Happy Birthday Zizo

Published on January 30, 2008 in Random. 8 Comments

Dear Ziz,
Today is your birthday and we were supposed to celebrate it together for the first time in 8 years after you’ve gone to Jamaica…
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I can’t believe that something as lively, passionate and loving as you, something as real as you can die; so I’m convinced you haven’t. You’ve just passed to the better life; the one we’ll all go to someday soon, but you had to go first because you are like that. I don’t know if it’s whether you are adventurous or foolish. When I think of it now, I can’t see how it could’ve been otherwise…. and how foolish of me to have not thought about it before. Anyone who has been in a car with you on the wheel knows exactly what I’m talking about. I use to shit in my pants! But what I wouldn’t give to experience that one more time?…

Today we’ve celebrated your birthday by having a small private party at home, with mum, your uncle Rony, Boudy and I. We stayed home to watch the movie of our last ski trip to France. Mum cried…but she was happy to see you and hear your voice for the first time in over a year now. We cried too…and cursed the second you were taken from our world. We saw your “billion dollars” smile and your enthusiasm and joy of life which fills the emptiness in each of our lives. We then started laughing! We where so happy remembering those beautiful moments!
Your jokes and your replies to our “not so acute” and “I’m older than you so I know better” directives, Boudy and I, were the proof that you are bigger than this existence and wiser than all of us put together. And when you want us to fuck off, you have the sexiest way to give the finger; I miss that too.3attignes.jpg
I miss your whack on the shoulder and slap and squeeze on the knee when I drive… Who could forget those moves?
If it wasn’t for Boudy taking these videos all the time we wouldn’t have had the chance to see you again today.
Mum had prepared a beautiful lunch for today’s occasion, and a delicious cake. We drank to your life and the privilege to have lived with you.
It was snowing in Bikfaya for the first time this year; you would’ve loved to see it. I know you don’t like the cold but it was warm inside.
Rony was crying like a baby when he was watching you and I could image us making fun of it when we’ll see each other again. But we are like sons to him and if it wasn’t for him we wouldn’t have learned to ski or dive or anything else.

It’s the after noon and Boudy is here next to me, working hard on his computer.
We decided not to change even one inch of our way of living, hobbies and habits since you’re gone and we keep thinking how it would make you feel to be the reason that we fail to move on…
These last few months have been hard but you’ll be proud to see us manage.
Sometimes this whole thing breaks me apart and sometimes I feel it’s not a big deal. That’s because you are an inseparable part of my world and sometimes the world means nothing.
I’ll love you eternally and will wait and count the days before I see you again. I pray that you rest in peace and that you’re by God’s side happy for eternity.

Happy birthday Zizo,
Walid, Boudy, mum.

My Darling Zizou

Published on June 21, 2007 in Letters. 1 Comment

Today I drove through Bull Bay. It was my first trip there since your passing. I think it quite cruel of them to make me have to work there, but everyone’s trying to force me to move on. I wish they could only step in my shoes for one moment and understand what I feel…if only for a moment. I felt as if I had died with you out there, for my heart is dead. There is so much I had wanted to say out there.

Meli & Zizi 

 I wish I coudl have stopped, smelled the air that you loved so much, felt the sand bewteen my toes and feel the splash of the water where you last lived and write all my thoughts to you on a  piece of paper, and place it in the sea for you, but even that was too painful. My wounds are still fresh and I am always being told that time will heal, but only those who knew you as close as or better than I did will know that none of us will ever heal from the magic of you. You, my love, were the eighth world wonder. I wake up everyday and thank God that I was blessed to have you in my life but then curse him for taking you from us. I wonder everyday if there can ever be a worse pain and I just have to get a glimpse of your picture, or a memory of your smile or a mention of your name and I am reminded that there can be no greater pain than this. I loved you then, I lovee you now and I will love you always. I feel the pain for your family and I yearn to reach out to them.  You are the greatest soul I have eevr known and the greatest I probably ever will. May your soul rest in peace and may we meet again someday for my heart was given to you a long time ago…and it lies with you still. I love you!

Your Melmouli

LISA’S REMEMBRANCE

Published on June 21, 2007 in Letters. 0 Comments

LISA’S REMEMBRANCE FOR ZIAD EMILE NASRALLAH

 

Ziad was my co-worker and friend in every sense of the word.  I met him in 1999 fresh out of Lebanon and we started working together as Managers for Central Plaza in 2001. 

 

When Ziad came through the doors of Joseph’s, Central Plaza, one thing was certain, nothing would be the same again and everything would change and it did, for the better.   Ziad had millions of ideas and was eager and determined to get them implemented.


The customers loved him and many of them became his friends just drawn in by his natural charm and attentiveness.   His enthusiasm was infectious and his energy was incredible.  His humour was irresistible and he found it in all things – always ready to lighten up any situation however grim.   He could never just tell anyone Hello, there was always a little hand holding or patting on the arm or shoulder to make everybody feel welcome and special.


  His kindness and love really shone through in that thousand watt smile.   He was such a vibrant and charismatic being, it had to rub off.  Not the kind of person you could ever meet and forget, there was this extraordinary quality about him that was immediately apparent. 

 

Multi-tasking was Ziad’s speciality.  He never procrastinated, Ziad had to get going with his storehouse of   ideas right away giving all his ventures 100%  of his energy and determination.  This determination and zeal was quite remarkable. He motivated all the employees by encouraging and complimenting, never failing to notice anything new about his staff and would often help them out in any way he could whenever he could.

 

It didn’t take long for me to see Ziad as a younger brother because he was always so kind and  caring towards me.   He spoke so lovingly of his parents and 2 brothers, Walid and Boudy and I can only assume from all his stories that they are just as adventurous and full of life as Ziad was.   He had all their pictures and heroics pasted on the wall as constant reminders.  He spoke of them to everybody, not just to me, but to all the staff at Joseph’s who really enjoyed hearing of Ziad’s adventures just as much as Ziad loved to tell of them.

 

Apart from all of those attributes, his finest of all was his wonderful upbringing.  As Jamaicans would say “good brought-upcy” .   And, as far as us ladies were concerned, be it co-workers or customers, he was always the perfect gentleman.

 

He was dearly loved, without a doubt, at Joseph’s.  His smile, his energy, his touch and irrepressible laughter cannot be replaced and to say we are saddened at his passing is a huge understatement.   All our associates at Joseph’s feel a deep sense of loss.  We miss him now and we will keep on missing him.

 

None of us will ever forget OUR ZIAD or his kindness and natural compassion and the little things that he said and did that touched our hearts and made us all feel special.

 

We love you Ziad …

All our love and heartfelt condolences to his family .

To our beloved brother, we will make you proud, and will see you soon.

Published on May 2, 2007 in Letters. 1 Comment

Ziad Nasrala
30/01/81 – 07/03/07

AKA
ABA / Cigarello / El Ziz / RasCrab / Beirous / Zizi / Zizo

But the righteous man, though he die early, will be at rest. For old age is not honored for length of time, nor measured by number of years;  but understanding is gray hair for men, and a blameless life is ripe old age. There was one who pleased God and was loved by him, and while living among sinners he was taken up. He was caught up lest evil change his understanding or guile deceive his soul. For the fascination of wickedness obscures what is good, and roving desire perverts the innocent mind. Being perfected in a short time, he fulfilled long years; for his soul was pleasing to the Lord, therefore he took him quickly from the midst of wickedness. Yet the peoples saw and did not understand, nor take such a thing to heart, that God’s grace and mercy are with his elect, and he watches over his holy ones.