The Dangerous Man, by Angry Arab. (This is the best piece he has ever written and he wrote many great things already)

Can you tell me who you think the dangerous man can be? Just a small part, go read the article.

.........But there are some who believe that the dangerous man did not become truly dangerous until 1977. He took a decision that a peace treaty with Israel should never be allowed in Lebanon. While everyone around him were glued to their chairs in front of the television, watching Sadat descend the plane with his yellow smile, the dangerous man immediately left the house. He could not bear to watch this on the television. He decided that this shall not pass in his country. Dealing and collaborating with the enemy will not become an ordinary event like it has become in Egypt, Jordan and in Ramallah. The dangerous man never accepted any talk of a semi Palestinian state: For him, any stance that is not based on the utter rejection of the Zionist entity and on the total liberation of Palestine is a sacrilege and a heresy. The dangerous man decided that there will be no new Sadat in Lebanon, despite the fact that there were now many candidates aspiring to take up this role. The dangerous man walked, and walked without stopping to take a breath, on the day that Sadat dared to set foot on the tarmac in Israel. He walked from Tetuan [in North Africa] to Jeddah in an hour or two. There are those who exaggerate by saying that he crossed that distance in a minute or two. But the dangerous man is truthful. That day, he felt that he was only floating in the air. On any given day, he would pace the ground with his steady gait. But he was now like Raskolnikov in Crime and Punishment: He counted each step that he took, and each breath that he drew. Sometimes, but not all the time, his breathing could have even be heard. The sun shone on his hair, rendering it glittery, and he was unbendable by winds and torrents. To those who didn’t know him very closely, he came across as someone deeply agitated.

He could not believe what they had done to him. They put his world in ruin and disarray. He used to think of himself as a peaceful pacifist, but they managed to provoke him. They wanted to smear his homeland with an Israeli stain. They invited the hoards of the Israeli enemy into Lebanon, and then they wanted to set up Israeli, Phalangist, Lebanese Forces’ and Sham’onic colonies and settlements in his own country. He did not want to bear anything that he could not truly handle. Yet, he paced the floor back and fro, weighing his options and devising his plan, and counting the days and nights that lay ahead. But he decided that he shall not put up with long and endless nights like Sharazad before him. They did not understand him nor believe him. They thought that they could redraft the map, and redraw the features of faces, and replace his eyes with coloured eyes: He did not have blue eyes. He renounced his present and refused to see the Israeli flag. The dangerous man used to say that this flag’s only function was to be burned. When someone spoke to him about a “civilized” resistance, he walked away. When someone asked him about this Liberal Wahhabite or that, he would reply that he had never heard of any of them before.