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In the grim theater of Islamist fanaticism, where the dead are paraded as heroes and peace is dismissed as a Zionist plot, the latest gathering of terror's elite serves as a stark reminder that some wounds fester not from defeat, but from the delusion of perpetual victory.
One might have hoped, naively, perhaps, that the blood-soaked annals of October 7, 2023, would linger in the collective memory of the civilized world as a cautionary horror, a barbarism so raw that even the most hardened ideologues would pause to reconsider their path of self-destruction.
But no: in the fetid halls of rejectionism, where the air reeks of cordite and odiferous grudge, Hamas and its constellation of terrorist confederates have chosen instead to crown that day of slaughter as a "landmark victory." Disarmament is a quaint Western fancy, fit only for the gullible.
Peace initiatives, those fragile olive branches extended by a weary international community are illusions to be trampled underfoot. Their vow, delivered with the solemnity of a fatwa, is to press on in their war against the Jewish state, undeterred by the rubble of Gaza or the pleas of a region desperate for respite.
The stage for this latest tableau of defiance was the 34th Arab National Conference in Beirut, that perennial echo chamber of grievance and grenade. There, amid the incense of martyrdom and the rhetoric of endless "resistance," leaders of Hamas, Hezbollah, and a rogues' gallery of other Islamist death cults convened to denounce the "Israeli occupation and its expansionist projects in Palestine and the region," as breathlessly reported by the Arabic-language Lebanese news outlet Al Mayadeen. It was a summit less of statesmen than of saboteurs, where the clarion call rang out against any compulsion to lay down arms, those sacred totems deemed essential "in protecting national sovereignty and securing the region’s future." Western influence, naturally, was the great Satan to be scourged from the sands, lest it dilute the pure venom of their cause.
Hamas's chief, Khalil al-Hayya, took the podium to recast the horrors of that October dawn in the burnished glow of myth. "On Oct. 7, an extraordinary act of heroism unfolded across Palestine and its borders, as people everywhere contributed in their own way to support us," he intoned, as if the rape, murder, and mutilation of innocents at a music festival and in kibbutzim were but verses in an epic of liberation. Gaza, he allowed, lies "wounded today, but it remains steadfast, calling on everyone to stay united in the pursuit of our legitimate national goals." And then, with the weary cadence of a prophet foretelling apocalypse, he added: "Palestine will endure, just as Gaza has, despite the aggression — its land, its people, men, women, and children — and eventually, injustice will be overcome."
One listens to such words and marvels at the alchemy: how rivers of blood become ambrosia, how the screams of the violated transmute into symphonies of solidarity. At this Beirut bacchanal, Hamas and its allies exalted the October 7 atrocities not as a spasm of savagery, but as the fulcrum of history in their crusade against the "Zionist occupation." Proposals to carve up Gaza into zones of uneasy truce? Anathema, a betrayal of the sacred soil. Unity, they proclaimed, was their unbreakable creed—unity in arms, in ideology, in the unquenchable thirst for Israel's annihilation.
"We emerged from this battle against the occupation with our weapons in hand. All resistance factions stood united against the aggression, and that same solidarity extended to the political front," said Ziad al-Nakhala, the chieftain of Palestinian Islamic Jihad, his voice a gravelly hymn to the arsenal that sustains them. He turned his ire, predictably, on the peace overtures from Washington: "[US President Donald] Trump's plan has set numerous obstacles and conditions that cannot be implemented," he scoffed, as if the very notion of negotiation were an insult to their divine mandate.
In the shadow of these pronouncements, the international machinery grinds on, its diplomats shuttling between Tel Aviv and Doha in a Sisyphean bid to midwife a Gaza ceasefire and stitch together a broader Middle Eastern peace. Yet here, in the heart of Hezbollah's lair, such efforts are dismissed as the machinations of infidels, fit only to be met with escalation and the relentless advance of their theocratic agenda. Jamil Mazhar, deputy secretary general of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP)—that venerable relic of Marxist-Leninist terror now fused with jihadist zeal, laid bare the contempt. He called for "rejecting plans to place the Palestinian people under tutelage and opposing any attempt at demographic change," a not-so-veiled broadside at the Gaza peace blueprint, which envisions an International Stabilization Force (ISF) to shepherd the fragile truce.
Under Trump's plan, this ISF, a multinational brigade drawn from willing nations, would stand sentinel over the ceasefire, drilling local security outfits while patrolling Gaza's frontiers with Israel and Egypt, safeguarding civilians, and keeping the arteries of aid flowing unimpeded. A pragmatic scaffold for stability, one might think, in a land scarred by war's depredations. But to Mazhar and his ilk, it is chains disguised as olive branches. "We have gathered to renew our commitment against the Zionist enemy and its allies, and to reaffirm that the fight continues," he thundered from the rostrum. And lest the message blur into mere verbiage, he urged: "Today, we must move beyond mere solidarity and slogans, and put them into practical action."
From the Lebanese front, Hezbollah's international relations apparatchik, Ammar al-Moussawi, lent his voice to the chorus, reaffirming the Shia militant's unswerving fealty to the "resistance in Gaza."
The stage for this latest tableau of defiance was the 34th Arab National Conference in Beirut, that perennial echo chamber of grievance and grenade. There, amid the incense of martyrdom and the rhetoric of endless "resistance," leaders of Hamas, Hezbollah, and a rogues' gallery of other Islamist death cults convened to denounce the "Israeli occupation and its expansionist projects in Palestine and the region," as breathlessly reported by the Arabic-language Lebanese news outlet Al Mayadeen. It was a summit less of statesmen than of saboteurs, where the clarion call rang out against any compulsion to lay down arms, those sacred totems deemed essential "in protecting national sovereignty and securing the region’s future." Western influence, naturally, was the great Satan to be scourged from the sands, lest it dilute the pure venom of their cause.
Hamas's chief, Khalil al-Hayya, took the podium to recast the horrors of that October dawn in the burnished glow of myth. "On Oct. 7, an extraordinary act of heroism unfolded across Palestine and its borders, as people everywhere contributed in their own way to support us," he intoned, as if the rape, murder, and mutilation of innocents at a music festival and in kibbutzim were but verses in an epic of liberation. Gaza, he allowed, lies "wounded today, but it remains steadfast, calling on everyone to stay united in the pursuit of our legitimate national goals." And then, with the weary cadence of a prophet foretelling apocalypse, he added: "Palestine will endure, just as Gaza has, despite the aggression — its land, its people, men, women, and children — and eventually, injustice will be overcome."
One listens to such words and marvels at the alchemy: how rivers of blood become ambrosia, how the screams of the violated transmute into symphonies of solidarity. At this Beirut bacchanal, Hamas and its allies exalted the October 7 atrocities not as a spasm of savagery, but as the fulcrum of history in their crusade against the "Zionist occupation." Proposals to carve up Gaza into zones of uneasy truce? Anathema, a betrayal of the sacred soil. Unity, they proclaimed, was their unbreakable creed—unity in arms, in ideology, in the unquenchable thirst for Israel's annihilation.
"We emerged from this battle against the occupation with our weapons in hand. All resistance factions stood united against the aggression, and that same solidarity extended to the political front," said Ziad al-Nakhala, the chieftain of Palestinian Islamic Jihad, his voice a gravelly hymn to the arsenal that sustains them. He turned his ire, predictably, on the peace overtures from Washington: "[US President Donald] Trump's plan has set numerous obstacles and conditions that cannot be implemented," he scoffed, as if the very notion of negotiation were an insult to their divine mandate.
In the shadow of these pronouncements, the international machinery grinds on, its diplomats shuttling between Tel Aviv and Doha in a Sisyphean bid to midwife a Gaza ceasefire and stitch together a broader Middle Eastern peace. Yet here, in the heart of Hezbollah's lair, such efforts are dismissed as the machinations of infidels, fit only to be met with escalation and the relentless advance of their theocratic agenda. Jamil Mazhar, deputy secretary general of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP)—that venerable relic of Marxist-Leninist terror now fused with jihadist zeal, laid bare the contempt. He called for "rejecting plans to place the Palestinian people under tutelage and opposing any attempt at demographic change," a not-so-veiled broadside at the Gaza peace blueprint, which envisions an International Stabilization Force (ISF) to shepherd the fragile truce.
Under Trump's plan, this ISF, a multinational brigade drawn from willing nations, would stand sentinel over the ceasefire, drilling local security outfits while patrolling Gaza's frontiers with Israel and Egypt, safeguarding civilians, and keeping the arteries of aid flowing unimpeded. A pragmatic scaffold for stability, one might think, in a land scarred by war's depredations. But to Mazhar and his ilk, it is chains disguised as olive branches. "We have gathered to renew our commitment against the Zionist enemy and its allies, and to reaffirm that the fight continues," he thundered from the rostrum. And lest the message blur into mere verbiage, he urged: "Today, we must move beyond mere solidarity and slogans, and put them into practical action."
From the Lebanese front, Hezbollah's international relations apparatchik, Ammar al-Moussawi, lent his voice to the chorus, reaffirming the Shia militant's unswerving fealty to the "resistance in Gaza."
"We joined the battle to support Gaza out of our conviction in the justice and righteousness of this cause, and we do not regret our decision," he averred, as if the barrages of rockets into Israeli towns were but chivalric gestures in a noble quest. History, he invoked with the solemnity of a chronicler, "shows that the resistance in Lebanon and Palestine has endured crises far graver than today's, and the same resistance that produced those martyred leaders is fully capable of producing new ones."
A chilling prospectus: the martyrs beget martyrs, the cycle of violence spun eternal by the hand of ideology.Nor was Yemen's Houthi horde absent from the fray. Their leader, Abdul-Malik al-Houthi, hailed the "support fronts" as the unsung architects of this interminable two-year tempest. "Hezbollah's role is at the forefront of the support fronts, thanks to its steadfastness, pioneering and significant contributions, and immense sacrifices," he proclaimed, bestowing laurels on the very network that has dragged Lebanon to the brink of ruin.
The Israeli-American axis, in his telling, "seeks to impose a permissive formula and always place the blame on the victim." And with a final flourish of paranoia: "The Israeli enemy is attempting to disarm the weapons that protect Lebanon and the arms that have prevented it from controlling Gaza for the past two years."
It is a tapestry of delusion, this conference, woven from threads of Iranian patronage, for Hamas, Hezbollah, and the Houthis alike draw succor from Tehran's inexhaustible spigots of weaponry, coin, and cadre. Iran, that ayatollah's forge of proxy wars, ensures the flame of fanaticism burns undimmed.
It is a tapestry of delusion, this conference, woven from threads of Iranian patronage, for Hamas, Hezbollah, and the Houthis alike draw succor from Tehran's inexhaustible spigots of weaponry, coin, and cadre. Iran, that ayatollah's forge of proxy wars, ensures the flame of fanaticism burns undimmed.
And so, as the world tires of translation and temporizing, these groups pledge not reconciliation, but redoubled rage. Peace, in their lexicon, is surrender; victory, an horizon forever receding yet eternally chased. One cannot help but pity the region, and Israel, that improbable bastion of resilience, condemned to dance to this macabre tune until the music, or the dancers, at last give out.
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