Yaroun today…

Hajjeh Rabab Nehme, the Southern heroine who stood fearlessly with her arms spread wide, defying the snipers of the occupation forces, determined to enter her border village, Maroun al-Rass.

- “What are you searching for, Abu Haidar? What are you looking for?”
- “For Haidar, who else?” he responds, with a smile full of longing and patience, mixed with tears of pride that never run dry.

Oh, Abu Haidar, perhaps this time you won’t find him...
Haidar, who used to play hide and seek with you when he was a little boy, hiding behind the olive tree in the garden, in the corners of his room’s closet, or behind the curtain-places where you, Abu Haidar, always knew where he was hiding. But you would let him win, rejoicing with him over his little victory, the strategy he had perfected, which made you smile despite everything.

But this time, Haidar is not hiding...
Haidar has reached a place very far away,
A place as beautiful as his soul, a place worthy of heroes like him.
Forgive us, Abu Haidar, for perhaps you will not find him today.
But we are certain that one day, he will meet you at the gates of paradise, waiting for you with his companions, and you will embrace each other tightly.

Father of the missing martyr, Haidar al-Dibiq, looking for his son’s remains.

و الدنيا مولاي ما أقبحها من بعدك?

وأنا يا الله، لا نُور لي‏..

“أنا الصاروخ"
‏ شبابنا مميزين?
‏⁧ #لبنان⁩