The little girl, Mayar Al -Assar, wrote, “The daughter of the martyr Hoda Al -Asar.” The moon that lights my life has gone. How did you go, my heart, my departure with the sake of the eye of my departure, and our insults of our condition. When I saw you, I felt one, suffocating me. Your sweet laugh is the one who is patient with life. The one was with you. And God is sweet, may God have mercy on you, Lord