"I wrote this poem after my uncle, Abdel Hamid Ghalayini, whose body was found under rubble 17 days after a devastating bomb attack that killed 17 other people including the late Prime Minister Rafik Hariri, was laid to rest at a massive funeral. It is dedicated to my dear cousins, Lama & Rana, whose strength shocked the Lebanese society throughout this tragedy."
I love you Ranzouzi and Lemmo...
He was walking the walk of innocence, Gently and undisturbed.
They were so many of them, their cries were left unheard.
Suddenly a blast went off, it shook the country as a whole
February 14th was the day when we lost our uncle’s soul.
The tragedy did not end here, his body we were not able to find
They were not looking for him, the truth they were trying to hide
Appeals, cries everyday looking in the tragedy’s centre
It took us 17 days to finally get a pass to enter
And when the family did hoping his body would be found
20 minutes later there he was under the rebels on the ground
Dark clouds all of a sudden covered our sight
And daylight straight after turned into night
Within the tears of many souls,
Emotions flew without control
My cousins at that moment had just realized
They have lost a father, the man who was their guide
My thoughts to my family were sent above
Everyday in my prayers, cried for our God of love
To give them the strength in these days of sorrow
For my family to have the ability to face tomorrow
For smiles to find a way through time and space,
So they would hold them in a comforting embrace,
To heal their aching soul during a dream,
While angels chase away their silent scream.
He was a martyr was all that I can say
An angel in the sky that will safeguard their day
He said goodbye and gave you guys a kiss
Now all you can do is reminisce
Never forget him, never let him leave your mind
Tell him you love him, every second, everyday, all the time...
