Narcissistic monster

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“And they will become a hundred occupied villages, not just fifty and sixty.” This phrase is not just a passing position made by one of the activists affiliated with Hezbollah's media machine. Rather, it sums up, in its depth, the party's view of the South and its people, and the value of man and land in its political and military calculations.

Hezbollah approaches the South from an ideological perspective, in which the priority of belonging to the Guardianship of the Jurist project takes precedence over any other consideration, including the safety of the South and the lives and interests of its people. Lebanon is not dealt with within the framework of the Lebanese national interest, but rather is merely a geographical area that can be used to serve the Wali al-Faqih project.

The equation of profit and loss for Lebanon and the South, and even for the Shiite environment itself, is not within his calculations. The destruction that befalls villages, the land that is occupied, and the victims that fall are all “collateral losses” that there is no harm in presenting as long as they serve the interest of the Guardian of the Jurist’s project.

Tunnels were dug under homes and along villages, weapons depots were established inside residential neighborhoods, and leaders and members took shelter with civilians and in places that were supposed to be a safe haven for families and children. Thus, this mind transformed the villages of the south from places where their people lived, into a “bulwark” for a military system that served the project of the Guardianship of the Jurist.

The question for Hezbollah has never been: What do southerners gain from this war, and what do they lose? Rather, the only question is: How does war serve the project of the Guardian of the Jurist?

So the phrase “and they will become a hundred occupied villages” is not just a slip of the tongue. It reveals a complete political logic: land can be occupied, villages can be destroyed, and people can pay the price, as long as it is done for the sake of the guardian of the jurist’s project.

When the value of a person's life is despised, it becomes easy to turn his death into "happy," the destruction of his village into "victory," and the occupation of a hundred farms into a mere geographical detail.

The human being, as a stand-alone value, with his uniqueness, distinction, and right to life and security, is not present in the calculations of this project. For them, man is not an end, but a tool. When a person turns into a tool, his life, livelihood, home, and village become details that can be sacrificed for the sake of the guardian of the jurist’s project.

A village is not just a space on a map, nor a collection of buildings that can be demolished and then rebuilt. It is the field in which people lived, and in which their society was formed, with all its interactions, relationships, values ​​and customs. Houses and neighborhoods are not just stones, they are a collective memory accumulated over generations.

Here lies one of the most dangerous consequences of turning the south into a military arena for Wali al-Faqih’s project: the collective memory of the Shiites of the south has suffered a deep structural distortion.

What appears in the calculations of this project as a loss that can be compensated for through procreation and reconstruction, is in the concept of societies a deformity that cannot be restored. The Shiite community, with all its accumulated legacy of the concepts of family cohesion, social relations, and economic structure, has had its basic structure shattered as a result of this war.

The phrase “and they will become a hundred occupied estates, not just fifty and sixty” is the essence of a brutal narcissistic mind and project. What is most true of the poet Nizar Qabbani’s poem:

Every twenty years, a self-loving narcissist comes to us and claims that he is the Mahdi, the Savior, the One, the Immortal, the Wise, the All-Knowing, the Saint, and the Imam...

Every twenty years, a gambling man comes to us to bet the country, the people, the heritage, the sunrise, the sunset, the men, the women, the waves, and the sea, at the gambling table.

Quoted from “Call of the Nation”