Gebran Tueni

I don’t even know where to begin. It’s difficult writing about a man you love and respect. A man who meant so much to you. A man who… sigh… Gebran was my voice. Gebran made me be heard. Gebran protected me. Gebran took care of me.The past few days, several TV stations have been replaying old interviews with Gebran. I have watched all of them before (well except the one on LBC last night) and watching them now, hearing them now, is a lot different than how I used to hear it. Hearing Gebran talking about his past and his life with feelings of pride, with emotions, it is obvious he liked who he was, he liked his life, and did not regret living the way he did. He did not regret being a journalist. Hearing him talk about death was hard to grasp now but his views of death calmed me. He does not mind being dead. He does not mind being a martyr.
Gebran I promise I will try my best to keep your memory alive.
Gebran I promise our cause did not die with you.
Gebran, I know a lot of people forgot the oath they made on March 14th, but don’t be disappointed at them, be disappointed at their leaders. The people are just a bit confused now Gebran. They need a voice to guide them and unfortunately you are not here. Don’t worry though, you just rest. You spoke in our name for years and years and now it’s time for you to rest and spend time with your mother, brother, and sister.
Gebran, you know how much I miss you and how much I think of you.
The day they killed you was shocking for me Gebran.
I was in a meeting when my phone rang. It was my dad. I usually don’t answer personal calls during meetings but that day I did. Dad asked me if I heard the news. I said no what’ going on. He told me there was another explosion and he sounded like something terrible happened. I asked where and he told me Mansouriyeh. He still sounded hesitant and I thought of my brother in Lebanon but my brother isn’t close to Mansouriyeh, especially at such an hour. So I asked why Mkalles and he said they targetted Gebran. I asked if he is ok or what’s the update. Dad was silent for a few seconds and told me he died. “He died??!!!” I exclaimed and got everyone’s attention in the room. I shut the phone. I took a few deep breaths and told the others with me Gebran was killed. I couldn’t continue the meeting and I sensed they couldn’t either. I left the room and headed to my computer and checked the news. It was true he was killed. I cried and shook. I was angry. I continued my day at work terribly shaken. They took Gebran away from me.
It’s been a year Gebran, and oh what a year! Sometimes I am thankful that you are not around to witness what is going on in the country and sometimes I wish you were here so we can hear your comforting voice, so you can put some sense into people, so you can guide the youth.
Gebran, no matter what I say, I feel like it’s too little.
When you died, I got pulled back to politics.
My posts on the day of Gebran’s death and the following days can be found here.
I really pray that you rest in peace.









