It's Been 25 Years

People had tears in their eyes when they first saw him (my sister was one of them). It's been 25 years since he last came here.

Yes. You heard me well. A quarter of a century.

One of those people who devoted their lives for a cause: the freedom and independence of his country. Respect.

A true revolutionary. Listed by his enemies on top of their assassination list. They tried to kill him numerous times. And they failed.

I was so happy to see him about one month ago in Jordan. When we separated, I asked myself if I would ever see him again. How many occasions could possibly come up? Not too many. If not at all.

A month later, my mother tells me that he's here. Waw.

He had left the country for some political reasons and came back, 25 years later, for the purpose of his good old memories. One of his first destinations: the American University of Beirut. Where the whole journey started.

This man who can barely hear (because of his enemies' determination to have him killed) has an ocean of feelings and memories inside. He's been to some places.

He has made history for himself, his family and his country. There are not many men like him around. He deserves a 24 hour standing ovation. It's my honor to be related to him.

I'll see you soon Bassam.

Independence and prosperity to the Palestinian people. Your lifetime cause.

Peace on earth.