Harout

It was the time I was invited by my friend to visit his grandfather's old and dusty house, in one of the hidden gems of Beirut people call Armenia Street. Harout is a remarkable person, a true man of honor that managed to leave me in such an awe I can still feel til the day. I would never ever forget the emotions he transferred to me, especially that second he held my hand so tight I felt my body shivering for a split-second. Such a man is never to be kept hidden in my archive. Ladies and gents, Harout.

Do you know that instant in which something is happening when all of a sudden you realize that this, in fact, is yet another unforgettable incident?

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I was asked by a close friend to join him along at his grandpa's place and take a few portraits.

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That was when I first spotted the old man: A very handsome senior with an arching back and a wonderful, welcoming smile.
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I was moved by his initiative especially that I knew my friend well, and this just proved to me that what I had in mind about him was true.

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The vintagey scent was enough to tell me what a treasure I had just found.

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Sevoog, namely blacky in Armenian, his snobby cat with the arrogant looks stepped inside what seemed to be his territory, and myself being the intruder he was staring at, head to toe.
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During the course of our conversation, I couldn't but exchange a few warm looks with Nareg, standing a couple feet across his grandpa looking at this old man like he had never done before.

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It was his gentle smile that was telling me not to hold any grudges at him, and to always reserve some space for love in my heart, not to hate anybody, for hate kills only its bearer.

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This man who himself, surely feels as if he were left behind in this world, no matter how surrounded with people and faces it may seem to be.

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He grabbed my hand so firm that I instantly knew he meant business. He iterated the word "your mother" in Arabic four times before he mentioned my father.

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For a split second it definitely felt like he was pulling out those emotions, the emotions he had stacked down the whole time.
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She was the smile that was taken away once and for all.
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She was doing the dishes and cleaning the bedroom, leaping around fixing this and tidying that, she was the one teaching Harout how to offer Soda to their guests.
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It’s as if the only thing that was missing to remind him how tough life is, was the day when his wife, the mother and grandmother of so many beautiful souls, went into a coma 15 years ago.

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I couldn't be any happier: right in the middle of my call I learn that Harout is now one fully-loaded active old man, as never before.

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