دمَّ الشهداء Walid Zein, Fares Sweidan, Dimitri Ajram ,....
....ايلي حبيقة, إنّ المحاسبة آتية لا محال
....ايلي حبيقة, إنّ المحاسبة آتية لا محال
الوزير الراحل شهيدنا البطل الرئيس ايلي حبيقة صرف عمره على العمل والتعب, اغتيلت حقيقة عشرين عاماً وأكثر، عبثاً تبحث عنها محاكم محلية مقصِّرة أو أخرى دولية مسيَّسةElie HOBEIKA, you are in our hearts and minds every minute of the day, daily....now and for ever and ever!
....أمّا روح ايلي حبيقة التي لا تموت أصلاً فنتمنّى لها دوام القوّة والعزم والطهارة
ELIE, It's so easy to forgive, so very hard to forget.....RIP
One can see the wisdom in his very visage. The hazel eyes, glowing from sockets lined with deep suntan emotions, beam with the brilliance of a limelight. His hair, looking like spun silver, sits neatly in place upon his head. Yet, as he nods slightly, it sparkles, each strand in concert, as if to echo the exuberance of his own nature. His nose, strong and stately, arcs proudly above the overshadowed yet undaunted mouth. The lips, bold as they are, show incredible kindness and generosity, especially when he curls them into one of his particularly boyish grins. His countenance mirrors his being and in that beautiful angel face one can see a child playing in a meadow. His forty six years do not show themselves in his posture. He stands tall, erect; and moves with unmitigated grace. Always dressed in perfect clothes, his bright colors dazzle and shine in the Lebanon sun. What a sight this man is to behold! The experiences, heartbreaks, loves, joys, and victories of forty six years of living, all combine into one fascinating embodiment within him, a Heroes' Hero and the greatest man ever...
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Ce que je n’oublierai jamais, mon cher Elie, c’est le jour de ton départ ! Comment aurais-je jamais pu imaginé que tu tomberais à « Hazmieh », lâchement assassiné ! Comment pouvais-je expliquer à tes amis, la cause de ta mort si incompréhensible et injuste ? Dans notre pays, on assassine les héros au lieu de les glorifier et on récompense les assassins !
9 ans après, tu es toujours présent parmis nous...
100 ans après, tu seras toujours présent parmis nous...
Je n’oublierai jamais !
9 ans après, tu es toujours présent parmis nous...
100 ans après, tu seras toujours présent parmis nous...
Je n’oublierai jamais !
Elie Hobeika died with exemplary courage, as one would expect. He never complained about pain or whimpered or cried out...
His death was HEROIC . He never quit fighting, never surrendered, and never gave up. He died like a king...
He died like The Great Phoenix. For the world, which seems to lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help from pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night....HK for EVER. I thank you with all my heart...
Nurturing, compassionate, generous, noble, courageous, heroic, unparalleled, Mr. Elie Hobeika who was assassinated by the cowards of Leb. Military intelligence and Asef Shawkat's SMI, working for CIA/MOSSAD and the infamous White House Murder INC, of GWB and Ariel Sharon....who are both wanted war criminals, butchers and assassins.
With tears in their eyes and flowers in their hands people paid tribute to
their national hero. Sad at the loss, which can not be compensated yet pride
was all over their faces,sacrificed their son of the soil. His was a death
for a noble cause of dying for one's own country. Such men are not born
everyday, they belong to the rare class of humanity, who are an example in
themselves, and they are the ones who set precedents. And they themselves
are unprecedented...
Since January 24th 2002, I have only awakened to a nightmare--the nightmare
of life without you Elie, and this I cannot bear. The memories showing your
pictures non stop... in my mind; you are so alive and tangible that I can
almost touch you, but it is only "almost" because already I cannot.
Elie Hobeika, you were the pillar of fire before the camp and now we are
left as only the camp, alone, in the dark, and it is so cold and sad for us
all. I know we are talking in terms of a national tragedy, but how can you
try to comfort an entire people or include them in your personal pain, when
many do not stop crying, and we are mute, feeling the enormous void that is
left only by your absence?
Few truly knew you. They can still talk a lot about you, but I feel that
they know nothing about the depth of the pain, the disaster and, yes, this
terrible void, for us, the family and the friends, who are left only as the
camp, without you, our pillar of fire.
Elie, you were, and still are, our hero. I want you know that in all I have
ever done, I have always seen you before my eyes. Your esteem and love
accompanied us in every step and on every path, and we lived in the light of
your values. You never abandoned us, and now "they" have abandoned you, my
eternal hero--cold and lonely--and I can do nothing to save you, you who are
so wonderful.
People greater than I have already eulogized you, but none of them was
fortunate like myself [to feel] the caress of your warm, soft hands and the
warm embrace that was just for us, or your smiles which will always say so
much, the same smile that is no more, and froze with you. I have no feelings
of revenge because my pain and loss are so big, too big. The ground has
slipped away from under our feet, and we are trying, somehow, to sit in this
empty space that has been left behind, in the meantime, without any
particular success. I am incapable of finishing, but it appears that a
strange Cabal..., a miserable person, has already finished for me. Having no
choice, I part from you, a hero, and ask that you rest in peace, that you
think about us and miss us, because we here, down below, love you so much...
our only consolation is our complete faith in our God's special place for
you, up there with him for ever, and that he will know how to take care of
the "assassins" in time...
To the angels of heaven that are accompanying you now, I ask that they watch
over you, that they guard you well, because you deserve such a guard. We
will love you Elie Hobeika, always.
The secret of selling yourself is to have a product you truly believe in.
Elie Hobeika is the perfect embodiment of these words. He is a kind,
nurturing, compassionate, generous, noble,courageous, heroic, unparalleled,
unmatched, dependable, supportive, humorous, intelligent, clever, sometimes
hilarious, talented, amazing, entertaining, proud, disciplined, profoundly
interesting man. He gave me my deeply appreciated "knowledge...," and along
with tons of documents and more... . The world was my oyster as we traveled
from town to town, city to city, country to country, with the greatest man
ever, Elie Hobeika...
With tears in their eyes and flowers in their hands people paid tribute to
their national hero. Sad at the loss, which can not be compensated yet pride
was all over their faces,sacrificed their son of the soil. His was a death
for a noble cause of dying for one's own country. Such men are not born
everyday, they belong to the rare class of humanity, who are an example in
themselves, and they are the ones who set precedents. And they themselves
are unprecedented...
Since January 24th 2002, I have only awakened to a nightmare--the nightmare
of life without you Elie, and this I cannot bear. The memories showing your
pictures non stop... in my mind; you are so alive and tangible that I can
almost touch you, but it is only "almost" because already I cannot.
Elie Hobeika, you were the pillar of fire before the camp and now we are
left as only the camp, alone, in the dark, and it is so cold and sad for us
all. I know we are talking in terms of a national tragedy, but how can you
try to comfort an entire people or include them in your personal pain, when
many do not stop crying, and we are mute, feeling the enormous void that is
left only by your absence?
Few truly knew you. They can still talk a lot about you, but I feel that
they know nothing about the depth of the pain, the disaster and, yes, this
terrible void, for us, the family and the friends, who are left only as the
camp, without you, our pillar of fire.
Elie, you were, and still are, our hero. I want you know that in all I have
ever done, I have always seen you before my eyes. Your esteem and love
accompanied us in every step and on every path, and we lived in the light of
your values. You never abandoned us, and now "they" have abandoned you, my
eternal hero--cold and lonely--and I can do nothing to save you, you who are
so wonderful.
People greater than I have already eulogized you, but none of them was
fortunate like myself [to feel] the caress of your warm, soft hands and the
warm embrace that was just for us, or your smiles which will always say so
much, the same smile that is no more, and froze with you. I have no feelings
of revenge because my pain and loss are so big, too big. The ground has
slipped away from under our feet, and we are trying, somehow, to sit in this
empty space that has been left behind, in the meantime, without any
particular success. I am incapable of finishing, but it appears that a
strange Cabal..., a miserable person, has already finished for me. Having no
choice, I part from you, a hero, and ask that you rest in peace, that you
think about us and miss us, because we here, down below, love you so much...
our only consolation is our complete faith in our God's special place for
you, up there with him for ever, and that he will know how to take care of
the "assassins" in time...
To the angels of heaven that are accompanying you now, I ask that they watch
over you, that they guard you well, because you deserve such a guard. We
will love you Elie Hobeika, always.
The secret of selling yourself is to have a product you truly believe in.
Elie Hobeika is the perfect embodiment of these words. He is a kind,
nurturing, compassionate, generous, noble,courageous, heroic, unparalleled,
unmatched, dependable, supportive, humorous, intelligent, clever, sometimes
hilarious, talented, amazing, entertaining, proud, disciplined, profoundly
interesting man. He gave me my deeply appreciated "knowledge...," and along
with tons of documents and more... . The world was my oyster as we traveled
from town to town, city to city, country to country, with the greatest man
ever, Elie Hobeika...
“ Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.” – Theodore Roosevelt
“ Furthermore, we have not even to risk the adventure alone, for the heroes of all time, HK, have gone before us. The labyrinth is thoroughly known. We have only to follow the thread of the hero path of HK..., and where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god. And where we had thought to slay another we shall slay ourselves. Where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence. And where we had thought to be alone we shall be with all the world. ” – Joseph Campbell
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