Salute To The Martyr Osman Makawi Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

He was a Lofty Sudanese SAF soldier, he came to a halt in the battles, and he hollered as the shuttlecocks left the skyline; he came to a halt with his companions and soldiers to stick up the country, he was honorable and struggler.

SAF soldier fighting for the hopefulness of this beloved homeland Sudan, for he used to say I'm a palatial SAF soldier, he used to stand on fixed ground and fight back for Sudan's glory, for he used to say, I'm a deep-rooted Sudanese SAF struggler.

He understood Sudan was a hallow country he realized that one day, the whole Sudanese would come to a halt and mingle and reside as one, for he used to say, I am a dignified SAF a struggler; whenever he used to come to a halt and retail inland dirge, he made an oath to our beloved country when he reminded the old years of war and misery.

Only that makes the reminiscence pedigree of a sarcastic back in days never to be seen, so he perished patriotically for his beloved country, he was a courageous struggler who dedicated his life to his country, he was a dauntless SAF fighter who did his duty to superheat his country's misery.

Every inhabitant should award him regard with super favor, he wasn't very certain from which direction the scamper shot would hold away his soul, we remember valiant Martyr's immolation and fatigue, lauding for him in any way, will not change this worthy struggler.

Oh Allah, forgive him and have mercy on him and give him strength and pardon him. Be generous to him and cause his entrance to be wide and wash him with water and snow and hail. Cleanse him of his transgressions as white cloth is cleansed of stains.