She’s studying next to her grave, We told her, “Be strong. Be brave.” But nothing could help her be saved, Her dreams faded, lost like a wave.
Behind the door, she hides in fear, Afraid of death drawing near. The future is frozen, unclear, Her hopes vanish, year after year.
Bombs and screams fill up the night, Fear’s sharp voice cuts like a knife. Her past is gone, out of sight, Childhood stolen in the fight.
With tangled hair and weary eyes, She stands strong, though hope still dies.
This does not describe the pain of Palestinian people! It’s hard to even write it ! This describes our vision to what’s happening right now in Palestine 🇵🇸