My friend Yasser Barabakh was martyred. My brother, my beloved, I wish it had been me. I'm in shock and can't believe it, my friend. You always said you loved life as much as you loved martyrdom. May God curse the Jews, the Arab and Islamic governments, and every traitor. May God curse the Arab people. We failed you, my brother. I failed you too. He was martyred, and I'm helpless. My heart is burning for you, my friend. There can't be life without you. You said you'd meet me in July, but you left me.

Will you come back? I'm waiting for news that you'll return. A young man like you, with knowledge, beauty, and good character. Why? I always told you that you were destined to be a leader for the cause, but I couldn't comprehend that you were destined to be a martyr. Answer me, my friend, and tell me that you're alive.

صحبي ياسر بربخ استشهد اخويا وحبيبي ياريتني كنت انا والله مصدوم ومش مصدق يصحبي دايما كنت بتقول انك بتحب الحياة بقدر حبك للشهادة لعنة الله عااليهود والحكومات العربية والاسلامية وكل متخاذل لعنة الله عالشعوب العربية خذلناك ياخويا انا كمان خذلتك استشهد وانا عاجز قلبي محروق عليك يصحبي ومستحيل يكون في حياة من بعدك قولت انك هتقابلني في شهر 7 بس سبتني.
هترجع تاني مستني خبر يقوللولي انك هترجع شاب زيك علم وجمال واخلاق ليه انت دايما كنت اقولك انك مشروع قائد للقضية بس مكنتش اقدر استوعب انك مشروع شهيد رد عليا يصحبي وقول انك عايش