My son Kamal, the son of the martyr, the hero
He has grown before his age, and inherited strength and pride from his father.
But between his laughter, there is a pain that never ends.
Every day he asks me about his father, and I hug him and say:
Your father is a hero, my love. He went to heaven and left us with our heads held high.
Oh God, mend the hearts of my son and daughter and be their support and a substitute for the embrace of their dear father.

ابني كمال ابن الشهيد البطل
كبر قبل عمره، وورث عن أبوه القوة والفخر،
بس بين ضحكته وجع ما بيخلص،
كل يوم يسألني عن أبوه، وأنا أضمّه وأقول له:
أبوك بطل يا حبيبي، راح للجنة وتركنا مرفوعين الراس.
اللهم اجبر قلب ابني وإبنتي وكن لهم سندًا وعوضًا عن حضن أبوهم الغالي