Yasser and I were fleeing from a security patrol. We reached a wall that could not be overcome with ease. Yasser leaned forward to give me a boost to escape. He chose me over himself. After one minute, he was able to surmount the wall himself, and we were triumphant in that incident against the armed soldiers. Two years later, however, a small shrapnel had penetrated his femoral artery. The belligerent criminals had succeeded in attaining their vengeance through his death… They countered my slight achievement with a dagger in the heart…