Bashir Mahmoud Al-Masry “Abu Muhammad”, with the murder of his son Eid, and his celebrations. A lament for my son Eid and his four children, O my head, what is heavier to leave when he surprises you in one batch, when it does not give you even the opportunity of farewell, but rather extracts from your heart the dearest people, and leaves you in life, touching the echo of their voices in the vacuum. My son, Eid Sendi, Imad Dari, and Dhiaa Omari, left a man who had the house in residence and safety, and his four -children flowers went with him: Julia, Bashir, Muhammad, and Jafra, their laughter that was filled with the house, and their small lines that we were preparing with joy, and their dreams that did not grow yet … all of them left together, in one moment! O Lord, which heart is likely to be lost? Which spirit remains after this refraction? Fate took from me and my son, and he took my eyes, and took with him who was saying to me: “Yaba” with the voice of reassurance, and who was saying: “When do we come to you in Ramallah? My son, Eid, you liked you, and as I always called you: a generous, righteous, affectionate, loving man, loyal to your friends, good Muasher, honest with yourself and with God and with people. You were a father overflowing with tenderness, and a husband carrying the house on his shoulders, and you were my son who raised my head proud of him in front of the world. In a moment, the page was closed … and you all left. My son, you did not leave alone … Your four candles accompanied you, and every step they were for them, I disappeared after you, and every laugh was raised, so if. Until we meet you … Do not forget us from a supplication, and do not deprive us of intercession, and do not forget that we have a date in heaven, we meet in it after a long sadness, so we laugh, and never separate. Oh God, make their graves a light, and grant us patience until we meet them.