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Hala ..Asmaa .. Habeeba ..
O every Martyr
Your notebook with the rose folded in its pages.
Your handwriting and scent mixed on its lines.
Your tomorrow greats the martyred dream.
Builds your paradise over its shreds
Your standing in the hot weather and your takbir " Saying Allah is the greatest "
Your wrapping in the shroud with your silk
You are a 16 years of purity that was once here
Tell the betraying gunshot that I'm very grateful !
Your soul is stolen from a stolen homeland
O Hala You are a sun that hasn’t yet risen
We condole your soul in a school certificate
With a certificate awaiting your arrival to paradise
Your soul is stolen from a stolen homeland
O Hala You are a sun that hasn’t yet risen
We condole your soul in a school certificate
With a certificate awaiting your arrival to paradise
Your wedding march to the paradise, and your wedding dress
You are preceding all your fiancés to your wedding in heaven
If the beautiful heart wants to say what’s inside it
Don’t talk to the heavens about your homelands
Tell the houri about her coming groom
His name written on his forehead: The living martyr
Don’t make the mistake and mention your homeland
That kiss its people with the gunfire !
Your soul is stolen from a stolen homeland
O Hala You are a sun that hasn’t yet risen
We condole your soul in a school certificate
With a certificate awaiting your arrival to paradise