In Sudan, men do not die except standing – from the top of the platform – ✍️ Yasser al -fadni
Umm Samima has never been just a geographical area on the Card of the Fatherland … It has become significant, it has become a pride sanctuary, and it has become in conscience while the gorges are in the battle of destiny, there is no space for defeat, the Sudanese army was standing in front of the wind, and in their eyes a story that the stains
There … The martyrs have risen, not only with their body, but with their meaning, if you consider the face of each martyr of the martyrs of or Samima, I would have seen the homeland itself, I would have seen Sudan in the form of a man who refused to bow and with a eye that does not know fear, and a beating heart with something more precious: dignity and dignity:
The martyrs of Umm Samima are not only the names that are written, but these are lines of light on the page of history, they are the ones who have written with fire and blood that this country will not die, is not divided, it is not insulted, they are the ones who said to their grandchildren before they turn their eyes: we are the wall of this house and if the wall is destroyed.
But we, the living, we are more commonly spoken of the oblivion that we master the accomplishment, we are busy with those who are named and that is salty, we are drowning in the little controversy and forget the mountain that got up to protect ourselves, we forget that they died to live the fatherland, and that they have reassessed us with their age
The martyrs of dignity are all great, but those who fell on the ground of Umm Samima were the elite among the elite, the elite is among the cucumber, and the mother of Samima today is not only a place, but it has become a national position which must be told, to be taught, to be engraved in memory of each generation to come, to come, to be taught, to be engraved in the memory of each generation to come,
The curse of those who sparked the fire of this war, on the one who belonged to the children and wrapped women, on the one who polluted the fatherland with the blood of his family, on the one who separated and tweeted, betrayed and killed. A curse on those who made a moaning mother smile … but she was not broken
I come from my platform …. I say … inscribed, the story, here men have fallen like the stars, do not turn me off, but the darkness of the road illuminates, and here I wrote a blood in the blood that the ink could not say: (Sudan is men … they do not die except standing).
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