It’s Thursday. It’s the day they have feared for a long time. It’s the day where they all couldn’t wait to read your editorial, hoping they won’t be revealed, they won’t be exposed, that they would survive yet another week.
You were the voice of the nation. You were the beat of the nation. We have always waited for you, waited for your editorials. We wanted you to unmask the cowards, the thieves, the hypocrites.
Now, after more than two years of your assassination, guess what dearest Gebran? They are still AFRAID, they are still SMALL, they are still COWARDS.
Yet, some of them thought that they have the right to talk about you. To question your stands and beliefs, to lecture us about what you really meant, or what you said or where you stand.
Those low-life-journalist-wanna-be forgot that you were assassinated, not forgotten. That you are and will always stay alive in our souls, in our dreams, in our eternal hope for a better Liban. That no matter what they say, and no matter what they do, they wont be able to change us, or change our eternal beliefs.
Let them try, dear Gebran. They are exposed, naked, and small. While we are strong, faithful and loyal.