Martyrs of the Battle of Dignity – in fact – ✍️ Yasser Zain Al -Abidin, the lawyer
The testimony is that my name is the goal.
Certificate in Kordofan country, its cards are distributed,
Death, there are a thousand eyes, language and surveillance,
Death is closer to you than death itself,
Create death every minute and serve life,
It is the eloquence of its spectrum and its extraction ,,,,
Blood, tears, impose and cry painful
Features, a cloud that breaks the recording
The soul goes to its innocent people, and you will embark on a high place ,,,,,
Break the defender, the voice of the balls and the defense,
The idea of the fatherland is empty guillotine,
They are haunted by the love of this country,
They are similar in the justice of the question ,,,,
It is in the corridors, even if it is closed to death ,,,
Fall means negligence and lack of attendance,
The battle never tolerates the division by two,
They call for injuries and bitter intransigence, then
They dare the bitterness of painful loss and expenses ,,,,
They are sure that fate can be kidnapped,
A soldier with the last dismissal asked for forgiveness from his mother ,,,,,
Tears of his colleagues, heartburn and song
Regardless of filming, you will not surround its description,
Pain, separation pain, then died a thousand times, and once,
And tears fall into the temperature of such a lead ,,,
Death on the ground of battle, the difficulty of this feeling
You who accompanied the battle, you shared the bitter,
Killing your colleague in front of you is above your energy,
And the pain of the dimension, of the articulated circumstances which have no census
It is the majesty of death, the harvesting of martyrdom and sublimation
The idea of life is a burden if we did not make a war ,,,
We do not go
Ideas are lost and identity.
And the testimony of the battlefield is kidnapped by kindness,
The procedure of a committee to show the heavens and the land ,,,
Since the start of the battle of dignity, death has been kidnapped,
And pain, loss, pain and separation eat us,
The pain of pain is that one of the people with an opinion
And heard the tattoo wheels, and his breath is pronounced ,,,,
All gul, barbarism and brutality, their mind,
Any hatred that you can and the hatred of them ,,,,
This is the last year of life, drawn by us
The martyrs are a meshkat, the path of victory,
A dedication to an argument that only Halcon is eliminated ,,,
