Forty days already since you died, “papy habibi.
Time is moving and yet it seems to stand still.
Perhaps time is frozen at our last video call with your beautiful smile (thank you, Samer)?
Perhaps time is stuck at our last phone chat with your warm voice (thank you, Khoder)?
Or is time standing still since Bambi saw oil being placed on your head at the very end of your funeral service (thanks to the link, Gladson in Beirut and Michael in Dubai)?
Regardless of time moving while being relatively still, your voice keeps echoing in Bambi’s ears. To her last “I love you, papy“, you replied “I love you more and all of us here we do so“.
THANK you for having been, not just Bambi’s lovely dad, but most significantly a teacher of love. What a blessing to all of us.
May your soul rest in peace and memory be eternal, Antonio habibi…”habib albna kilna”!
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This post ends with Roula’s MOVING words about her dad, a beautiful pamphlet honouring the lives of Antoine and Robine, two brief prayers for the dead in Arabic and English respectively, and Mr. Richard Clayderman’s piano music because Antoine was a fan. Love and peace to Roula, Rania et al. (including you, beloved Samer and Khoder), along with the Azars extended family members, friends, and childhood neighbours across the miles, wherever they are now.
