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A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF PM RAFIC HARIRI (RIP)
To all viewers...
It is hard to say a couple of words about our father,
hero, dream warrior, and accomplisher Mr. Rafic Hariri.
However, we can all say we only wanted to see him a
victorer again and renew our loyalty to him by electing
him and his party. They say a drowning man reaches for
anything around even a straw but in this case our safe
refuge and shore from tidal waves has been made
invisible by giant hard hearts. We can see all the light
that Mr. Hariri has brought a long. Can you tell me where
in this country can you look where you can't seem to feel
or see his soul and art? Whether you ride in your car
using his roads, whether you go to your schools and
read in the books which he financed their programs, or
even whether you say goodbye to departing relatives or
friends or hello to newcomers in the airport. I say how
can someone ever abstain from searching for you in
every aspect in our daily lives or every time we open the
TV to see some new project. I mean we expect to see
you sponsoring it. We love you but it is very weakening
and destructive to part.
Truly yours ... a student who followed you in search for
the light.
[1]
Thurs., March 10, 2005
To the pure soul of our late nationalistic hero Mr. Rafic
Al Hariri;
You have left an everlasting incurable emptiness that
seems to be taking over our hearts and minds. We are in
a state of loss of direction. I mean you set out a certain
trajectory for us to follow. Indeed, it's a long path but it
surely is towards a brighter side of the world. We wish
that you'd still be here to hold our hands and help us
pull through our problems. However, with you being
gone we fear to be in stalemate. We don't want to let go
of your dream because we the young ones were your
chivalry of sure victory to freedom, sovereignty, and
prosperity. We believe in you, but mostly we want to
bring all your projects, wishes, aspirations and
meditations to reality in the honor of your cherished
memory. If there was to be a coronation for the throne
of liberty in this nation then it should be held for u. You
were born a leader for all people and an example for all
coming generations who look forward to a leader. If
great Jamal Abdel Nasser was Egypt's beloved son and
inspirer then you are our Jamal Abdel Nasser the
inspirer, father, lord protector, and liberator. Mr. Hariri
you are a school of a deeply rooted philosophy of a way
of living, humanity, and sacrifice.
God bless you and make you an inhabitant of the highest
heavens, and bring justice to your case!
Truly yours, your disciple
[2]
Sat., March 12, 2005
Days pass by and every one is waiting to see the
outcome of the investigation. But in reality, every one is
waiting to end the reign of unfinished graves. It is only
here in this country that graves lack headstones to
honor their owners. Some would say how come? We
know that a headstone is the finishing touch of a grave,
but here in Lebanon a headstone is mercy and a reason
to rejoice, because the souls are finally going home. The
journey is long and as such, it has been even for our
beloved Mr. Hariri, but we have a speck of light that
removes the traces of injustice in the hands of our new
Prime Minister. I loved Mr. Hariri as my hero, but what I
respected most was his absolute politeness and
tolerance that he received from badgering politicians.
But today I love our Prime Minister for his ability to set
things straight by wagging a ruler that says right is right
and can be serious business that can put you back in
your place if you forget. God rest the soul of Mr. Hariri
our hero and make him the means for the ending of all
the unfinished graves here.
Wed., October 12, 2005
And as old people used to say: Better late than never.
Well, in our case, truth has finally pushed its way
through the crowds of cruelty and oppression. Here
comes the truth to dazzle the eyes. Yes, Mehlis has not
said his last, but for sure such a man of few words has [3]
yet much to reveal. For now, we will have to follow
Mehlis and lurk in the shadows for the criminals to
loosen up and come out to the open again. They can
laugh for now but Mr. Hariri's powerful soul is still here
present in our anxious waiting rooms waiting to seal
their dreadful ends. The truth is light. A light is
something that creeps into the slightest of all cracks
only to spread its glamour on darkened and moist fungi
populated areas. If Mr. Hariri posed to be an ironclad
grip on the country's well being and interests, then right
now he is their executioner and judge.
God bless Mr. Hariri.
Fri., October 21, 2005
If I can pull back the time I would only want to hear Mr.
Hariri tell the cowards that days prey on men. Yes, life is
an immortal host who serves the finest events in fancy
glasses. For a minute, all diners like Mr. Hariri's
murderers are in glee only to realize that they were
served with Arsenic acid. This is all God's doing since he
has plans to honor Mr. Hariri in life and to immortalize
his deeds after death. They were so greedy that they
engorged themselves with lies. And to their ignorance
when life offered the glass of pride adorned with blood
they quickly said a toast to their victory and that gave
them away. Again justice the Almighty’s loyal servant
chose to honor Mr. Hariri and bring the culprits in chains
from their necks till their ankles, but as the elder
ruthless culprits sat carefree and happy for the bad
tidings that their fellow criminals suffered. Mr. Hariri's [4]
pure blood stirred the events and sent the wind to guide
the investigations to point out the real players behind
the pones. A wise man once said: “Don’t be fooled if the
greenhorn comes freely without a nose because he left it
in exchange for the throne under the queen”. But I say
to all the cowards out there, if you once ate straight out
of the hand of our Mr. Hariri because he let you then
don’t expect to eat without his permission and throw
back the seed at him without shedding your blood for
that.
God Bless our Prime Minister and Martyr Mr. Hariri.
Tues, Nov. 15, 2005
Today we honor our patriot and father Mr. Hariri as an
entrancing being and one of a kind. We can only say let
all your foes fret and fume themselves from rage for you
will always sit on top of all men's hearts. Wherever
people shall turn to look for a counterpart for good, they
shall only cherish and see you. It is very sad to
acknowledge the fact that our nation suffers from a rise
in the numbers of humbugs while pure beings like you
are left to part. It is hard to think of you in a parting
situation when we just learned about your presence and
sensed your essence. Your soul shall remain the elixir we
drink every time we feel we are about to loosen our grip
or feel deranged from life's injustice. May you stay to
guard our unrested souls to the safe shores of
prosperity along with our aspirations. It is from you
where we learned that man's soul was never meant to be [5]
a size bigger than his body. According to you, man's soul
must be enormous and guided by a golden heart in order
to give and not want. You taught us that what the right
hand gives the left should not know about. To you giving
is living but to us God's will of giving you in our time was
the real thee to living. We shall nurture our love for you
as long as our words exist and fail to fade with the dust
of dark times and tidings. No matter how much we tell
you what we feel is just a speck compared to what you
felt when they sundered your work without notice.
May God sunder their hearts and darken their days
without forgiveness. God bless you Mr. Hariri and grant
you the highest of ranks in heaven for you were the
silver lining in our lives.
Truly yours, your loyal disciple,
Wed.,Nov.16, 2005
Peace be upon your pure spirit Mr. Hariri for you were
the only one who lived with modesty chivalry's diadem.
You were the lucid morning for all who have eyes and
day's blessed son. The day before yesterday I walked
into my faculty of law in Hadath. I swear I almost heard
you say an opinion is never a supposition and that the
rivulet of expenses can never make a billow murky. You
were with us as we sat in our classrooms. You
remembered how much we suffered during winter from
the cold so you installed central heating. You even
remembered how much we hated glittering white boards
that flickered with the light and that's why you made the [6]
classroom more lighted. You even supervised the choice
of the tiles and paint in order to add a shade of youth
and contemporary mood into our school days. You
always said that adversity was in charge of rationality
and that's why you wanted to bring our dreams to life in
the form of comfort. And because you looked into your
glass's marking to tell what's yours from ours you told
us to be patient. Well we waited only to realize that
religion was the augury of a bountiful man like you. The
donkeys that went to search for horns in the gardens
you built came back with mutilated ears. But like always,
you believed they were from us and took them in.
They didn't know that you had them in your jar of love
and wanted to safeguard them so you tightened the cap.
They were greenhorns who ran from your scorching heat
of love and patronage only to dive into flames. But when
they touched the flames with their skins, they woke up
in heaven and were served with honey instead of boiling
lead. They cried. Yes they did. Well they ought to, for
they used their unjust rage to raise tidal waves of
madness to support the existence of the lightning of a
rainless cloud. But you knew that they weren't the first
to follow the mirage of false pride and spite. You knew
that they were only misguided by the extended tongues
of those sharks with dry hands. But I shall not be
carefree with them. I shall mark them and remember to
sympathize with them. However, I shall always
remember when they mention you with flattery that you
are not what they say but you are also higher and
[7]
mightier than what they keep inside themselves. My
love, my respects, and my aspirations are all driven from
the energy your presence has engraved in my soul. Your
hands are filled with the fragrance of the flowers of
purity, benevolence, and passion. And because you gave
these flowers to all of us, to all Lebanon, and to all the
people to be born in this country we shall always
remember your life as the day that our hearts collided
with independence.
Love in your words is not about looking into your lover's
eyes but instead it is about looking in the same direction
your lover does. From you we shall always say and
repeat that man should never eat from the granaries of
his neighbor because his blessing is venom to the
foreigner. Mr. Hariri your life and your legacy is the
beacon that lights the ways for up coming generations
and the bell that tolls for prayer but it is also the
conversation that leads the way to the hearts of all men.
May God bless your family and posterity. May God give
you the justice you always fought for and show the world
what a dauntless knight you were.
Yours truly a student who realized that learning the
ways of giants like you is a heritage.
Tues, Nov. 22, 2005
As the wind blows & time goes memories of our beloved
Martyr Mr. Hariri flash back. And when the morning
[8]
exposes all & leaves no room for discretion, I remember
Mr. Hariri’s blessed hands opening to show the seeds of
fruitful trees. He believed that all fields are but seas
that only sustain good swimmers & not drop outs. And
now that he has gone to reside in our wishful hearts, we
see his dreams of the future radiant in the skies inviting
us to make the flight. Like a clear well defined prism he
managed to cast his motivation in our spirits to work
harder in the form of colorful episodes of joy & emotion.
His motto was always to be our own guardian. His goal
was always to complete things by remembering that a
pendant can't hang without a necklace. He believed that
work is a way to sculpture man’s will into fate. And
that’s why he taught generations to give their hearts a
pair of eyes & to use their hands like all free spirited
beings as their scales. And when the work is done the
admission of excellence from your foes shall extinguish
the fire of their commission on your rights. God bless
your soul Mr. Hariri for waking our young generations
before their graves are dug in life’s heather and war’s
maneuver.
Yours truly, your loyal disciple
Sat.,Dec.3, 2005
God bless you Mr. Hariri. Our hearts were the lyres you
played & your words were the only things that satisfied
our random spirits when they scorched with anger from
life's deranged flips. Peace be upon your soul because
from it we peeked into the world of giant freedom
[9]
fighters like Gibran Tueni. Your tears in the lonely nights
carried our minds to meet other Lebanese minds in
brotherhood. & when our hero Mr. Tueni took the
responsibility to share the truth, they spilled his blood
too. They thought that if they took you & Mr. Gibran
Tueni from us then they would kill the freedom of speech
& the country to give ignorance the upper hand. But only
the complete truth, which both of you watered &
cultivated in our souls shall bring Lebanon its rights
back. Lebanon is proud to be your land of birth & resting
place. May you both rest in peace dearly beloved.
Yours Truly,
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Humility is man’s essence but equity with his own self is
what makes up his value. However, sincerity & the
bravery to walk straight when the blood is gushing from
one’s veins is divine. Only then, a man is said to have a
cause for the world to celebrate. How much can we be
hungry for absolute unconditional love? Me I know one
thing. I know that God has chosen our land to raise in it
the flag of devotion & selflessness colored with the
blood of heroes like Mr. Hariri & Mr. Tueni. And when the
time is right the angels of God with their prayers for our
martyrs' souls & the damning of the culprits, pride shall
fall. Pride is only right for God & God only. So let us be
proud only to die in the name of liberty as martyrs.
Truly yours,
[10]
Wed., Dec. 14, 2005
We invoke all the souls of our martyrs who died only to
keep the holy tree of unity in place. Unity is our divine
sanctuary during wars where riches are posing as spoils
waiting to entangle us in dark tunnels of deception.
Nevertheless, if we look carefully below the tree of unity
we will be able to pick up its glamorous fruits that
deflect sparks of a common futuristic outlook. Until then
we can only hope that we have enough pure hearts to fill
with nationalism to water unity long enough and
thorough enough to help it continue its legacy of bearing
the fruits of divine transcendence. However, we can
always make things easier to grow in our backyards by
loving one another until each fuses his or her soul with
the other to fulfill a reflection of a didactic soul worthy
of standing by unity like Mr. Hariri & our martyrs. They
earned their place through living as a reincarnation of
nationalism in flesh in order to bring back our healthy
supreme Lebanon.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Through martyrdom, Mr. Hariri has shown us the
following:
Through martyrdom Mr. Hariri has shown us that serenity
is found in our lives when we find the heavens continuous
with the plains & waters behind the mountains. & when
faith shines cutting its way with sunrays through rainy
[11]
clouds man finds peace with himself. Hence, he lives a life
of open-ended options destined to a phase of journeys of
mind exploration. Suddenly, when one finds another soul
in the journey with the proper interpretations of his
wishes, meanings in life gain the right shades. Next
evasive maneuvers fall apart in free falls leaving out all
the bitterness to make room for freedom of choice in the
name of happiness. Only then, we sense the filtering of
our lives with dimensions of aspirations higher than our
own sole selves in the very existence of people like Mr.
Hariri. At that, moment man is one with God's kingdom,
the kingdom of absolute perfect virtue & righteousness.
Sat, Dec., 24, 2005
Have u ever fallen into the scorching flames only to be
dazzled with their dances & colors? Have u ever looked so
long at a river until u realized that your feeling is as deep
& flows as such? Maybe u have but u never cared. But
have u ever met people more honest & trustworthy than
earth when it comes to its seeds? Yet have you ever gone
where the wind blows just because your heart is there?
Well that's the time when we realize that we miss
someone so dearly. That's Mr. Hariri.
May God bless u & give u justice.
Sun., Jan. 15, 2006
Amidst their dark hearts dwells envy, which is ignorance’s
loyal slave. And underneath their heavy eyelids, guilt
feelings roam freely. Can you show me how candid
goodness & humanity immortalized in some one like Mr.
[12]
Hariri can mingle freely with no struggle in a climate of
injustice & plots of take over? Endeavors of destruction
feed on words that are void of actuality & well-channeled
goals. But if we visualize divine wisdom when holding
hands in our fields then we shall never trip over the past.
Instead, we shall enjoy the warmth of the love for facing
mistakes with patience & humble awareness of the
present day reality. Until then, we shall never be true
followers of Mr. Hariri since we were never able to attain
a full balanced fundamental core satisfaction. We had Mr.
Hariri, a fascinating man who went to cut through the
waves of plots, temptations, & vendettas without losing
his way or capitulating.
May God’s mercy be upon your soul Mr. Hariri for whom
men’s hearts say prayers with beats that emerge gilded
with love & outlined with faith.
Sat., Jan.28, 2006
Today we cease to be shadows who only come out when
the light dims. And when tomorrow comes, we shall
release our feelings to ignite our opinions into raging
flames. And as we get ready to take our walk in your
memory, we shall let our steps run over oppression with
liberal cries of joy. And with one united spirit rushing
through the streets, we shall deepen their grave fears
until our depth drowns their souls. The truth shall set us
free from behind the walls of ignorance & monotony to
celebrate life’s duality & human intellect. Sleep in peace
[13]
Mr. Hariri for your soul is a healing balm for all spirits
that long for such nationalism, peace, & serenity. Rest
assure for the crust of independence, liberty, &
sovereignty has risen from the murky waters of injustice.
Sun., Jan.29, 2006
Perpetual allegiance can never be so when threatened
with set backs and capitulating. Justice must prevail erect
to crown nationalism in the name of humanity.
Dictatorship and oligarchy should be eradicated to the
point of no return along with their followers with no
mercy. Blind fanaticism, greed, and the desire to win
should be slain to make room for the truth. But all these
necessary axioms will be left alone to face the blizzards of
fiction if they are bare of struggle and dedication. So in
the name and memory of Mr. Hariri our bridge between
the world of liberal animated beings and the world of
dead hearts let us march. Let us form offensive legions to
restore truth and independence for Lebanon. A rose
might need a drop of dew to deflect the light from the
sun, but a diamond deflects light universally with no
exception.
Sat., Feb. 11, 2006
Today's men walk on yesterday's men with no remorse at
all. Oblivion is eventually man's fate when faced with
life's interminable education. Even headstones and
landmarks are lost to time. Only heritage is what keeps
man's presence true and vivid. Mr. Hariri set his own
[14]
heritage built on day-to-day parables. He sought to
contain these cankerworms before they reach our core
like water seeping into wood. He practiced staying
subsidiary goals and contested compressible and
containable mentalities because of their exhaustive
nature. He reached out to logisticians in his aim to walk
away from expected choices that are already well
premeditated for occurrence. Sadly, deception was busy
snipering our inner orbits from close range. Why? Well,
because we were surface gliders who were shortsighted
as to what was really beneath. We had to learn the hard
way the maxim that says no one is expendable or
irreplaceable, like a shark's teeth. Hence, a mind that
lacks awareness is like a rose that lacks poise. May God
bless Mr. Hariri for showing us that unity is poise when it
stands on both its legs: Faith in God and hope in
tomorrow.
Sat., March 11, 2006
No one knows what sailors see in the dark waters when
they're away from land. All I know is that they only see
timetables and their captain's cruising skills. But a sailor
once told me that into those dark waters he searches for
hope's broken reflection. And when he looks up into the
horizon, his heart beats faster to follow the sun as it sets
into night's lap in search for faith in tomorrow. But for us,
we search for hope's glamorous smile every time faith
steps in to keep great mountain ranges high up in the sky
and whirlwinds of death from uprooting life. We pray for [15]
divination and sobriety until we see our ship anchored
away from storms and capsizing vessels. And with dreamy
tearful eyes we ask God to bless our Mr. Hariri, our
universal beacon, and to keep his memory radiant above
murky waters of cruel life for ships to reach safely. Bless
you Mr. Hariri for you will always be remembered where
faith is a way of living and not just an emblem, God
willing.
Sat. March 11, 2006
A wise man once said that the pure & simple truth is
rarely pure & never simple! Yet sometimes memories of
the past dust the surfaces of the present to emphasize
one's merits. And today, more than ever we see Mr.
Hariri's beauty lying like snow on treetops for everyone to
see. His tact was like a virid inbound landscape of
moderation. In his bravery to accept suffering but not
surrender from badgering politicians, his patience rid life
of friction. He did not stop until his thoughts, which he
incessantly put into practice, became great acts.
Therefore, if truth exists for the wise & beauty for the
feeling hearts, then surely such courtesy & candid clear-
eyed self-restraint is exceptional charm. Hence, because
of his sensual endurance every censure from his
opponents spun him golden threads of commendations.
Tues., April 4, 2006
[16]
Desire is man's essence for it paints frescoes of his daily
disposal accented by his moral background. So if you
were an anvil then be patient but if you were a hammer
then make sure that you excruciate. Meanwhile fixed
ideas are like the calamities a parching wind bestows on a
nation when it strikes its crops leaving it to hunger's
sanctions. In a world where sincerity is lost; when an
ocean leaves its bed to expose a jewel like Mr. Hariri,
temptation circles the horizon. Mr. Hariri's light was more
than illuminating for such greedy souls that they were
blind to venture into the plains of the ocean bed. But
when the time came for the ocean to cover its bed, it
chose to keep them alive but trapped to trap other
greedy souls. At that moment, yesterday's sagas perished
to testify that kings reign only kingdoms whose peoples
are wedge-abased.
Finally, it is crucial to say that eternal vigilance is
liberty's price for glory gives herself only to those who
have always dreamt of her.
Sat., April 8, 2006
It has been said that two travelers are for sure not meant
to return: one who seeks to put the Portuguese man of
war on justice's scale & the one who sails with its sail.
Lately these parasitic jellyfish have been using their
polyps to feed vigorously on small prey & each time
leaving one cadaver for a fresher kill. Upon their carefree
disposal, they drowned in their own rubbish & they
themselves became food for scavengers. Once again, [17]
truth's sun rose beautifully to honor heroes like Mr. Hariri
to set once more into democracy's ever silent but
dangerous sea & battlefield. Hence, scavengers live side
by side with predators to keep the balance; meanwhile
those who kill both mother & child shall perish by their
own greed. Sadly, this is the picture Lebanese politicians
nowadays portray to the public. It is so unfair!
Sat., June 3, 2006
At times when regret rolls up its sleeves, I seek my hero
Mr. Hariri. I envision him sailing calmly on the raft of
souls of megalomaniac politicians of today. I see him peer
from his palanquin's window radiant with joy. The
horizon's pixy lights race like wild stallions to conquer
personal gain's craters & announce that Mr. Hariri has
won time's rebuking heart. Then he gently points out the
fine material he wishes to furnish his palace within love's
citadel. Amazingly, he smiles back at me & says morality
is a platform from which self-respect addresses
immortality. At that, moment sincerity's thunder strikes
me within & I wake up on depth's highlands to chant
ballads of Mr. Hariri's sagas.
Fri., June 9, 2006
A friend of mine once told me that trying to forget
someone we love is like trying to remember someone we
never met. When the heart bleeds out its contents only
loss is what is left behind. Hence, sweet memories turn [18]
into ghosts that tear through one's soul. However, only
the kind words of our loved ones are what help us keep
our sanity. The thought of them extending their hands to
pull us up when we slip is what keeps us going day after
day. Mr. Hariri was & will always be that helping hand &
guiding spirit; we shall call upon at the darkest times. He
is the fire we set when we are lost at sea to be found. He
is the guiding star in our cloudy skies, the fire that brings
heroes to Valhalla & the fountain of life for all the sick &
hurt ones. He sharpens our senses & helps our souls
levitate to higher levels of realization of our essence.
May God bless you Mr. Hariri for bringing us closer to God
through prayer, & bring justice to your case.
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
Sweet words are the banners of the double standards for
which man goes to war for. We all know that life is not
always a bed of roses but we often forget that sweet
words can never resurrect the dead, cannot put bread on
the table, or even heal wounds & disabilities. So tell me
can your sweet words now stop the mother of the 17-
year-old boy I saw in the ER with no interior organs
because he was hit by a mortar from shouting why? Is it a
question of a fast & easy death or about who will have
the last word? At times like this, one is not sure any more
who he is or whether he has the right to be happy & well.
I think that these are the questions that Mr. Hariri would
ask the comatose conscience of the world of warlords
today.
[19]
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Reflection is the shawl that shields life from despair, to
adorn its shoulders like that of a woman's. Everyday it
loses one or more of its fibers slowly fading to insure
life's freedom from grim & starkness. But hope is the
sunlight that opens life's iris to project the human soul
within. Only then, one fathoms that he is here to build
bridges, not walls. We are here to allot to life the joy that
goes with being shaped & fashioned by what we love so
as to bring justice back to life.
Life shall remain Hades for those of us who feel & a farce
for others who think unless we cease to be the vim
charlatans who are ready to love humanity but not their
neighbors. We need to be more like our Mr. Hariri & that
is not only to realize the ideal but also to idealize the
real.
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
It is worthy to acknowledge that half of the world is
composed of people who have something to say and
cannot; and the other half who have nothing to say and
keep on chattering. Meanwhile, random opinions and
blind zeal kindle the flames of intolerance, leaving no
room for difference or truth. Such calamity is the perfect
[20]
glass to view one’s integrity or tell the world how foolish
and shallow one’s character is. Moments like this make
the saying: “If you keep your mouth shut, you will never
put your foot in it” the best means of preserving one’s
self-respect. In a world of indifferent politicians, gullible
minds, and oppressive organizations, sincerity and
change of opinion make silence the art of eloquent
conversation. Sadly, only Mr. Hariri had these great gifts,
for compassionate tears are the only solace that today’s
extremists deserve!
Sunday, October 8, 2006, posted on Wednesday, October
18, 2006!
When greed laments its poverty; reason steps down to
crown injustice. Yet only when men are kept alive simply
because it is illegal to kill them, will affliction prevail.
Affliction sifts ambition from its illicit form, greed.
Through a façade of cordiality, the latter transforms
criminals into archangels for avarice and aggression into
ordained prophecies for defense. Then a reign of fury and
agitation that marshals the nation towards suitable laws
is enacted. As a keen patient man, Mr. Hariri never let his
fury control him; thus leading his policies so often with a
witty touch.
Eventually, he simply managed to hitch his wagon to a
star while playing a joke on them by – agreeing with
them! Boy, isn’t censure from those who are opposed to
us the sweetest commendations of all?
[21]
Prepared on Wed., Nov.1, 2006 & posted on Thursday,
Nov. 2, 2006!
Today we honor our patriot and father Mr. Hariri as an
entrancing being and one of a kind. We can only say let
all your foes fret and fume themselves from rage for you
will always sit on top of all men's hearts. Wherever
people shall turn to look for a counterpart for good, they
shall only cherish and see you.
It is very sad to acknowledge the fact that our nation
suffers from a rise in the numbers of humbugs while pure
beings like you are left to part. It is hard to think of you in
a parting situation when we just learned about your
presence and sensed your essence. Your soul shall remain
the elixir we drink every time we feel we are about to
loosen our grip or feel deranged from life's injustice. May
you stay to guard our unrested souls to the safe shores of
prosperity along with our aspirations.
It is from you where we learned that man's soul was
never meant to be a size bigger than his body. According
to you, man's soul must be enormous and guided by a
golden heart in order to give and not want. You taught us
that what the right hand gives the left should not know
about. To you giving is living but to us God's will of giving
you in our time was the real thee to living.
We shall nurture our love for you as long as our words
exist and fail to fade with the dust of dark times and
tidings. No matter how much we tell you what we feel is
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just a speck compared to what you felt when they
sundered your work without notice.
May God sunder their hearts and darken their days
without forgiveness. God bless you Mr. Hariri and grant
you the highest of ranks in heaven for you were the silver
lining in our lives.
Truly yours, Your loyal disciple,
November16, 2005
Lebanon- a love to die for has once more lost a lover to
certify its valor to desire life through martyrdom. With a
heart so dignified with self trust, physical life is cut short.
And with a conscience glorified with faith in justice, a soul
is forged in the heat of heroism. Then heaven is easily
carried in one’s soul & never again a destination.
Don’t cry for your wilted roses Lebanon for they will be in
bloom again & however the land may have dried up the
rain will surely come. Today the assassination of Mr.
Gemayel has once again filled us with anger & despair.
We are waiting with patience, trust & perseverance for
that day to come when justice will be served at all costs.
God willing!
Prepared on Tues., Nov. 21, 2006 and posted on Wed.,
Nov. 22, 2006
Frays can make from heralds heroes or meager wind
catchers. Like empty book covers, they hover around
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preaching about an apocalypse with their shirts turned
inside out to avoid the banshees they have become. In
their frenzy, they disclosed a mentality that can not
distinguish a case of a house of cards from that of a land
sliding victory.
Yet frays are the reasons why flags were devised & we
are proud to walk straight forward underneath the winds
of our Lebanese flag. Indeed we are proud for the red
which is the blood of our martyrs, the green which is for
the prosperity our unity shall bring – God willing -, & the
white which is for our impeccable intentions & the truth
which is also light.
God bless Lebanon for begetting sons like Mr. Hariri & our
martyrs for they have truly left a lineage of heralds of
heroes and not wind catchers.
Written & posted on Friday, December 1, 2006
Everyday the level of the earth is thickening with the
increase of the number of humans who go beneath. And
when spring comes, humans will go again to the open
fields to honor their loved ones beneath. They know that
for every death a new pure soul is born. They will have to
start feeding them with emotions in their pure forms. So
much of pure essence has been spilt with the murder of
pure spirits like Mr. Hariri & Mr. Tueni, but yet so much is
to be collected & treasured.
Rest in peace dearly beloved.
Sat., Jan.14,2006
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Have u ever fallen into the scorching flames only to be
dazzled with their dances & colors? Have u ever looked so
long at a river until u realized that your feeling is as deep
& flows as such? Maybe u have but u never cared. But
have u ever met people more honest & trustworthy than
earth when it comes to its seeds? Yet have you ever gone
where the wind blows just because your heart is there?
Well that's the time when we realize that we miss
someone so dearly. That's Mr. Hariri.
May God bless u & give u justice.
Sun., Jan. 15, 2006
Amidst their dark hearts dwells envy, which is ignorance’s
loyal slave. And underneath their heavy eyelids, guilt
feelings roam freely. Can you show me how candid
goodness & humanity immortalized in some one like Mr.
Hariri can mingle freely with no struggle in a climate of
injustice & plots of take over? Endeavors of destruction
feed on words that are void of actuality & well-channeled
goals. But if we visualize divine wisdom when holding
hands in our fields then we shall never trip over the past.
Instead, we shall enjoy the warmth of the love for facing
mistakes with patience & humble awareness of the
present day reality. Until then, we shall never be true
followers of Mr. Hariri since we were never able to attain
a full balanced fundamental core satisfaction. We had Mr.
Hariri, a fascinating man who went to cut through the
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waves of plots, temptations, & vendettas without losing
his way or capitulating.
May God’s mercy be upon your soul Mr. Hariri for whom
men’s hearts say prayers with beats that emerge gilded
with love & outlined with faith.
Sat., Jan.28, 2006
Today we cease to be shadows who only come out when
the light dims. And when tomorrow comes, we shall
release our feelings to ignite our opinions into raging
flames. And as we get ready to take our walk in your
memory, we shall let our steps run over oppression with
liberal cries of joy. And with one united spirit rushing
through the streets, we shall deepen their grave fears
until our depth drowns their souls. The truth shall set us
free from behind the walls of ignorance & monotony to
celebrate life’s duality & human intellect. Sleep in peace
Mr. Hariri for your soul is a healing balm for all spirits
that long for such nationalism, peace, & serenity. Rest
assure for the crust of independence, liberty, &
sovereignty has risen from the murky waters of injustice.
Sun., Jan.29, 2006
Perpetual allegiance can never be so when threatened
with set backs and capitulating. Justice must prevail erect
to crown nationalism in the name of humanity.
Dictatorship and oligarchy should be eradicated to the
point of no return along with their followers with no
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mercy. Blind fanaticism, greed, and the desire to win
should be slain to make room for the truth. But all these
necessary axioms will be left alone to face the blizzards of
fiction if they are bare of struggle and dedication.
So in the name and memory of Mr. Hariri our bridge
between the world of liberal animated beings and the
world of dead hearts let us march. Let us form offensive
legions to restore truth and independence for Lebanon.
A rose might need a drop of dew to deflect the light from
the sun, but a diamond deflects light universally with no
exception.
February 11, 2006
Today's men walk on yesterday's men with no remorse at
all. Oblivion is eventually man's fate when faced with
life's interminable education. Even headstones and
landmarks are lost to time. Only heritage is what keeps
man's presence true and vivid.
Mr. Hariri set his own heritage built on day-to-day
parables. He sought to contain these cankerworms before
they reach our core like water seeping into wood. He
practiced staying subsidiary goals and contested
compressible and containable mentalities because of
their exhaustive nature. He reached out to logisticians in
his aim to walk away from expected choices that are
already well premeditated for occurrence.
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Sadly, deception was busy snipering our inner orbits from
close range. Why? Well, because we were surface gliders
who were shortsighted as to what was really beneath.
We had to learn the hard way the maxim that says no one
is expendable or irreplaceable, like a shark's teeth.
Hence, a mind that lacks awareness is like a rose that
lacks poise.
May God bless Mr. Hariri for showing us that unity is
poise when it stands on both its legs: Faith in God and
hope in tomorrow.
March 11, 2006
No one knows what sailors see in the dark waters when
they're away from land. All I know is that they only see
timetables and their captain's cruising skills. But a sailor
once told me that into those dark waters he searches for
hope's broken reflection. And when he looks up into the
horizon, his heart beats faster to follow the sun as it sets
into night's lap in search for faith in tomorrow.
But for us, we search for hope's glamorous smile every
time faith steps in to keep great mountain ranges high up
in the sky and whirlwinds of death from uprooting life. We
pray for divination and sobriety until we see our ship
anchored away from storms and capsizing vessels. And
with dreamy tearful eyes we ask God to bless our Mr.
Hariri, our universal beacon, and to keep his memory
radiant above murky waters of cruel life for ships to reach
safely.
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Bless you Mr. Hariri for you will always be remembered
where faith is a way of living and not just an emblem, God
willing.
March 11, 2006
A wise man once said that the pure & simple truth is
rarely pure & never simple! Yet sometimes memories of
the past dust the surfaces of the present to emphasize
one's merits. And today, more than ever we see Mr.
Hariri's beauty lying like snow on treetops for everyone to
see. His tact was like a virid inbound landscape of
moderation. In his bravery to accept suffering but not
surrender from badgering politicians, his patience rid life
of friction. He did not stop until his thoughts which he
incessantly put into practice became great acts.
Therefore, if truth exists for the wise & beauty for the
feeling hearts, then surely such courtesy & candid clear-
eyed self-restraint is exceptional charm. Hence, because
of his sensual endurance every censure from his
opponents spun him golden threads of commendations.
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
Desire is man's essence for it paints frescoes of his daily
disposal accented by his moral background. So if you
were an anvil then be patient but if you were a hammer
then make sure that you excruciate. Meanwhile fixed
ideas are like the calamities a parching wind bestows on a
nation when it strikes its crops leaving it to hunger's
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sanctions. In a world where sincerity is lost; when an
ocean leaves its bed to expose a jewel like Mr. Hariri,
temptation circles the horizon. Mr. Hariri's light was more
than illuminating for such greedy souls that they were
blind to venture into the plains of the ocean bed. But
when the time came for the ocean to cover its bed, it
chose to keep them alive but trapped to trap other
greedy souls. At that moment, yesterday's sagas perished
to testify that kings reign only kingdoms whose peoples
are wedge-abased.
Finally, it is crucial to say that eternal vigilance is
liberty's price for glory gives herself only to those who
have always dreamt of her.
Saturday, April 8, 2006
It has been said that two travelers are for sure not meant
to return: one who seeks to put the Portuguese man of
war on justice's scale & the one who sails with its sail.
Lately these parasitic jellyfish have been using their
polyps to feed vigorously on small prey & each time
leaving one cadaver for a fresher kill. Upon their carefree
disposal, they drowned in their own rubbish & they
themselves became food for scavengers. Once again,
truth's sun rose beautifully to honor heroes like Mr. Hariri
to set once more into democracy's ever silent but
dangerous sea & battlefield. Hence, scavengers live side
by side with predators to keep the balance; meanwhile
those who kill both mother & child shall perish by their
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own greed. Sadly, this is the picture Lebanese politicians
nowadays portray to the public. It is so unfair!
Saturday, June 3, 2006
A friend of mine once told me that trying to forget
someone we love is like trying to remember someone we
never met. When the heart bleeds out its contents only
loss is what is left behind. Hence, sweet memories turn
into ghosts that tear through one's soul. However, only
the kind words of our loved ones are what help us keep
our sanity. The thought of them extending their hands to
pull us up when we slip is what keeps us going day after
day. Mr. Hariri was & will always be that helping hand &
guiding spirit; we shall call upon at the darkest times. He
is the fire we set when we are lost at sea to be found. He
is the guiding star in our cloudy skies, the fire that brings
heroes to Valhalla & the fountain of life for all the sick &
hurt ones. He sharpens our senses & helps our souls
levitate to higher levels of realization of our essence.
May God bless you Mr. Hariri for bringing us closer to God
through prayer, & bring justice to your case.
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
At times when regret rolls up its sleeves, I seek my hero
Mr. Hariri. I envision him sailing calmly on the raft of
souls of megalomanian politicians of today. I see him peer
from his palanquin's window radiant with joy. The
horizon's pixy lights race like wild stallions to conquer
personal gain's craters & announce that Mr. Hariri has
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won time's rebuking heart. Then he gently points out the
fine material he wishes to furnish his palace within love's
citadel. Amazingly, he smiles back at me & says morality
is a platform from which self-respect addresses
immortality. At that, moment sincerity's thunder strikes
me within & I wake up on depth's highlands to chant
ballads of Mr. Hariri's sagas.
Friday, June 9, 2006
Sweet words are the banners of the double standards for
which man goes to war for. We all know that life is not
always a bed of roses but we often forget that sweet
words can never resurrect the dead, cannot put bread on
the table, or even heal wounds & disabilities. So tell me
can your sweet words now stop the mother of the 17-
year-old boy I saw in the ER with no interior organs
because he was hit by a mortar from shouting why? Is it a
question of a fast & easy death or about who will have
the last word? At times like this, one is not sure any more
who he is or whether he has the right to be happy & well.
I think that these are the questions that Mr. Hariri would
ask the comatose conscience of the world of warlords
today.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Reflection is the shawl that shields life from despair, to
adorn its shoulders like that of a woman's. Everyday it
loses one or more of its fibers slowly fading to insure
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life's freedom from grim & starkness. But hope is the
sunlight that opens life's iris to project the human soul
within. Only then one fathoms that he is here to build
bridges, not walls. We are here to allot to life the joy that
goes with being shaped & fashioned by what we love so
as to bring justice back to life.
Life shall remain Hades for those of us who feel & a farce
for others who think unless we cease to be the vim
charlatans who are ready to love humanity but not their
neighbors. We need to be more like our Mr. Hariri & that
is not only to realize the ideal but also to idealize the
real.
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
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