Four years have passed since I left you, the one who had the idea, the one who had the soft heart 💔.

Four years have passed since I left you, the one who had the idea, the one who had the soft heart 💔.

The leader Wadih al-Hukh was killed.

Four years of longing and nostalgia, and your features are still present in our hearts and minds, never forgotten by young or old.

Meek, you are in my heart, Asil, and your memory will remain present as long as we live, and the idea you planted will remain greater than absence and stronger than oblivion. 🕊️.

May God have mercy on you, make his grave one of the gardens of Paradise, and gather you in the highest heaven with the prophets, the true, the afflicted and the righteous. 🤲.

You will remain present with us, even if you are out of our sight. 💚.