On Friday night, you stole away the life of an exceptional being, the love of my life, the mother of my son, but you will not have my hatred.
Antoine Leiris lost his wife Helene in the attack on the Bataclan in Paris. His tribute to his wife on Facebook has been shared thousands of times since.
Antoine Leiris 在巴黎 Bataclan 音樂廳那場攻擊中失去他的妻子。他在 Facebook 上對妻子的悼念自那時已被分享成千上萬次。
I do not know who you are, and I don't want to know—you are dead souls. If the God for whom you kill so blindly made us in his image, each bullet in my wife's body would have been a wound in his heart. Therefore, I will not give you the gift of hating you. You have obviously sought it, but responding to it with anger would be to give in to the same ignorance that has made you what you are.
You want me to be afraid? To cast a mistrustful eye on my fellow citizens? To sacrifice my freedom for security? You lost. Same player. Same game.
I saw her this morning, finally after nights and days of waiting. She was just as beautiful as she was when she left on Friday evening, as beautiful as when I fell madly in love with her more than 12 years ago. Of course I'm devastated with grief—I will give you that tiny victory. But this will be a short-term grief. I know that she will join us every day and that we will find each other again in the paradise of free souls, which you will never have access to.
We are only two, my son and I, but we are more powerful than all the world's armies. In any case, I have no more time to waste on you. I need to get back to Melvil, who is waking up from his afternoon nap. He's just 17 months old. He'll eat his snack like every day, and then we're going to play like we do every day. And every day of his life, this little boy will insult you with his happiness and freedom. Because you don't have his hatred either.
我們只是兩個人，我的兒子和我，但我們比全世界的軍隊還要強大。總之，我沒時間浪費在你身上了。我得回到 Melvil 身邊，他剛從午睡醒來。他只有十七個月大。他會照常吃他的點心，然後我們會和平常一樣玩耍。在他生命中的每一天，這小男孩會用他的幸福和自由刺激你。因為你也沒得到他的恨。