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When I talk to him on the phone he always cries. The plan is that we'll live together the three of us -- my dad, my son and I. I hope my happiness will be complete and that I'll actually be traveling to the U. I'm scared that something will happen. Surprising decisions keep being made and the situation might change. Alali said she has been trying to get a ticket for her son on her New York bound flight; as a Canadian citizen he is not part of the refugee program like his mother.

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He has never traveled alone before. I don't know the rules. I'm afraid that we will be separated and that he will be questioned in the airport if he's traveling alone -- that they will ask him where his family is and deny him entry. Once again, Alali's travel to the U. She said the International Organization for Migration had told her to prepare for travel tomorrow, but today the organization informed her that she will not be traveling as planned.

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State Department told ABC News the department was not able to provide information on specific resettlement cases to the media. Embassy while case workers from the International Organization for Migration were inside trying to fix the problem.

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The U. My son Mohammad and I had been so happy because we were finally going to the U. We had made a deal that we were going to the Pyramids today. It was going to be our last memory from Egypt. Our bags are ready. I have prepared everything and weighed the bags. Now I'm crying and my son is upset. I don't know if I should unpack or not. My family in the U. My son was so happy. He's very attached to his granddad who's in the U. He's like a father to him.

She has to purchase his plane ticket herself because he's not part of the refugee program like his mother due to his dual Canadian and Syrian citizenship. I took him out of school because I thought we were leaving and I have to pay to send him back to school and I don't know what to do. If I could be sure that he'd be able to enter the country with no problems I'd do it. I spoke to the travel agency and they told me that the fee for changing the ticket would probably be higher this time, but that they'll get back to me.

My son really wants to go, but at the same time he wants to be with me. He's afraid like me. Alali was supposed to board a plane headed to the U. But today she received a call from the International Organization for Migration, informing her that she will not be traveling after all. They postponed my travel. Others will be traveling tomorrow, but not me. Alali's son was born in Canada and is a dual Syrian and Canadian citizen, meaning that he is not part of the refugee program like his mother. After putting up with all these infidelities, suffering absurd humiliations shall I now, as an old woman to which I'm well resigned, open my eyes, put up a fight, take chances?

For what? Shall I care more about my daughter's pride than my own? Let her put up with it as I have. Of whom? Of you? Let's not melodramatize. Such thoughts don't dictate my conduct. There's nothing in my past to blush out. Are you trying to worry me? Well, you won't. I have too much sense. Anyway, we'll be judged by our acts. What have I done wrong?

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God took my son from me. What more can He do to me? I no longer fear him. The coldness of your heart may keep you from him forever. This is madness! Nothing can part us from those we have loved more than life, more than salvation itself.

Love is stronger than death. Your scriptures say so. He is love itself. If you would love, don't place yourself beyond love's reach. You must resign yourself. Open your heart. I go to Mass. I could have given up worship altogether.

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Indeed, I thought of it. I lived in peace, and I should have died in peace. God has ceased to matter to me. What will you gain by making me admit I hate Him, you fool? Now at last you are face to face. He and you. You must yield to him unconditionally. I was saying to myself, 'If there were, in this world someplace free from God, if it meant suffering a death every second, eternally, I'd carry my son to that place. If your God were the god of the pagans or philosophers, though he might take refuge in the highest heavens, our misery would drag him down.

But as you know ours did not wait. You might shake your fist at Him, spit in His face, whip Him with rods, and finally nail Him to a cross. What would it matter? It is already done. The priest quickly gets it out and places his hand on the Countess's head to comfort her weeping. That evening the Countess dies and the next morning when the priest hears the tragic news he rushes to the manor to see her. When leaving the manor the priest overhears murmuring about him and when he gets a talk from the Count's uncle Canon he is told that people all over town are spreading rumors on the priests last conversation with the Countess.

People don't hate your simplicity The priest returns to the manor and Chantal lets him inside. She pushes him into the drawing-room and tells him that the governess is leaving and she is finally getting what she wanted. The priest says, "Little good it will do you. If you stay as you are, you'll always find someone to hate. But the only person you really hate is yourself. The Count returns to the manor and tells the priest to stay out of his families affairs from now on and to leave his daughter alone. The Count says to him, "I disapprove of your indiscretions.

Your character and your habits are a danger to the parish. I bid you good day father. Torcy one day arrives and talks to his younger colleague about his poor diet and lack of prayer, but the priest remains unable to focus on doing so. Torcy says, "You suffer too much to pray.

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That's how I see it. I could tell a different one," the priest says. Torcy tells the priest to stay away from the daughter Chantel because she is a demon but the priest says as long as he is the priest in this town he will close his doors to no one. For days the priest is worried that people in the town of Ambricort were secretly judging and accusing him of things he didn't do but he decides to let everyone judge his actions for himself. While sitting home with an open bottle of wine, Torcy surprises him by arriving to his home to which the Priest accidentally gets up and spills the wine bottle on the floor right when Torcy enters the house.

Seeing the broken bottle of wine on the floor, Torcy believes the priest has developed a drinking problem. So that's how it is. This isn't wine. It's some monstrous poison. After his health worsens, the priest goes to get help at a small local hospital and while walking home during the night he faints in the Auchy woods.


Her hands I stared at her hands. Now I'd see them, now they'd disappear. As my pain grew more extreme, I took one of them in mine. Having a sudden overbearing fear of death the priest decides to take the train to Lille the next morning and see a professional doctor. Before leaving that morning, Chantal makes a surprise visit while the Priest is packing. The priest asks her to help since she came all the way there against her father's will. Chantal becomes cruel when the priest tells her he will only listen to what she has to say in a confession booth and Chantel then rudely tells him her father can easily get him transferred since the whole town takes him for a drunkard.

I want everything. I'll try everything. I will sin just for sin's sake. I'll damn myself if I please. I don't believe in miracles any more than ghosts but I think I knew my mother. Yes, as young as my companion. Things suddenly seemed simple. Youth is blessed. It's a risk you take, and even that risk is blessed. By some premonition I can't explain, I understood that God didn't want me to die without knowing something of this risk. Just enough for my sacrifice to be complete when it's time came.

Finally seeing the doctor, the priest learns the truth of his condition as the doctor diagnoses him with stomach cancer which is a disease that rarely occurs to people his age. Staying at the hospital in Lille the priest decides to again start writing in his diary: "I think of my last few mornings this week, of the cock's crow and my peaceful window. How fresh and pure it all was!

Suddenly the priest starts to get weak as he slowly passes out. Abbot lays him down in his bed and runs to the pharmacy while his girlfriend arrives home and comforts him. A month later, he had changed his mind and could not put them away. Otto decided to copy excerpts for his relatives in Basel and started working on a translation into German. But when he read her texts, he realised that this had not been the case. I had had no idea of the depth of her thoughts and feelings.

They felt that Anne's texts were 'an important human document' and that Otto should not keep the texts to himself. It took some time before Otto agreed with them. Still, it was not easy to find a publisher so soon after the war, because most people wanted to look to the future. Jan Romein's column piqued the interest of Contact, an Amsterdam publishing house.

Otto made a compilation of Anne's diary, her rewritten diary texts, and some short stories.