On a frozen night in sixty-five,
Where Beirut’s lights barely survived,
Along Antelias’ battered shore,
Two officers walked through rain that poured.
Officer Farid Jabar, young and worn,
Patrolled till dawn, till hope was torn.
A caller claimed the beach held dread—
A shape that looked like someone dead.
This village slept in peaceful calm,
No murders here, no need for alarm.
“Just trash,” thought Farid, “or some sea beast,”
As waves howled loud and warmth had ceased.
Flashlights cut through salt and sand,
Till far ahead… a shape lay bland.
A human form, unmoving, still—
The air grew thick, the night went ill.
They approached with care, guns held tight,
Scanning shadows left and right.
No footprints trailed, no voices cried—
Just one dark form the sea denied.
Up close the truth would scar their sight:
A headless man beneath moonlight.
No drowning here, no cruel mistake—
This corpse was proof of lives men take.
No radios, no backup near,
Just rain and dread and growing fear.
One stayed behind, one left to run—
And Farid drew the short straw, undone.
His partner vanished down the shore,
Leaving Farid with death and roar.
Rain struck bones, cold bit deep,
Beside a corpse he could not keep.
He swore to stay, to guard the dead,
Yet fear and frost weighed on his head.
The night dragged long, exhaustion crept—
And somewhere near, Farid Jabar slept.
At half past two, the storm still roared,
His eyelids fell… his duty ignored.
But when he woke in terror’s grip,
Reality began to slip.
The body gone. The sand lay bare.
His holster empty. Gun not there.
No drag marks traced, no waves explained—
Only one truth clearly remained.
A man had come while Farid slept tight,
Stolen the corpse and vanished from sight.
But worse still waited, cruel and grim—
That body belonged to Farid’s own kin.
His cousin Habib, robbed and slain,
Beheaded, dumped in ocean rain.
The killer fled, but fear returned—
Evidence left, a lesson learned.
So back he crept to claim the rest,
Found a guard… then saw him rest.
Silent steps, a thief’s disguise—
He stole the body before Farid’s eyes.
As dawn drew near, wood cracked nearby,
A man chopped logs beneath gray sky.
Desperate, shaken, career on the line,
Farid walked forward, fate aligned.
He did not know the truth he faced,
Did not see blood time had erased.
In panic’s grip, a thought turned foul—
Replace the body. Save his vow.
Knife flashed once. Then twice. Then still.
Another corpse bent to his will.
When detectives came with morning’s glow,
The beach revealed a darker show.
Wrong clothes worn. Wrong man lay dead.
Truth unraveled, horror spread.
The killer slain by victim’s kin—
Justice twisted deep within.
Though fate had closed a brutal loop,
The law showed mercy? Absolutely not.
For Farid Jabar, despite intent,
To prison bars… his life was sent.
A true crime tale so dark, absurd,
It shook the globe—each chilling word.
One night. One sleep. One fatal choice.
A guard, a killer… and fate’s cruel voice.
