(As if) I was born in Palestine,
A land where faces shine
With faith, love and trust;
A land I wanted to belong first.
I had never been to Palestine
But I bet I was born there;
There live my brothers and sisters,
Much pain of bloody stories we share.
For Salat we turn to same direction;
Our heart pumps the same faith
Eternally we have lot of interaction.
The enemies of Palestine are my enemies
Their friends are my friends too;
Just for Islam they suffered destruction,
For same cause I have to do what I can do.
Land of the Prophets, the Jerusalem,
Is the land I own and I adore;
With the Ummah united to free Al-Quds,
After a sea of sufferings I see the shore.
I’m a Muslim, I’m Ummah, I’m Palestine,
Are you there with me?
Let’s get united, stand up, march forward—
Palestine will be free.
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Palestine
PoetryHere,where the hills slope before the sunset and the chasm of time near gardens whose shades have been cast aside, we do what prisoners do we do what the jobless do, we saw HOPE. A bunch of poems about our beloved Palestine.
