Yahya … O flower of life that was not complete, a groom who did not congratulate his joy, and a preacher whose promise was not complete. You left with treachery shot and you are defending your house, your width, and your honor, you left a constant like mountains, tall, unbeatable, so I was a witness that manhood is positions, and that pure blood is not lost. O son of the twenty -six spring. I was the beginning of a life, so if you conclude it with testimony, 0 and your soul rises to Ali, leaving us with pain that does not go away, but our consolation is that you left dear, honored, tall head. Sleep the eye of the eye, Yahya, because you are alive with your Lord, and your name will remain a witness that the truth is not defeated, and that treachery does not extinguish the light of honor and heroism. The hero martyr/ Yahya Hatem Al -Majida