headed to Ennaya, along with my sisters nuns, and some of the students. Then in the after noon we went to the cell. (Sharbel`s cell)

   I was praying and asking for my healing with all my heart.

   After this visit I never vomited again.

   In March-12-1952 after I was treated in Jbeil by doctors Tawileh, Shamy, Shahid and Saadeh.

   I went to the frensh hospital. I had high fever and a hard cough even with the treatments and the needles. I stayed in the hospital nineteen days. Without a benefit, but in the contrary, stomach and chest pain increased, plus vomiting and continious-----حمض-----. I have had to many X-Rays, for the chest, the stomach and the right kidney.

   After all, doctor Baaqliny confessed before the physicians the nurses and some nuns among them sister Germaine, saying: it will be easier for God to create a new creation then to heal this nun. Because her kidney and her left lung are bad  and she have four ulcers in her stomach.

   I left the hospital with an extreme depression, when I knew doctor Baaqliny told my sisters nuns, that he couldn`t do anything to me.

In may-16, I caught a crisis from five AM till eleven thirty AM, I felt nothing is separating me from death but a step.

   Saturday, May-17, I headed along with sister Josephine Mary, to Ennaya to my tender hearted father, the virtuous father Sharbel, where I asked him for healing, and that was under obedience of my superiors, it was there will, that I get cured.

   I had a desire to sleep at the sepulcher, but my sister nun prevented me, considering how cold it was and how weak am I.

   The next day in the morning I felt, great pain from four AM to quarter to twelve noon.

   I felt like an electric circuit passing thrue my back. And with all the pain, I stayed in the church, and attended seven masses. And I was praying with all confidence and fever saying: Oh saint sharbel tender hearted give healing to all the sicks! Oh saint Sharbel the obedient, you got to heal me in fulfilling obedience…

   Twelve at noon, even with all my pain, I felt real hungry. So I ate a loaf of pita bread with labneh (kind of milky cream), when lately I needed five days to finish one loaf of bread.

   At one o`clock I attended last mass. Then I walked with my sister nun to the cell without pain.

 Then in the after noon I understood, that my sister nun like to go back to Jbeil, but she is afraid to leave me alone, thinking that I may go and sleep atthe sepulcher, which is gonna hurt me.

   So I planed to go with her, and we walked out to the courtyard to catch a ride. Then we met with the monastery superior telling me don’t leave untill you get a complete healing. Tonight I`m going to get you a matress, that will enable you to sleep at the sepulcher. I heard these words and my heart rejoiced exultant, now knowing assuredly of my complete healing.

   We entered the sepulcher`s hall at nine thirty at night. My sister nun slept and I stayed awake, writing my promissorys, to father Sharbel: #-1 obedience like his image, because he heald me in responding to obedience. #-2 sacrifice oneself. #-3 the ruled and regulated life. Then I puted these promissorys, on the tomb`s marble, with a white napkin I wiped with it that marble several times. Then I layed down on the matress, and I was asking father Sharbel saying: oh my tender hearted father Sharbel, you have healded me by the merits of the blood of Jesus. And because you already did I ask you fervently, to give me a tangible mark for this healing. At midnight I felt great ease in my body, and I started sweating. Then when I was in this state between awake and asleep, I heard people screeming and shouting saying: oh saint Sharbel please give her healing! The door was pushed in, and a group of people entered, both laymen and monks, having with them a sick women that is hopeless. It was one o`clock in the morning. I stood up and grabed the napkin that was on the tomb and wiped the sick women `s face. Then I starred on that napkin, I saw a reddish spot similar to the liquid dripped of father Sharbel`s body… At that point I Knew saint Sharbel responded to my desire and gave me the tangible mark I asked for.

   I thanked him of all my heart with tears dropping of my eyes.

   Monday I returned with my sister nun, with an unmeasured joy.
 

   Naziha daughter of Nicola El-Aajeil from Behdidat, eleven years old. She, all of a sudden felt her knees are untagled and weakness in her vision.

 She stayed eight days in Al-Khandaq El-Ghamiq hospital. Physicians right there, agreed of an existence of a-----كيس ضغط -----in the brain. It was prooved by a portrait made by doctor Fouad Sabra, the specialist of scaning the brain, in the American hospital of Beirut.

   Physicians decided in conclusion, that there are no solution for the healing of this girl but by cutting in the skull bones. And such an operation, no one can do, but Parisian physicians.

   And since the father financial situation unable him of doing so. His daughter`s pain kept increasing, day after day.

   Four months later she was attacked by a crisis, for straight five hours, when everybody thought she died. And they start crying.

   Her father at that point recognised father Sharbel and rushed to where his photo are, and start asking him for a miracle, in all faith and certitude. And he promessed to visit him and donate all what he can do, if his daughter get well.

   The next day the girl woke up. And got completely heald.
 

   Majyd El-Haj from Aintouret El-Maten testified: my son use to work with me somewhere above Aintoura. And when we was coming back at night to the village. We saw passing by, a loading truck full of people of our relatives. Some of them called my son Youhanna, to jump in, while the truck kept rolling. He jumped, when one of the riders gave him hand, but couldn`t pull him in, his hand slip off, of the other man`s grip, and his head was slamed on the truck body. His skull was deep wounded, and lost conscious.

 Quickly we rushed to a certain doctor from Dhour El-Shoueir. He checked him, and found his skull broken, and there is no hope for him to live. But said: let us take the risk and send him to the American faculty hospital.

   Right there he was checked by this one Armenian physician Jodiak, whom he also presume that there is no hope for the boy to live. But if his parents agreed, he will pass him a surgery, but it is going to be a risky one.

   The surgery took three hours. The doctor cleaned the skull of the boy. Then inform his parents, of a hope that he  may speak again.

   The boy stayed in the hospital for sixteen days, with no benefit. At this point physicians agreed that there is no hope of him, and they indicated to his parents to take him home.

   When his mother heard so, she knelt down and called to saint Sharbel for succor, his father also adjoining the supplication he promess father Sharbel to visit him barefooted.

   Two hours later, after the physicians gave up on him, and that his mother puted him under father Sharbel succor. Life came back to him and he started mooving. After three days he started talking. Not to long after that, he left the hospital healthful.
 

   February-18-1961, Naquiyyeh wife of Brahim Ghaleb testified: my son Boutros was  five months old, I noticed he is having pain in his thigh.

   And when doctor Shedyak consulted him, he told me: your son is in need of a specialist in the faculty. So I took him to the faculty with the company of doctor Shedyak. After examination they told me: a surgery is a must for your son`s haunch, because the hip is mooved off, of its place, and it must be mounted with a special piece of metal, that coast three hundred L.P. . When I heard that I went crazy, because I am poor, and my husband work as a labor man to make a living.

   And that physician told doctor Shedyak: if they don’t do what I said, he is going to suffer pain, and his leg is going to be shorter then the other, then kept silent. Doctor Shedyak said may God take care, and asked the surgeon: when will be the due time for the surgery? He answerd: in due time I`ll call after them, to bring in, the child.

   After a while we was informed by the faculty, about the description of that piece of metal which we need to buy from a store in Bab-Idris

whom he have these materials.

   I informed our physician doctor Shedyak, and he said; you need to hurry up to bring in, what is necessary. At that time my husband Brahim headed to buy the material, and I headed to father Sharbel, I asked him to heal my son hithout a surgery, and I prayed and I asked of him fervently.

   Thank God, he responded to my petition, and immediately my son walked straight.

   When his father returned back he was surprised, seeing him walking. He told me: I found the store closed, so I came back willing to go tomorrow. And I told him: there is no tomorrow nor after tomorrow, truly the only physician is father Sharbel and he heald your son!

   We went to doctor Shedyak and he accompanied us to the faculty. After examination and radiology, they congratulated me for my son`s healing.

   And yesterday, we came to father Sharbel`s monastery, my son, my husband, my mother in law, and I, to thank father Sharbel, we settled near his room where he lived, and we spent the whlole night praying.
 

   November-7-1961 Rogina Salim El-Sheiah from Fern El-Shebbak wrote: my daugthter May, spouse of Samir Hetteh, was under a definite risk of death, after passing her two risky surgerys, by doctor Khaldy, with the help of five physicians, among them was one American.

   The night she was receiving the second surgery, doctor Khaldy told me: pray for the saints and don’t neglect! Because midnight is judging between the life or death of your daughter. And added: pray for saint Sharbel.

   He refreshes me, and I started praying for saint Sharbel, kneeling on my knees for six straight hours witout stopping.

   Midnight on the dot, my daughter called me and said: mom give me water. I was just surprised, because my daughter was out of conciense, she was cold like ice, and there was no hope of her healing. I gave her water , and I touched her with my hand when I felt the warmth came back to her. I informed doctor Khaldy who was staying up awaiting her news. He came and with astonishment said: what?! Have you prayed? And I said: yes I prayed for saint Sharbel. He answered: the faith the faith only have heald your daughter, peace to the saints and the prophets.
 

   The date of December fifth 1965, when I was home, in Al-Shraibat quarter Damascus, I saw on the lebanese television a presentation of father Sharbel Makhlouf and his beatification in saint Peter`s Basilica, with the presence of his beatitude the Pope. I have seen all theese spectacles untill the end of the show on Beirut television.

   The fact that I was very attentive watching all details with interest… it touched me deep in the soul. And an idea came to my mind, to speak with this saint in my while sleeping, and implore him to heal the pain of my foot which was wounded six years ago.

   After I went to Germany several times for hospitalization, and I consulted many physicians among them doctor Shrouder, the physicians president in Louison hospital in Aven city, but all theese treatments was of no benefit. Then I gave up taking all theese medicines, and my hope in healing my foot got cut off.

   That same night, I went to bed and said: oh father Sharbel Makhlouf, if you really are a saint, implore God to heal my foot and if he does, I will believe in your sainctity, and I fell asleep.

   I have seen in my dream, an old man sleeping in a box, wearing white clothe and on his head, same like what the Pope have and a-----مقصب-----and on his chest a wooden Cross. He stretched his hand and cutted a small piece of my ear and said to me: that is not gonna hurt you, and truly I wasn`t hurt at all.

   The morning of December sixth 1965, when I woke up from sleep, I didn`t wear the stretch socks that reduce the pain of my foot, like usual, because I said to myself, perhaps I was heald. Then I took a walk inside of my house, and I didn`t feel any pain! I walked to down town for four hours and I didn`t feel any pain like before. Now six months already passed and also I didn`t feel any pain, and I walk on feet with all ease.

    Now I sent you this statement not for publicity especially that I am a muslim person.
 

   Father Ghassan the congregation minister narrated in 01/16/1966: A durzic women married to Ramez Hmaidan. She had some water congestion in her knee, and a severe pain in her left shoulder.

   She tried all she could`ve, of medical ways to suck the water out of her knee, she benefited nothing. And the more the water was sucked out, the more the congestion grow.

   Then physicians ordered to pass a surgery, that is to put an outlet underneath the skin, thus when there are congestion it will suck it out. She agreed, but did not appear at the apointment date.

   The day of December fifth 1965 I went to the Church, and after Mass I passed by her house, so she asked me if saint Sharbel still preforming miracles. I answered yes and in fact today is the day of his beatification in Rome, would you like to know about saint Sharbel? She said: yes definitely. So I gave her a booklet of saint Sharbel, I had it in my car.

   Then the nineth of that month, it was a Thursday in the afternoon, about two o`clock, I passed by her, and she met me out by the door shouting: father Ghassan! father Ghassan! the tears was immersing her eyes. I said what happened to you have you gone crazy? She start bending her knee and twisting her left shoulder. I told who treated you? Have you had a surgery? She said Sharbel, Sharbel, I prayed to saint Sharbel and I got heald!.
 

   A counsel member of the American inventors institute in ------Washington------, and the general secretary for the lebanese atomic research association.

   ---------Ali El-Hejjar is a muslim man, who understands saint Sharbel through muslim scriptures. The following is an anticipation of his storys, a proffer of koran passages:---------

   In the name of God the Merciful, the Compassionate

 Those who believed and did the goods, the Merciful is having cordiality for them.

   Father Sharbel, a monk who dedicated his life to worship God day and night. So he found an abode for him in Ennaya`s monastery. And did not take his religion for diversion, and life has not conceited him.

 So he believed and bewared - thus he prayed and fasted, and worked so he prospered and corrected, then died and not decomposed- challenging the law of nature.

   The lord selected him to be a good example in  an age, were people have rebelled against his obedience. God selected him as if he was aiming to attrack people`s vision to his chastity. So he bestowed his verses on some of the people as signs, perhaps people will be leadd to the right path.

   So it was from the Merciful to this sober and virtuous monk, that extraordinary miracles appeared on his hand which exceeded the concepts of science and art, however for anyone who visited  him in Ennaya`s monastery or have thought of him.

   I myself  have signed Down two miracles that have its reputated degree in mecanical science and medicine.
 

   Examination on Sharbel`s body took place in 1950, in Ennaya`s monastery, and it was found whole after fifty two years of his death.

   One of theese days when I was coming back from Trablos to Beirut passing through Jbeil, I saw thousands of people driving toward Ennaya`s monastery to visit father Sharbel, so I also destined in my little Renault, to accomplish such a blessed visit. Upon reaching the village of Toarzayya, right next to a fountain, this one person advises me to cool down the engine before starting the old route that goes from Ehmej to Ennaya`s monastery so the engine temperature won`t go over heated, which will break me down, taking for example what happen often with others, because of the difficultys they face, very high hills, with an angle from 12 to 16% , no asphalt, dirt road full of holes, bumps, and stones, with an average speed up to 3 k/h, and you can only go on low Gear. I did not listen to his advice, and I kept driving untill I reached the turn to the route Ehmej to Ennaya`s monastery, where I stopped behind a convoy of cars that stopped truly because of over heating, and the drivers was buying the waterb from people for that reason. I took advantage from the break and I boat a jar of water, and I asked the person to fill up my radiotor when I loosend the the down faucet to empty the hot water. Upon starting the cooling job, the convoy ahead of me mooved on, and the cars behind me started beeping, so I was forced to drive forward, forgetting to shut down the faucet. The water was leaking. Seeing that. right behind me colonel Sheikh Raad El-Hashem, he started blowing the horn, to let me know, then I stopped, but it was to late, the engine was completely empty. The colonel asked me to park the car aside, and stop driving, so the engine won`t burned up. I looked at him, and told him: I am destined to visit father Sharbel whom God granted selection of miracles, and I`m going to keep driving without water in the engine, let it either get burned or it will take me to the monastery. So I kept going relying on the blessing of God, with a strong faith. Later on I met with two other colonels Najjar and  the deceased Semrany at the last curb of the hill before reaching the monastery, were they stepd out of their car, the was a station wagon, because it was proceeding slowly and with extreem difficulty at that dangerous curb, they told me: look at your car how stongly it is mooving! I answered them: it is mooving in God`s willing without water in the engine relying on father Sharbel. It sounded strange to them and they willed to verify if this was a mecanical miracle. They reached me at the end of the hill, where we uncovered the engine before hundreds of visitors, and we was all astonished, finding the engine just cold, when it was expected to look reddish because of the heat and its oil boiling, burning and smoking, theese are factors that could easily happen even if the car was driven for a shorter distance, and on flat areas.

   The present people wanted to be certain there is no water in the engine, they brought a jar of water and filled the radiotor when everybody saw it absorbed its whole amount, and that made them be convinced of a miracle occurrence.
 

   The end of the year 1965, I got stricken with an accident in my right hand and shoulder. And that caused me an unbearable pain, it stayed with me for five months, even with the radiology I received in Hotel Dieux hospital, and the medical treatments supervised by the famous specialist doctor Joseph Hajjar. And with diversity of arabic medicine treatments, I attain no positive result. I couldn`t drive my car but with difficulty, and only with my left hand, and never I could`ve write.

   This one day of January 1966, I took a ride in my car along the road Beirut-damascus accompanied by Mr Elias Qerbaney from Baabdat, and I was driving with my left hand. The pain in my right hand and shoulder was increasing.

   While driving we was conversing about the miracles that occurred on father Sharbel`s hand, amongst it, the mecanical miracle that happen in my car, the year 1950, then Mr Qerbaney said: since you believe strongly in father Sharbel, why don’t you ask him for healing? So I said: my lord heal me through the intercession and the honor of the good father Sharbel, were if I got heald, I will visit him in Ennaya`s monastery, driving with both hands.

   The next morning, in the way to my job in the Civil and Provincial Order Directorate, located in Al-Makased Islamic Organization building in Al-Berej Beirut. And upon my arriving to the elevator in the southern section of the building, arrived a monk, I asked of him to enter first, he did, then I entered after him, and I told him: to what floor you are heading father? He answers me: to what floor you are going? I told him to the fifth, he said: go ahead.

   While going up he was looking at me with a sublime modesty and chastity. So I looked at him and I saw on his chest a round patch of clothe, written on it in arabic < saint Sharbel`s monastics>, and in his face I recognized the countenance of father Sharbel as he appears in his photos. So I said to myself: oh glorious God, yesterday we was remembering father Sharbel and asking the healing of God; and today what a coincidence I meet one of his monks, plus that he look like him. It was a pleasure to me to invite him to my office for a coffee, were I can recite to him the mecanical miracle happened in my car in 1950, in order to register it in the memorandum of the monastery,  but unfortunatly I arrived to the fifth floor and I walked out of the elevator, when the monk stayed in, and I missed what I willed of, inviting him in; I started thinking that was a mistery, and I assumed he dominated over my mind, and made me forgot everything.

   Then I entered my office and I started writing with my right hand for a while unusually, as it was healthy, and the pain disappeared completely, and for good, without even noticing.

   Then when it was clear to me, the healing was a strange matter and miraculous. I thanked my God, and I was in a state of astonishing, thinking about the monk who accompanied me in the elevator, and that between his presence with me, and my quick healing, there are a misterious relation, and the missing of inviting him to my office was a bigger mistery.

   Later on I willed to make a quest of the core of this mistical medical miracle. So I asked of one of my assistants, Mr Elie Farid El-Khoury from El-Naaemeh to investigate about that monk if he ever went to any of the managements of the civil or provincial order, or to any of its departements, for a job that belongs to him or to Ennaya`s monastery. So Mr Khoury did ask all the departements, and it appeared that no monk came to do any job, nor for him or for Ennaya`s monastery. Beside that Mr Khoury informed me that it is forbidden for the monks, to put on their chest the writings ‘Saint Sharbel`s monastics’ or any other sign, and so the writings that I readd on the monk`s Chest was nothing but an indication, that it was him the monk Sharbel.

   Sunday January-30-1966. I bounded to Ennaya`s monastery, to check about these misterys. So I met with the honorable abbot Tobiya Zyadeh the monastery president, and I recited to him both miracles the mecanical and the medical one. So he was greatly astonished of the appearence of father Sharbel in the elevator, and my complete healing that came right afterward. And he confesses to me, he didn`t happen to send to the Civilian and Provincial Order Directorate any monk. And it is out of question that any of the monks can have on his chest the writings < Saint Sharbel`s monastics>. He then certified that  the writings and the quick healing is an indication of the appearance of father Sharbel himself in the elevator. Learning that of the repeated cases, of his appearing in many similar occasions, that produce increasing of faith and certainty.
 

   Habib Aby Khalil from Hrajel wrote in 07/10/1966: An indisposition happened to my mother, her intestin got knoted. I carried her to the hospital. After consulting her doctors Joseph Karam and Fawzi El-Aadaymi, the owner of Our lady of Lebanon`s hospital, in Jounieh. They urged to pass her a surgery rapidly. They asked me to rush to the blood bank in Beirut, and get her the needed blood.

   Right in spot they took my mother to the operations room, to prepare her, and I rushed to Beirut.

 In the way there I asked deeply from my heart, saint Sharbel to heal my mother and save her from a surgery, and if this happen I go visit him in Ennaya.

   When I got to the laboratory, I found that a phone call preceded me saying, there is no need for the blood because there is no need for the surgery.

   I went back very happy. And I found my mother recovered completely of her illness.
 

   Mr Brahim Merhej testifted: A ------زلال-----in the blood happen to me to the degree of  245, when the average level goes between 20 and 40, therefore doctors lift up their hands off of me and gave up hope of my healing. They even prepared me the coffin, because doctor Shamy said: his case is over, may God bless his soul. And they request for a Holy Communion for me and he last annointing, and upon his arrival reverend father Toubiya Khalil, the superior of -----انطوش-----Jbeil he gave me some blessings of saint Sharbel, and the Holy Communion; the moment the Holys touched my mouth, my spirit was restored inside of me, I mooved and I asked for food, after I was motionless and my mouth was just close.
 

   Asaad Farah testified: my mother Henoud was born and in her neck an apparent ----- شهوة----- flagrant and undesirable to be seen. And every time she look at it she cry and she ask God to take that sickness away from her. And now she`s sixty and still she have that----- شهوة-----in her neck.

   And when she heard about saint Sharbel`s miracles, she prayed for him a special prayer, and she was asking him days and nights to take away her sickness.

   Then she visited Sharbel`s monastery in Ennaya, and had a drink and blessings. And she started rubing her neck of the blessings she had from the sepulcher, for one month. After she putted a condition on him that he have one month to take away that defect.

   Then a month passed and was taken away comletely.
 

   I Alexander Thomas the under signer, registered in Boasten Massachusetts # 3789, in the year 1963 as expert in Corpses and Death Burial Administration. I have seen the corpse of the blessed Sharbel in August-15-1966.

   I stood up astonished! The body liquid covering his body. And that liquid was a combination of blood and water, and its thickness is three inches, his clothe looked reddish.

   In all the years that I transfered dead bodys from a coffin to another, it was all decayed, and the decomposition had formed its distruction in it.

   When the honorable father Tobiya Zyadeh the monastery superior, told me: father Sharbel reposed sixty eight years ago in year 1898, astonishment reigned over me. He look like he died twelve to thirteen weeks only. The blood and water in the shroud, is clear red-----قان-----, and the body liquid is similar to the blood that is extracted of a corpse during the taxidermy operation.

   What was left of Sharbel`s body was intact. A whole body, and in good condition comparing to the number of years he have been reposed, and so his clothes. I never experienced in my years of experiments anything that can rival to such a keeping intact, like this miraculous body, and that holy scent emanated from it!

   Father Sharbel`s clothes was supposed to absorbe the bloody liquid throughout these years in the coffin.

   I also learned that the coffin was opened to the public in the year 1950, right there his body was suppose to decay and fall into ashes.

   My only interpretation for this phenomenon, is that it is made by God`s hand the almighty.
 

   Maryam Aassaf Aawwad originally from Shakra, Isra, Dara, Syria. Resident of Hemmana, Lebanon.

   She`ve had three surgerys for cancer, between 1963 and 1965. one in her stomach second in her intestin, and third in her right side of her neck.

   These surgerys did not succeed, in extracting all the cancer of her body.

   So Maryam started praying to the blessed Sharbel…

   After that her two glands was infected by cancer, she was suffering pain from them, and had big difficulty swallowing, and her voice started diminishing. They became very red and inflated like the size of a walnut. She rejected all treatments and radiology. But she was asking of saint Sharbel either the healing or the power to resist that sickness.

  One day when she was sitting in her bed. She raised the following prayer to saint Sharbel: will you grant me the healing of that sickness, you are the great saint who heald, the blinds and the cripples! And when I`m heald of that sickness I go give you thanks in your shrine".

   She did ask for healing at night and before sleep. The next day the healing took place, she became whole and healthy.

   And Maryam came to saint Maroun`s monastery, to saint Sharbel`s Sepulcher to fulfill her vow. She came thanking and testifiying to the greatness of God`s work through Ennaya`s saint.

   And pope Paul the six proclaim Sharbel saint in October-09-1977    
 

   A boy was born in Australia for a lebanese family and have a heart problem. He was in a critical condition. Therefore a nun in the hospital asked the boy`s father to get a priest to give him the Sacrament of Christening, before death.

   So the boy`s father rushed to saint Sharbel`s monastery in Sidney Australia, and asked the monks if any of them can and give the boy the Christining Sacrament. The monks apologized one after the other saying: we cannot leave the Church the night of the sanctification, because of heavy crowds of people in the monastery, plus a part of the monks went to Rome to Participate in the ceremony of the sanctification in the Vatican.

   The father lost hope of his child`s Christening. And started awaiting the bad news of his son`s death within hours.

   During the night no one had contacted him, and so in the morning. About noon time the father called the nun asking her about his child`s condition? She said: he became well since one of your monks baptized him, here the father was astonished and said: no one accepted to do the job!? She answered back: yes, a priest came, he has a white beard, he gave him the sacrament. The father realised, and gone to the hospital, he understood it was him saint Sharbel who baptized and heald his son. The boy  became a young man, still vigorous full of life, and work as a bulldoser driver.
 

The day of sanctification October-09-1977, after a crowded and impressive walk from Jbeil to Ennaya, that lasted for over five hours, sister Jaqueline narrated in Parish Magazine: I was standing up praying and my eyes fixed on saint Sharbel statue, which upright in Ennaya`s monastery square, when his up lifted hand mooved and draw the sign of the cross slowly, I thought this is because of the tireness in my eyes, and I rubed my eye with my hand, but the hand is back again mooving before my sight. I looked at my sister nun, and she whispered in my ear: he is mooving and blessing! Some people started kneeling others started chris crossing themselves. When the same moove was repeated from the blessed hand: shouting was raised: he is blessing! The young man Antoine K who participated in the walk says: I had a camera in my hand and when I got close it was stoped. And every time I was seeing the hand mooving, I was taking a photo, the time he stretched his hand over the crippled boy, whom was heald, I took two photos to the stretched hand. Some people have seen the statue`s eyes blinking, others saw eye drops.

   Astonishment crying and rejoicing reigned over the majority of the presence.

   Reverend father Boulos Azzi who was present the night and the day of sanctification in the confessing ------booth----- in Ennaya told us: the most important miracles was repentance, lots of people came to confession with tears, and numerous was those who hasn`t confess for decades, also came forth.
 

the joy of faith - Nouhad El-Shamy

I wish I live his life       Mrs Nouhad El-Shamy testified: I have seven sons and five daughters. I use to fulfill my religious dutys in a complete way. Attending Sunday Mases, praying the Rosery daily with procession for the Virgin together with my children, kneeling before their sight. Praying the Rosery in the morning, and at noon the ------proclamation-----of the Virgin, the common habits for most people.    My first meeting with saint Sharbel was at his appearance in 1950, when I saw the tools, saint Sharbel used at his cell, I was deeply touched and I cryed, I was twelve years old: my mother asked me why am I crying? I told her, I wish I live his life, I don’t want money, nor I want beautiful houses!.    Time passed then I got married, and I mooved to Al-Mzaryb (a distant village) even I am a resident of Jounieh (a modern city). And I lived the life of a villager, with all its difficultys: cooking and washing on woody fire, making our own bread the ancient way called < El-Tannour >, carrying trees for fire from the the woods, washing clothes with ashes in the river, cultivating, and taking care of cows sheeps and chickens, plus I had two aged persons, one of them my mother in law, who disturbed my life,  and lately no one want to give her service, but when she became infirm. I forgave her and served her with the best of my ability.    And I used to gather the youths of the village, and teach them the Our Father and Hail Mary, the-----repenting order-----and the Creed. My husband use to object me taking responsibility gathering these kids. But the Virgin always looked after us. And we used to pray to her the Rosery every night, and celebrate her processsion. Then when I mooved to Halat, people start bringing me a sick child or any other sick, for healing. And as the recommendation of the Virgin, I pray on water three times the Creed and one time the Our Father and the Hail Mary for the Christ wounds, then dip the cross in that water, and many was getting heald.   first surgery in the kidney      I had a stone in the kidney that measure one and a half centimeter it was causing me infection. I use to get treated for that in the hospital for straight week, then go home, and before accomplishing twenty four hours, I got to go back to the hospital.    Doctor Antoine El-Shamy the owner of Saint Martin hospital, decided to pass me a surgery, but the fact that I delivered a baby not too long ago, he cancelled it.    So I went visiting Ennaya`s cell, I prayed and took some soil from before the cell and swallow it.    That night, in the dream Sharbel came and called me: Nouhad! Nouhad! Are you awake? I answered : yes. He told me : sit ,what kidney bothers you. I said the left one. He cutted me and, I was scared when I saw the flesh, but without blood. I screemed to the Virgin: oh Virgin shelter me, how is he going to give me surgery without anesthesia? He answered me I am Bouna (father, as a priest in home dialect ) Sharbel I passed you a surgery for the stone. My husband rushed to me surprised: what`s the matter with you so you screemed like this?! I answered him: saint Sharbel came and passed me surgery for my kidney. He approached and saw the trace of the surgery, a red spot perspiring a liquid. And I got completely heald.   ( Falej la taalej ) means: a stroke don’t bother treating    January-09-1993, I got a stroke, my hand and tongue was paralized to the left side. I entered Saint Martin hospital in Jbeil, Doctor Joseph El-Shamy received me. A specialist for heart, -----vains and tendons-------. He rushes me to the intensive care unit, and started treating me together with doctor Nashanakian and the family physician doctor Majid El-Shamy. After the treatments, the radiology and the examinations, the results was this: the vain in my neck, is dry with a degree of 80% in the left side, and 70% in the right, which caused me paralyzing half of my body, that is stroke. And there is no treatment for such a case. Like the doctor said: ( falej la taalej )!    They recommended to me to go home for three months, then go to Hotel Dieux hospital to get a new X-Ray, then perhaps they can pass me a surgery, to exchange the cloged vains in my neck, with plastic ones.                        a touch from saint Sharbel    After that my elder son Saad went to Ennaya`s monastery, and prayed of a wounded heart before saint Sharbel statue. And brought me, a blessed oil and soil from saint Sharbel`s sepulcher. Then when my daughter annointed me with this relics, I felt numb in my hand and leg. Then I came out of the hospital after I spent nine days. At home I stock in my bed. My husband give me lift to the bathroom, and my childrens give me food and water with a hose or a straw.  I spent three days in this situation after leaving the hospital   admonition and regretting    Next, I was sleeping, I saw myself walking upstairs the cell in Ennaya, and attended the Mass with the monks, were saint Sharbel gave me holy Communion!. And in the forth day, Thirsday night or Friday morning which was January-22-1993, I felt pain in my head and in the right side of my body. So I prayed and demanded of the Virgin Mary and saint Sharbel, and said to them: I, what have I done? why have you crippled me in bed? What is my sin? I raised a family of twelve children, with fatigue, in praying and persevering untill they grew up. I am not trying to force my will on you, but if you are willing to heal me, do so, or finish my life, whatever you will I am contented! Death is a must and don’t let my house family suffer my case!. But then I regretted and said: forgive me oh Virgin, I must carry the cross and not flee the pain. With your passion oh Christ.   I am coming to give you a surgery!    My husband and children left me to sleep and rest.  At eleven PM while dreaming, I saw a ray of light entering my room and two monks heading towards my bed, and saint Sharbel approached me and uncovered my neck and putted his hand and told me: I am coming to give you a surgery! So I looked but I couldn`t see his face because a radiant light was beaming from his eyes and his body. I was perplexed and said: father why you want to pass me a surgery, physicians did not recommend one. He said: yes you need a surgery, and I father Sharbel, coming to pass it for you. I looked to the statue of the Virgin that sits next to me and said: oh Virgin you are my shelter interceed for me, how theese monks are going to pass me a surgery without anesthesia and give me stiches! Then I looked to the statue I saw that it came and sat between the two monks. It wasn`t just a rigid statue, but it was beaming with light, and animated full of life. At that moment I felt great pain under saint Sharbel`s fingers that was rubbing my neck… After saint Sharbel finished the surgery, saint Maroun approached, took a cushion and sat me then putted it behind my back, he took the cup of water that is next to me, and took away the straw from it, then putted his hand under my head, and said: drink this water. I told him: father I can`t drink without a straw. Saint Maroun again said: yes, we passed you a surgery, you can drink, and now you are going to drink this water and stand up and walk. Then approached and held my head with his right hand and had me drink with his left.   the tears of joy                      After that I woke up from sleep and the water was running down my throat naturaly, and found myself sitting the way the monk sat me, I looked at the Virgin statue and found it back in its place on the table, I felt burning in my neck, and without noticing I putted my hand to see what is happening in my neck, then I noticed my left hand the paralyzed one became just natural, and I felt my leg is mooving like usual under the blanket. So I asked my daughter who was sleeping in her bed next to me with her new born baby: what time it is? She said: two in the morning. I stepd out of my bed, and without full conscience, I knelt before saint Sharbel`s photo and the Virgin to thank them. It was the first time I could`ve kneel on my knee because it was inflict with stiffness, when a physician had indicated to cut it out, to minimize the pain. I walked to the bathroom and I saw my neck have two cuts one to the left one to right, and each cut was about twelve centimeters. Then I walked to my husband`s room that is next to mine, and turn the light on, my husband was praying the rosery, he looked and screemed with loud voice: woman how did you come alone? Now you may fall down and it will be an ordeal over an ordeal, not for my sake but for yours. I lifted up my hand and told him: don’t worry, saint Sharbel passed me a surgery and I walked! My husband fell down passing out! I approached him and smacked him several times ( in order to wake him up ) calling him: oh Simon! Oh Simon! Then when some of my children knew, they fell down also. They started informing each other on the phone, then they gathered, while crying the tears of joy.          I had cutted you by the power of God so they see you In the morning I went to the cell together with my daughter and husband to thank the saint for his graces. So I met that day with the cell`s super, father Michael Mghames, and when I spoke to him about my story and showed him the cuts, he said: this cut is not for you only. This is a sign for the whole world. And you must tell the radios to spread the news, and go step forward on the televisions. My husband answered:  we thank God the woman is heald  and saint Sharbel need no advertisment.    We attended Liturgy with him in the cell.     Then after coming back home, it was the big surprise for the neighbors and the relatives whom was visiting me as crippled.    The next day, I woke up from sleep, and three stiches appeared in my neck on the right side, and two on the left. Doctor Majid EL-Shamy pulled two of them, but couldn`t pull the rest, because he was getting stricken with electric shock every time he was touching the string.    Then physicians declared that my healing is a result of the medicines they gave me for the migraine I had. And after they were asked about the cut in my neck: they answered: that is because of too much scratching from the pain!...  LBC television came and filmed, and the news was spreaded.    Visitors came from all Lebanon and from the outside. And our house was packed with thousands of visitors. After one week passed on my catastrophe,  Abdo Yaaqoub the priest of our congregation in Halat likewise doctor Majid El-Shamy told me: we want to send you afar to your son`s house so you can rest for couple of days. I was subjected to their order.    But at night saint Sharbel appeard to me and told me: don’t leave the people, keep your belief, I had cutted you by the power of God so they see you, because some had gone far from praying and from the church and from venerating the saints. And you cannot do anything to people! But whoever need anything from me, I father Sharbel am present in the cell always. And I ask you to visit the cell every twenty second of each month, and attend Liturgy all your life…   photos dripping oil    I kept in force the procession to saint Sharbel in my house in Halat every Thursday, the day the miracle appeard. And in August-15-1993 when I was in my village El-Mzaryb, saint Sharbel appeard to me in my dream and told me: Nouhad I want you to make the procession for the rosery every first Saturday of every month, for a year on behalf of your family.    I woke up in the morning like usual and offered incense before a venerated little chapel at home, and I litted a candle and started my prayer,and when I looked to saint Sharbel`s photo, I saw oil perspiring from it, and still untill today. And when I was making the procession of the rosery, as recommended me saint Sharbel, I was accompanied by a flock of visitors and faithfulls at home, and it was the first procession, happening in November six, saint maroun`s photo started perspiring oil, and still untill today.    The day of September second, saint Rita appeard to me in a dream, when I was before a chapel for the Virgin, near our house in the village, and she layed her hand on my shoulder, and kissed my forehead, and told me: I congratulate you for this faith! So I looked at her to tell her what happened with me, so she told me: I know saint Sharbel passed you a surgery and saint Maroun gave you a glass of water.   the oak tree leaves    Like every year habit I set the Christmas cave and we use to adorn a pine tree which we do cut it from the woods. But that day the government  prevented cutting pine trees for Christmas. So I asked my son Yssam to bring me a branch of an oak tree instead. He did, and that branch looked beautiful, dense with leaves, and had the shape of a bell`s collar.    The night of Epiphany, father Sharbel came together with saint Maroun to me in a dream, and told me: we want to bless the tree. I knelt and prayed together with them three times the Our Father and the Hail Mary, and he chanted a hymn in Assiriac language it was so beautiful. When we were done with the prayer, he brought a bucket of water with a sprinkler in it. He put it on the carpet, and light shined from it. He sprinkled the cave with the water, the oak tree branch and he continued sprinkling the house, then backed. I was still before the cave with saint Maroun, end he told me: do not throw this in the garbage (the oak tree branch), this you will give to people as blessings. He continued: I will tell you how they can use it, let them put three leaves in a small pot in the name of the holy Trinity and bring it to a boil, then the leaves will be taken away and burned, then the water will be, blessed water, they can drink of it, and pray one time Our Father and one time Hail Mary, for Christ`s wounds, who sacrificed his blood, to his people. And let their sicks drink of it. I did not take these words seriously, because people are going to say Nouhad got crazy and start doing strange things. I was living in fear of people`s mouths. And I stayed two years living this fear. Saint Sharbel kept encouraging me In dreams and telling me: don’t be afraid, god chose you from among his people, to be a sign here on earth, and many of his people are going to come back to faith and prayers at your hand, don’t resent from people. He added (greetings) blessed be every year a cave and a Christmas tree.   don’t be afraid of passing the oak tree leaves I took out the oak tree leaves, and burned the branch like he told me, but I did not dare to give anyone of these leaves. And I already told the people who come to pray daily in my house, the story of the dream I had, and the oak tree leaves. They were taken from it.    This one night a lady of our group told me the following: one of my neighbors named Nawal Eid was sick and they were willing to take her to the hospital, so I decided to visit her in the morning. In the morning before I go visit her she came visiting me and told me so I told my daughter get a pot and put three oak tree leaves of what we got from Nouhad and boil them. Then after she drinked of that water, she felt she got heald, and later she didn`t have asthma anymore. Don’t be afraid of passing the oak tree leaves, I myself was very disturbed and when I drinked I felt comforted.    she had a twin     One time a-----chidren physician-----visited me named Caroline Abou Jawdeh. She stood before saint Sharbel`s photo that perspire oil and cryed  with fever, I asked her: what`s the matter? She said: I don’t have children. I told her: may God give you some. She said I gave up hope, I was treated a lot, and I was subjected to implant twice and I didn`t bear any! And now I`ve been married for twenty years, and I don’t have hope of having any. I told her God is powerful of anything, and I gave her of the oak tree leaves. After one month she called me on the phone and told me she got pregnant, and we started praying for her, and she had twin a boy and a girl. This miracle was repeated hundreds of times with familys who had no children. But their faith in God on saint Sharbel`s hand, gave them.    And I became the Godmother for about four hundred fifty of them.          a trip to Mexico    Sharbel`s Fame was well spreaded in Mexico, he his everybody`s beloved. His statues was all over the place, in the churches, and in the hospitals, in the houses, and at stores. His photos was everywhere, even in taxicabs. And if anyone having a surgery, will not accept entering the operations room, unless he kiss saint Sharbel`s statue first.  Nouhad continued: the Lebanese community called for me through bishop Bsharah El-Raahey, to go to Mexico.    I went and they had a festival for me, we had a mass in the central stadium because of the large number of people. And I started annointing people with saint Sharbel`s oil for about three hours. Many miracles occurred there, and this is some of it: a thirty years old man was crippled walking on crutches, he was heald, left the crutches and walked away. A little nine years old girl, had cancer in her uterus, she was completely heald. A pregnant women with a cancerous baby, she wanted to abort it, so I advised her to rely on God and keep the baby. Then a day before I left Mexico she returned and told me, God has responded and heald the baby, her physician assured that for her. And during the last liturgy that was held in Lady of Guadaloupeh`s Cathedral, a blind woman walked in, ledd by her two daughters. I had her swallow a small piece of cotton wetted with saint Sharbel`s oil, and I wiped her eyes with my hands, and I asked of saint Sharbel with a burning heart, to have pity on her. The moment they took her back to her place she shouted loud and said: I am seeing, people was crying and started applauding.     Sharbel at the muslims Sharbel, the beloved of the children    A young muslim lady testified: one very cold night in 1994, I was with my little brothers at home alone, when my mother was with my little sister in the hospital, and I was so scared because I was eleven years old. An elder man entered wearing a black robe and a bonnet, and his beard is long white, he said to me: don’t be scared!    The heater was off, because we did not have oil for it, so he brought the empty tank and filled the heater! and litted it up. In the kitchen there was a pot that has some milk, my mother was willing to make some rice putting with it, he entered the kitchen and cooked the rice putting. Then came back and taught my little brothers, while he had his finger on his mouth and kept saying don’t be scared! (the next day was our exams we all had A+)    Several hours later my mother came back home. And when she opened the door, the elder walk out rapidly. I told my mother: have you seen the elder that was with us?! She said: no! who is that elder? I told her: he cooked the rice putting, litted the heater, taught my brothers and told me don’t be scared! So my mother went to the kitchen and felt the pot of the rice putting it was hot still. So she said thanks to God for everything.    After a little while, we went with our  mother to a friend of hers, a christian lady who had saint Sharbel`s photo hanged on the wall in the living room, so I pointed with my hand to the photo, and told my mother: this is the elder that came to our house that night!    How charming you are saint Sharbel! You are the scared little children beloved, you warm them, teach them, cook for them, and you stay with them untill mom comes back!.    Sharbel in, the wounds binder    A muslim lady wrote: how lucky are we the lebanese, that we live in Lebanon, Christ the Lord foot steps, the symbol of peace and healing, Lebanon the groundwork for the saints mainly talking about saint Sharbel, the saint of Lebanon and the friend of all the lebanese. I am a muslim woman from El-Bekaa, I adore lord Jesus, that he sent for me saint Sharbel.    I was living with my children a very poor and desperate state, when that caused me loosing my daughter!    One day, three months after her death, our situation became unbearable, and I couldn`t resist the poorness and the hunger, so I decided to commit suicide, by throwing myself from the roof! But my neighbor saw me and prevented me doing it, and she brought me back home.   And as miserable as I was, I saw saint Sharbel near the room door, standing above the Ground about thirty centimeters in the air, and in his hand a staff with a golden ball in its end. He came to the corner of the room where there are the (venerated Coran) he took it in his hand and went back near the door where he was standing first. And I was surprised of how he held the Coran in his hand. Then he redd the following: in the name of God the Mercifull the Compassionate, wi`ll inflict you with little of some fear, hunger, shortage of money souls and fruits, and preach the patients whom they if inflicted with an ordeal, said we are for God and for him we are returning. On those are prayers from their Lord and mercy and those are the well ledd (chapter Al Baquara verses 155-157).    The word well ledd attracked my mind, so I knew saint Sharbel is going to lead me to the right path,since he appeard to me personally in these difficult days.    And I don’t know how to tell how situation and my job has changed! And how I came to raise my children with grace and wisdom, with generosity and courage.  This is who is saint Sharbel, the wounds binder and the friends of all lebaneses.   Sharbel the beloved of the grieved    This same muslim woman continued: a week later in a second appearance, I was sitting near the window looking the at kids playing in the courtyard, I rememberd my deceased daughter, I was grieved and so sad that she is not playing with them. Saint Sharbel came to me carrying in his hand a white pigeon, he approached and wiped my tear and said to me: don’t cry (he called me by my name)…! Every time you miss her i`m gonna send her to you. And since that far incident, every time I remember her I see the white pigeon flying in front of me. And some times I see her standing at the house terrace. Thi is who is saint sharbel the beloved of the grieved.   Sharbel the good and tender    Again the muslim woman continued: in a third appearance, when we was passing a surgery for my youngest child. The pysician in charged said: the patient is not to leave the hospital, but with a thirty seven degree fever.  The next day the fever was forty one degree according to the nurse. So the doctor prevented us from leaving. And at sunset I started praying lord Jesus to do some of his miracles, that he is the only one according to the (venerated Coran) can do miracles, because I left my little chidren home alone. In the same time I heard Majidah El-Roumy (the very famous lebanese singer) chanting to saint Sharbel, so I said with a loud voice, where are you saint Sharbel?! And all of a sudden I saw my child has changed, so I said in an innocent way: Oh God! Oh saint Sharbel how beautiful you are! And I called the nurse when she was saying now he is thirty seven degree. Then there was an argument between her and the doctor about such a high and quick Varying in fever degrees! So I stood up quickly and arranged the situation and told them frankly: this is one of saint Sharbel`s miracles! And it happened that we left the hospital.    What can I say about saint Sharbel the sweet, the kind, the good and tender the messenger of Christ the Lord, in Lebanon. And he is assuredly the friend of everybody.   Sharbel in Africa in 1995    A person of a very pious family decided to go for a trip from Borkina Fasso where he resides, to a distant region. And even with his mother`s firm objection, she couldn`t convince him to turn away from this dangerous trip. She had no choice but to put a photo for lebanon`s recluse under her son`s car seat. And after driving couple of hours to the place he was destined to, he ran out of gaz, in an area where a human been have nothing to do but count the last moments of his life, because it was an isolated area. Many die there every year because of robbery and predators.    And when fear and suspense was preoccupying that young man, he saw an elder man getting near him, carrying In his hand a tank. Right away he ask the young man the reason of his stopping in that place. And he offer him the tank he was carrying, and asked him to fill up the car tank, because its amount will enable him to get to the nearest station.    When he reached the station he asked the employees to fill up the tank, and when they opened it, they started looking at the young man displeased, and told him: are you moking us, you`re asking us to fill up the tank when it is over the full.    When the young man returned from his trip, he told his mother every thing that happened to him, so she hurried and went and pulled the recluse photo from under the seat, right then the young man got to know whom he saved him from a definite death. And now this young man became the first believer among the christians in the region.   the show representative Hiyam Abou Shedid They said; a saint from Lebanon!? I went thinking and saying what are these lies? Every thing is used for advertisment in lebanon: the greenish of our mountains, the beauty of our weather the everlasting Ceaders and now they invented a new "fashion" the saint…all this propaganda is to conceal the bitter reality we are living in lebanon.    And I started my story with this saint without anticipation nor expectation or preperation!    I stayed for a month and a half suffering a tremor in my voice untill I lost it completely. I was consulted by a physician, he gave me a treatment, and asked me to keep strictly quiet for two weeks.  Then fear and doubt started troubling me. I said to myself, it seems that I`m suffering a chronic desease, it could`ve been a cancer in my larynx, especially that tremor accompanied me for several months.    One day my neighbor and friend, Rachel told me:  - Mrs Maarbis asked about you, and ask me to tell you to go visit her.  - who is Mrs Maarbis?  - the lady who`s saint Sharbel`s photo is dripping oil in her house.  -where?  -in Raifoun not to far from here, would you like to accompany me Monday to go visit her?  Now that I was someone who fear saint Sharbel`s site, I told her without showing the least impression:  -if you will, w`ll go. But what is she want from me?  -she saw something in her dream, she need to tell you about.  We visited Mrs Maarbis at her house. And she told me, saint Sharbel had told her in dream that I do not need to fear a cancer because I don’t have it! Not to mention, Mrs Maarbis and I, have never knew each other before, nor she was aware that I lost my voice!?    So she gave me a little piece of cotton wetted with miraculous oil to swallow. I did and at the same moment my voice came back like it was before the illness. And there was no tremor at all in my larynx!?    Since then, shy and worrried I begin to know more about that saint. And I quit talking negatively about him, untill I heard about the miracle that happened with Nouhad El-Shamy.    The twenty second of one these months, I visited saint Maroun`s monastery, along with my friend Rachel. I used to call this monastery before saint Sharbel`s.    I saw from far away Nouhad El-Shamy standing, and the people bursting towards her asking for  blessings, they were carrying napkins with their hands maybe they could`ve get a drop of blood from the miraculous cuts in her neck.    Without making any effort, and without been blocked off by the praying crowds, I felt like a wave of people carried me and put me before her.    I looked and examined her shining faith, the beauty of her face the clearence of her eyes, her peaceful smile, and her contagious joy. She touched me deep in the heart, and gave me a sum of peace, I don’t know how I kept it with me.    Since then that saint started tickling my feelings by the site of Nouhad El-Shamy`s face, and I no longer fear him. So I prayed, and first thing I asked in my prayer was, forgiveness. I confessed to him with a shy face, .    Then by the effect of that incident, my foot steps was driving my life to this saint, without meaning and without any effort.    A lot of people seek to see Nouhad El-Shamy to tell about saint Sharbel`s miracles, so I kept listening believing and ask for more.    And one day I prepared a talk show about the danger of Jehovas Witnesses, with witnesses whom was former Jehovas then converted to the faith. And after advertising about that episode, some V.I.P contacted the T.V management, and with whatever power and authority did represente that person he asked to cancell that episode! and it was so!. He was one of the high ranks of Jehovas. Then the management asked me to prepare another subject, as quick as possible, that we had only four days left for the show. It was the holy week and Thursday the Sacramental was the day of my episode. Sleiman Abou-Zeid the producer who is a good friend of mine, thought of having me talking about a religious subject, and told me: what do you think if we prepare a show about miracles?  -Sure if we wasn`t able to talk about the ennemies of Christianity, let us talk about the graces we receive through faith, like this we will carry out our mission more powerful.    I can not tell how the show was prepared? I`m sure it was the arrangement of God! with the help of the monasterys superiors, in Ennaya, Jrebta, and Kfifan. And this how the saints of Lebanon was gathered, Sharbel Rafqua and El-Hardyni, trough my hosts, Nouhad El-Shamy, Andrey Najem and Sylin Rbeiz. The show was greatly successful.    After that I prepared a special show with Nouhad El-Shamy at the feast of saint Sharbel.The doors was opened unto clarity love sacrificing tolerance and peace. And I realy felt, saint Sharbel had picked Nouhad El-Shamy a sign for God`s presence in our life.

   She entered the church and before going down the stony stairs, she noticed a monk entering the door across from her, and got to go down the stairs, paralelle to hers.

   Here Rafqua testify about the miracle of her sudden change saying: I couldn`t see but this monk! And I couldn`t think but in confessing! I rushed toward him and before he reached ------the confessing booth-----that is at the end of the stairs he was walking it down, I pointed to him several times to sit in the -----booth-----. He did, I knelt and blewout crying! Confessing my sins: adulteress, atheist, drug addict. When the priest heard the word drugs he whispered that, counsels will help me not. So he took me to the guiding departement, and in spot, he offer to give me help. I thanked him and told him tomorrow, and I gave him my adress. I felt weight in my head and body, I needed to sleep and not to stay up anymore. The next day the priest delivered me to a place, where I received complete healing, thank God.

   Later on I fell in love with Paul, and got married with him. God gave us children which we are planting in their hearts the seeds of holyness and the free love, my lord Jesus and his disciple Sharbel have granted me, so we`ll be a christian family, and an initial unit in the body of christ.

   Today I knew the meaning of life! today I knew the real taste of love, I loved my children and my husband loved me! I felted the love of God, and had assurance that < he worship me, and not I worship him in reality >! I am the lost sheep he went out searching for, and carried me on his shoulder joyfuly. Thanks for the graces of God, the Father who is going < crazy > for his childrens love!.

   In the end, I offer my life testimony, to every soul who walked the way of the sin, where evil brought it to a dead end. Perhaps this soul will find in my life story, peace and joy it was looking for, and it is not gonna find them but in the heart of Christ the redeemer of the world.

   Claude Massouh testified: the year 2002, during my study in france, and while working inside the college laboratory, I felt severe pain in my eyes. I went straight to the hospital. Physician treated me over there then I got back home. In my handbag there was a little bottle of blessed water from saint Sharbel`s home-Bkaakafra, I opened it and wiped my eyes with  full confidence, that I`m not gonna have any problem.

   I recoverd gradualy the second and the third day. I thought this recovery is from the medicine, especialy yet I wasn`t aware of my eyes problem.

   Then after a week passed, and I felt good, my eyes started to open, I went back continuing my job in the college laboratory. After four hours of work, I went shutting down the electric lights, the doctor walked in and told me: Claude do not forgot to shot off the -----(ultra-violet)-----rays. I told him: which one is that? No one ever told me about it? and he pointed to the place where I worke. Then told me: this light is used to kill the germs, I was chocked hearing that, and started crying, but in the same time I had an inner feeling telling me don’t even pay attention to that.

   I took off my white robe, I told the doctor what had happened! He went crazy hearing, I worked four hours under the -----(ultra violet)-----rays?!

   I called a taxi and headed to the hospital. Right there I met the same physician who treated me last time, and I told him: I`m having the same pain in my eyes, and I added my new information: four hours under the -----(ultra violet)-----rays. He first didn`t believe, he gave me a serum unit for each eye. I was aware of how risky is the situation, knowing that staring on the eclipse of the sun per example for several seconds will put us in risk of loosing site, so of how worst is four hours!. The physician came back and ordered for me an examination of the retina. I entered the examination room, and putted my chin on the edge of the telescope, examination started and the doctor was shaking his head and biting his lip! I asked him: what? He didn`t answer! I insisted, so he asked me saying: how did you come here?! I said: alone, you can tell me anything, I`m not scared! And I take anything. He told me: you didn`t come here alone! Because you don’t see! I told him: how?! I can see! He said there are black spots on the retina, and its cells are burned up! at that moment there was nothing I could`ve think of but crying and in a strange way! I didn`t know why my tears flowed! He furtherd if you stay seeing, see me in two days.

    I went home with the same medicines, and I used the same blessed water, because I knew that was the medicine itself and nothing else.

   After a week I came back to Lebanon, and went straight to the eyes specialist for examination, and he told me it is good, I insisted he check my retina, he did and said it is very good. Then added there is no need for all this examination!

   I visited Sharbel and thanked him, and my life started changing, I started praying and from my heart, when before it was from my lips, I experienced that a little moment of praying from the heart, exceeded all what I prayed with my lips when my mind was away! And if I skiped a night without prayer, I feel lack of joy even in the happiest day of my life!.

   When this changing happened to me I felt that life is meaningless, and nothing is required of us, but just sweeten our life with the presence of the Lord.

   He is the one have said: I am standing at the door and knocking. We can open for him or not, freedom for us is something extreemly important.

   Usualy we are troubled with material things, but today I see it insipid.

   Now I become to know that my gardian angel is Jesus Christ, and he appear to us through his saints, and I started considering saint Sharbel, more then a friend, companion, or a father, in all cases he existed with me. I started feeling responsibility toward the healing grace I received, and that it is due to me to speak of what the Lord have done for me, people are deeply motivated with God`s supernaturals.

   When the miracle took place with me I did not get tired speaking about it, nor people got tired hearing.

   The presence of God in our life is a great matter!

   I started visiting Ennaya repeatedly. And it happen to pass that a friend of mine -----bought-----a car and aimed to bless it with a visit to saint Sharbel. While riding it about midnight, the car slipp off of the road at a sharp curve, it hit a rock from the bottom and flipped over several times. We came out of the car just whole, him from my door and I from his door, we did not know how! We did only clean off our clothes from the dust. And with such a heavy impact of the accident not one glass was broken! We standed astonished before that site.

 I thanked God`s care for our rescue, when my friend was worried the loss of his car! Later on after thinking and retrospecting the incident and how he escaped a death, he started noticing God`s care.

   Thanks to God our father for every thing.

   A young Phylippina lady, worke as a house maid for a Christian lebanese family in Beirut, called her mother on the phone in the Phylippines. Her mother was crying telling her daughter: I`m gonna die without seeing you, the sickness has distroyed me, and I am in my last days.

   The daughter cried much the difficulty of her expensive trip to the Phylippines, and the fact she is poor, and she already signed a contract for two years, plus that the husband and the wife both worke and their are in real need of her, for their two little children.

   She was crying much. The husband and the wife got tired comforting her. Finally they called her to visit saint Sharbel, she agreed thanking.

 She arrived to Ennaya and knelt down at the sepulcher for two and a half hours supplicating and saying: you saint Sharbel, be lenient to my situation, and heal my mother! I need to see her before she die, and you know my deficiency and poorness! I cannot go to her…

   She returned back with the family, and her eyes just reddish from crying!.

   Upon arriving to Beirut, her mother called her and said:

 - I thank you oh my daughter, that you sent me a doctor from Lebanon and he heald me.

 - I didn`t send anybody!

           - yes!( the mother insisted) he told me, you sent him for me from Lebanon!.

           - ( here the daughter realized and said) how he look like? What is he wearing?

           - he is wearing a black frock, and he got a white beard.

           - (the daughter was stricken) at what time he came to you?

           - At one fifteen PM.

           - (the daughter rejoiced and trilled) that was saint Sharbel, he visited you, after I knelt before him   

and that was the hour I was praying before his sepulcher, he was healing you in the Phylippines. The lord is glorified in his saints.

   Susan El-Alam narrated: May-22-2007, I was going down to college in Dekwaneh. I felt asleep, and slept in the bus. Usualy I get of the bus in El-Mkalles then head to Dekwaneh. The bus kept going through, to Dawrah then head back to El-Bekaa. The driver tried to wake me up over and over! But in vain!. Then he took me to my parents, because he know them, he told them: your daughter is sleeping in the bus and she`s not getting awake. My parents was scared, my brother carried me home. They called the doctor and he told them: deliver her now to Khoury hospital in Zahleh.

   In the way there I woke up in the car, a drop of tear dripped down from my sister`s eye on my cheek, I told her: why are you crying?! She said that I hurted my leg, she got to lift up my pant to show me the wound, I passed out again, and I heard the weeping in the car.

   Arriving the hospital the doctor ordered for me twenty four shots of (Cortison-Octagon), each shot is a $1000, and it is not available in Lebanon. They requested it from Quatar, and it was to take two days to have it ready, the doctor said: enough time to loose the young lady! Then he knelt on his knees and said: Oh God seventeen years old girl to be lost from among us! Help her oh Lord! Impossible you may permit such a thing to happen!

   The shots arrived, some politician had payed the expenses.

   My mother was crying, it was Thursday of the Sacraments of the holy week, she looked at Jesus, she wiped off her tears and told him: I`m not going to cry anymore, this girl you have created her, she`s my daughter and I am in need of her! if you want her take her, but I, need her! She didn`t live her life yet, and yet she didn`t see anything of this world! She furtherd: let her suffer as much as I did or more! But the day of resurrection, I want her to resurrect with you!

   Next day which was Holy Friday my fever went up to 43 cellcuse, my heart beat stopped then came back.

   Next was the night of Bright Saturday and Holy Sunday of the resurrection (Easter), I was surrounded with my parents, my father, my mother, sisters, and brothers. My father was holding my hand, shaking it and tapping on it gently for a while. I was out of conciense completely. My mother was saying: God need her, he wants her!

   Midnight on the dot, I woke up, I saw myself in a room in the hospital, I said: Mom! Dad! I`m here, my parents did not believe what they were seeing!

   They called the doctor, he was in France having a conference. First he didn`t believe, then he asked saying: Susan El-Alam room 256, is heald?! They told him: yes and she even asked for salt. He said: if she asked for salt means she have no more any problem! Thanks for your goodness oh Lord!

   After I woke up I said: mom there was a priest here praying. She said: no that was a nun from Beshwait she was praying and visiting all the patients. I insisted: there was a priest who look like saint Sharbel, and all the time that I was out of conciense, I was with him in heaven, a green square has birds and very beautiful. My mother answered: true because you died and resurrected! Your heart stopped, then started beating again!

   We visited saint Sharbel to give thanks to him. During liturgy, I prayed in all piouty, and at the Holy Communion: the priest told me: take off that seed of your lip! I told him: there is nothing! I putted my hand on my lips, I felt a solid seed, I pulled it off, blood came out from my lip, it was a fragment of incense, the priest took it and told me: I am going to cense with it.

   After Mass the priest asked me: Have saint Sharbel told you anything? I answered: he told me preach of me, there is none but one Lord in this world, who is Jesus Christ! And the other Lord do not exist! And saint Sharbel is a soldier for Christ.

   I father (the priest) Hanna Iskandar, met Susan personally, in her parents`s supermarket in Baabdat, and I saw by myself, very shortly after I met her, soil, incense and wax (wax of candles) coming out from her mouth!