Paris Widower to Terrorists: "you will not have my hatred"
Friday night you stole the life of a being of exception, the love of my life, the mother of my son, but you won't have my hatred. I don't know who you are and I don't want to know, you're dead souls. If this God for which you kill indiscriminately made us in his own image, every bullet in the body of my wife will have been a wound in his heart.
"You would like me to be scared, for me to look at my fellow citizens with a suspicious eye, for me to sacrifice my liberty for my security. You have lost.
I saw her this morning. At last, after nights and days of waiting. She was as beautiful as when she left on Friday evening, as beautiful as when I fell head over heels in love with her more than 12 years ago.
"Of course I am devastated with grief, I grant you this small victory, but it will be short-lived.
"I know she will be with us every day and we will find each other in heaven with free souls which you will never have.
We are two, my son and I, but we are stronger than all the armies of the world. I cannot waste more time to devote yourself, I must join melvil who wakes up from her nap. "He is only just 17 months old, he is going to eat his snack just like every other day, then we are going to play like every other day and all his life this little boy will be happy and free.
"Because you will never have his hatred either."
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