في كفور النّبطيّة عام 1965، ولد روبير وترعرع في عائلة مؤلّفة من خمسة أبناء هو رابعهم وابنتين. عند بلوغه السّابعة عشر من العمر دخل الجيش وعايش آنذاك حروباً عديدة ونال نصيبه من الإصابات في سبيل الدّفاع عن الوطن وحفظ أمنه.

He was loyal, and devoted his life for the love of his home country. He would always say “I only fight for Lebanon”. Robert was religious, helpful, loving, generous, and athletic. In the eyes of “Hoda”, he was the most beautiful person in the world, inside and out.

تعرّف على زوجته هدى في التسعينيّات من القرن الماضي، وتزوّجا عام 1996، ورزقا بثلاثة أطفال، وسعى روبير طوال حياته إلى توفير مستوى معيشة أفضل لعائلته، حيث احتفظ بتعويض الجيش بعدما تقاعد برتبة معاون أوّل، ليمنحه لولديه وابنته.

Due to his difficult economic condition, and in order to improve his family’s situation, Robert moved to Beirut for work. His family followed him when his children became university students, and they lived in Dekwaneh. With the spread of the coronavirus, his family moved back to the south, and Robert stayed alone in Beirut and went back and forth between his house in Kfour and Saifi where he worked as a family private driver.

On August 4, at 6:07 PM, Robert was driving back to the home of the family he worked for. He stopped at a gas station close to the Port of Beirut, to fill the car with fuel. When the explosion rocked the city, a solid object fell on his head, causing internal and external bleeding, as well as a skull fracture. His family tried to call him repeatedly but to no avail. They searched for him amid the chaos and destruction, until the next morning, when they could locate him through the car’s GPS. He was evacuated to Saint Joseph Hospital in Dawra. His family went to the hospital and identified his body. He was buried in his hometown leaving a deep scar in the hearts of his loved ones.

هو انفجار الرّابع من آب، الكارثة الكبرى التي سرقت من المحبّين فرصة الوداع الأخيرة والكلمة الأخيرة، لتطوي معها كتاب عمر أعزّاء لم يتركوا الدّنيا كما دخلوها، بل تركوها خواء ولوعة...