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- I can remember the fragrance of jasmine, of the white flowers, nice-smelling.

- I was only a child, we used to leave in Mary’s month to celebrate the novenas of prayers at church.

- Everyday, there was a different house where the priest brought the Virgin Mary to bless the house and the family.

- We used to pass behind the priest with the Virgin, singing with my mother, my sister, my brothers.

- We prayed and then, the housewife gave us lemonade, homemade cakes, sweets,

- and as I was such a small girl that I was on my mother’s knees while the women talked.

- I started singing at around that time. People used to tell me I had a nice voice, just like my mother, my sister and my grandmother.

- Singing is a family matter.

- I prefer religious songs. I don’t sing to be listened to.

- Saint Augustine said: ‘To sing properly is to pray twice’.

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- Sometimes when I sing for Lebanon, people tell me I make them cry.

- I like it as crying is a relief. And it washes the heart and the eyes.

- The brothers were separated, forced to take different paths.

- The country of sun and water. Devastated by fire from hell.

- The gorgeous landscapes reduced to dust.

- They locked us in a trunk.

- Lord, save us.

- You, Love Spring.

- Alone you are in my heart.

- Eva was born in Rayak, in Lebanon, in the 1960s. After spending her teen years in Abidjan, she settled in Marseille with her husband.

- She now has 4 children. Eva considered herself as a “Lebanese in France and French in Lebanon".

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