A Farewell to Daoud Khairallah the Humane
“The fate of the tiniest living cell is to struggle for its survival”. So you said and so you lived… till the last breath.
Truly, your friends did record on your lifeline qualities such as: thinker, writer, analyst, legal scholar, international expert and lawyer, a rare example of a man of culture, a real pioneer, a researcher, an example of integrity loaded with independent opinion, and a host of other outstanding descriptions.
Accounts were also rightly made by followers who witnessed your steadfast stances naming you as: the patriot, the Arab national, the pan-Arab nationalist, the gallant knight, the Lord of the arms of Right, the defender of the causes of the Ummah (nation), the suicidal in the face of Injustice, a symbol of the opposition to the sectarian regime of Lebanon, a soldier among the soldiers of Rights, a sword among the swords of Right and Reason, a pundit of the basics of democracy. For him, Palestine is invariably the most oppressed. He himself passed away oppressed.
Your loved ones were also correct in describing many of your salient qualities such as: warm-hearted, solid as a mountain, his flag never to fall, the authenticity of his word, a thundering voice.
However, the qualities dearest to both heart and reason shall remain as; Daoud, the "humane person”.
We met less than a decade ago when we were both invited to join the wider board of trustees of the Arab Anti-Corruption Organisation in Beirut. And from there on, the relationship developed and interacted to turn into, sort of, a childhood friendship, with all its innocent behaviour, and then also a boyhood partnership, with all their (theoretical) naughtiness, and on to companions of adults, for their imaginary dreams and adventures, but actually it was a real “Dialogue of the two White-haireds”, mainly spiritual during their stormy calm encounters. I Wonder… I rarely made a childhood friend at such an advanced age!
So… He is your friend, with finite proof of the dictates of his legal profession. Yet, his most prominent quality remained simplicity. Simplicity was the basis of all things: from politics to the elegant appearance, to food preferences and to various wants despite of the sophistication par excellence… briefly proving: Simplicity is the bliss of living.
Daoud, you have drafted project contracts for countries around the world, mainly for the wretched people of the world, representing world and international financial and academic organisations, all the while rejecting the included mischievous clauses of some of their goals, and insisting on exposing the hidden mysteries of their aims, with your usual frankness, a frankness never diminished with the weathering of time, with due uncaring for the consequences. So much so that I could imagine you addressing them with the words of a poet, whose writings you much appreciated, words which could describe that situation and read as follows:
“ And however, while being amongst them,
I lose the meaning of my very existence,
Like a provocative answer before even the question is asked! "(*)
From Washington, or from Beirut, you would hail me, with your favourite call, "Hey Champ?" And the expressions of friendship would flow down just like a serene river would, melodic, astounding, voiced with kindness but with strong words, selected with a distinct vocabulary, refined, with meticulous choices of polite expressions, ever, strictly measured in terms of that persisting legal background. Later you would appear to meet us with your impressive bright stature and that beaming smile.
Your love for life never abandoned you since your childhood in your Bhamdoun-at-Heart village (now a grown town) in the Lebanese mountain, which you were keen on visiting at every trip, just to re-connect with both the “people of the village” and the “culture”, in all its meanings, to relive the original customs, and revisit the memories of simple olden life. From there, you took along to your expatriate “home away from home”, to where further than further the sun sets, you took your love for Dabkeh (local folk dance), for Mujaddara and Mouloukhia (lebanese village meals) and for other heritage rituals.
Until your last days you would pull out of your lofty memory, alongside politics and its tiring “accessories”, poetry, literature, music, singing, dancing, zajal (folk riming short stories), love poems and folk proverbs. Full of life you were indeed.
And once within society, which happened so often, a captivating presence you showed commanding all due respect. For you are the gentle one without weakness, and the delicate one without undue courtesy, the honest one without favouritism, the stubborn one without fighting, and the ethical person without affectation, loaded with high morals, always, no matter how intense the debate, and so often times debates would turn fiery indeed. And with all that, an attentive person, following-up on what matters, with objective presence at meetings and through the various media screens.
You always left Beirut, as like tomorrow, on a Tuesday morning, at dawn, at least twice a year, fly to the very far-away. And on the following Thursday night, time would be again for our usual media chat, after your rest from the jet lag, for the sake of keeping the lungs of our “young” thoughts breathing.
Full of that enthusiasm that never healed, you were. You studied, researched, were convinced and persuaded, worked, taught, and insisted throughout your entire life and career that one, all the ones, should always consider, adopt, apply and do by the difficult principle of gauging “efforts against outcomes”(results) an idea with which you concluded the latest of your many published books and articles
Finally, you never caved-in to the “surrendering as a fate” motto, nor to the common local weakling attitude of, "Do not treat it for it cannot be cured" and the common like popular sayings. And with that, you would struggle all the time, as in the case of “that” microscopic living cell.
Daoud, you shall remain in our hearts and in our minds, just as you wished it: one of those people who kept walking “on the correct (straight) track”, on the path of Right and Truth.
Still… you left before seeing the whole world powerless, the entire humanity sick, exactly as you had warned, but for other pertinent reasons!
Fare thee well, Knight of Friendship ... Sleep, dear friend, for you have not slept well for a whole life time.
Hayyan Salim Haidar Beirut, on March 23, 2020.
(*) Salim Haidar