15-02-2010

They though twenty five years were more than enough. They thought silencing him forever would do the trick.

They thought wrong.

In his death, not life, they realized they had barely started to understand their match, they had barely experienced terror like the terror they would unleash upon themselves.

With every rising sun he asks revenge.

With every passing month he asks revenge.

And with every passing year, they ask themselves when, where, and how they will taste his revenge.

This year, like last year, like the year before, his killers warn their supporters: Beware Moghniyeh!
Wherever you are, beware Moghniyeh.

If you ever bombed his towns, beware Moghniyeh. If you ever killed a Lebanese child, beware Moghniyeh. If you support those who killed him, beware Moghniyeh.

Silence it is.

The silence haunts them... of the revenge that haunts them... for the legend that haunts them.