The family of the deceased may forget the deceased until his anniversary comes, and they begin to cry again, except for you, O Master... our superhero... you are the one whose spirit has not disappeared from the memory, whose biography has not ceased from the tongue, and whose image has not left the hearts of the faithful.

The family of the deceased may forget the deceased until his anniversary comes, and they begin to cry again, except for you, O Master... our superhero... you are the one whose spirit has not disappeared from the memory, whose biography has not ceased from the tongue, and whose image has not left the hearts of the faithful.

Another year passed, and every day was your day. You were present in absence, living in testimony, and in an immortal conscience. You are the master whose memory has become a refuge for hearts, a symbol of steadfastness and a symbol of greatness. Peace be upon you in your memory, and peace upon your pure blood.