Before, then after, for sure I adore you
To the martyr Idris Hengla
They said: “The caribou abandoned his flock, and quarreled with his intimate cloud.. It was in the right morning that you covered it with stories, and with love it grows, it grows.
And they said: “He shut his door in the distant, lonely mountain, and.. he slept while he was regurgitating the rest of his ripe times.”
Then:
The mountains that leave us at night, I do not know what?!.. My destination was the lake, and the light of the velvet cities, clinging to the fringes of the mountains that do not leave us, showed me the way behind me, fraught with fear, clamoring with my terrible, imminent landing. I barely extracted myself from an old, bitter scene that almost jumped into the distance between us, and then I burped… to prevent us from some of the painful details of the road…
“Does the wind in my country ever have the fragrance of a caravan?”
Fire has the right of our favors in (the dust of al-Athafi)
(for badoub) Shadows digging in us..
And the camel has the thirst of years / the conclusion?
I will trample you now / trample you in this pot of despondency and leave… My destination is the lake, my mother’s face increases, who keeps preparing our beds every morning calves leave. What my mother infiltrates, the rays insinuate, eternity, and false wisdom
distance:
And the big butterfly I know/doesn’t know me.. Its scattered wings are a pain that surprises me at the time of my leafy scandal.. Her eyes are a long journey.. We have been sensing her some of this painful path.
And he announced:
It’s time for me (to love you)
It’s time for me (to buy)… if my heart is healthy, my heart.. I absolutely adore you
Asmara 1995
Mr. Abdelkader Hakim
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The struggle chant we will hang
We will recite the hymn of the revered struggle of my beloved country
The torch of my nation’s struggle, the sword of Karrar, with fragrant pigment
She knows you, her valleys, her valleys, her evenings, and her brown kisses
Knight is a struggle and in the battles a roaring lion
The leader of the epics of redemption victorious, and the cities liberated
Your days are a victory and the championships of the day of fever are an epic streak
You wrote for history the most wonderful championship symbol of redemption You are the first
With your blood you perfumed the soil of my country, the hand of treachery was yours in the observatory
If the eyes of my country’s Sabya shed tears, then she has the right to weep for the martyr
The banner of victory will never fall, for the generation of giving is pregnant
Written by: Omar Muhammad – Al Samarin
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Export of the family of the martyr Hengla
Praise be to God, and prayers and peace be upon the Messenger of God, upon him be the best prayer and peace
On the evening of Friday 20/9/1985 AD, the dear father Idris Ibrahim Hengla was martyred and left a great historical legacy even though he did not exceed the fourth decade of his life. However, his revolutionary and militant experience was lofty and rich. We realize that the loss was for all Eritreans, for the father, may God have mercy on him, had dedicated He gave his life for a free and proud Eritrea.
The father left us these diaries, which he wrote with a pen hour by hour, so that all the sons of Eritrea would be a national beacon, and that they would be a continuation of all the experiences of his brothers and fellow fighters, and so that history would preserve through the ages those heroisms and sacrifices. Thirty-plus years have passed since these diaries are trapped in the drawers, not our fault, but we were looking for the rest of the diaries that were written by our dear father in the period after 1982 AD, as we are sure that the rest of these diaries are found somewhere and we hope to find and publish them for the Eritrean people to complete This is the diary that we have.
We do not fail to say to the great mother, Umm Layla, daughter of Idris Hakeem, that you fulfilled the trust to the fullest, without her, these diaries would not have seen the light, as she preserved them when we were young, and she remained the best sponsor of the legacy of the martyr father who bequeathed us this history full of heroism, and we also do not miss that We thank everyone who contributed to the editing of these diaries, or contributed advice and guidance to get them out in this picture, and we especially thank the Center for Horn of Africa Studies, represented in the person of Professor Abdullah Ismail Adam, who made an effort and gave time to these diaries and paid great attention to them until I came out with this beautiful picture. We know that we cannot give the martyrs of the Eritrean revolution their right, for they sacrificed their blood in order for Eritrea to remain free and proud, and also for the wounded and those who struggled and gave their youth to defend the homeland for them all our appreciation and gratitude.
Martyr’s family
Idris Ibrahim Hengla