For Lily

High school times we had an Arabic story to translate as a class lesson. The story was about an Arab tribal chief who is the guest to a Caliph. When they all are ready to eat, the chef puts a tray of his special foodstuff on the table. It is a pair of roasted Partridges. To the surprise of all audience, the Chief starts laughing at the roasted Partridges. Somewhat embarrassed Caliph asks the reason of the Chief's laughter. The Chief Recalls: "There was time when I was younger and I used to be a bandit. Once I robbed a man who had been far left behind a Caravan. He gave each and every one of his belongings to me and begged his life. But I denied to let him go and I was about to kill him that, he looked in the vicinity hopelessly, since no one was around, sighing to the two Partridges near to us, that; they should be eyewitnesses to his being killed sinless" The astounded audience were wordless. "Now", Chief went on saying: "I am laughing at the foolishness of that poor man who desperately was convinced that those two birds can revenge his murder". The Caliph angrily cried: These birds indeed are exactly those two Partridges, and I command this ridiculous man to be punished now".
Mr. Ladurne, to me is playing the role of those two birds for: the Afghans, Colombians Iraqis Iranians who have faced the worse tyranny ever can be imagined. The Colombians who to report their agony and deprivation. When he goes to Colombia to Iraq to Iran
He is far from home and specially you as his dear daughter
He sacrifice He listens to a people that no one else would care. I witnessed myself that he went to a young boy's funeral has been killed by British bombardments of
While he , like any of his colleagues back home