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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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?

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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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