If timing is everything in life – then surely the victims of the terrorist attacks in Paris were in the wrong place at the wrong time. How could they possibly have known – that their lives would be so dramatically altered on this day?

Hundreds were injured, and at last count, at least 129 beautiful people died in the attacks.

35-year-old Helene Muyal-Leiris was one of those beautiful souls.

Helene was at the Bataclan concert hall when gunfire began to sound out the rock band. She was killed that evening at the Bataclan.

Leaving Antoine Leiris and their 17-month-old son, Melvil – with no wife and no mom.

Antione took to Facebook with these powerful words to tell the world exactly how he felt:


Friday night, you took an exceptional life — the love of my life, the mother of my son — but you will not have my hatred. I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know, you are dead souls. If this God, for whom you kill blindly, made us in his image, every bullet in the body of my wife would have been one more wound in his heart.

So, no, I will not grant you the gift of my hatred. You’re asking for it, but responding to hatred with anger is falling victim to the same ignorance that has made you what you are. You want me to be scared, to view my countrymen with mistrust, to sacrifice my liberty for my security. You lost. 

I saw her this morning. Finally, after nights and days of waiting. She was just as beautiful as when she left on Friday night, just as beautiful as when I fell hopelessly in love over 12 years ago. Of course I am devastated by this pain, I give you this little victory, but the pain will be short-lived. I know that she will be with us every day and that we will find ourselves again in this paradise of free love to which you have no access.

We are just two, my son and me, but we are stronger than all the armies in the world. I don’t have any more time to devote to you, I have to join Melvil who is waking up from his nap. He is barely 17-months-old. He will eat his meals as usual, and then we are going to play as usual, and for his whole life this little boy will threaten you by being happy and free. Because no, you will not have his hatred either.

The Next Leap Forward

One can not profess to know his pain. Yet you can feel the raw emotion.

The simple fact that Antione was willing to share his inner thoughts at this juncture – is nothing short of heroic.

The man is spot on  – Melvil is far too important to succumb to such misery.

Hatred is far too much baggage for any of us to carry through this lifetime.

We must all carry on…