Written words, silenced stories…
Unspoken truths ride winds of worries.
I speak for voices small and crying,
For dreams once bright… now slowly dying.

We had a life of joy and light,
Our laughter danced through the night.
The streets were filled with melody complete,
Where every soul and heart would meet.

Then darkness came, a shadowed refrain,
Little eyes wept… too young for pain.
A rose dress burned, turned red in fire,
The streets became a lost empire.

Please help me… calm this fire inside,
My flesh has burned, my soul has died.
The air now screams with fear and cries,
And hunger echoes through the eyes

My stomach roars like bombs that fall,
For just a crumb, a life… that’s all.
What kind of life when death’s so near,
And every breath is born of fear?

I want to tell you of my pain,
Of dreams destroyed and hopes in chains.
Of eyes I fear I’ll see no more,
Of homes erased, of grief and war.

They stole my youth, my childhood’s song,
And left me where I don’t belong.
Now silence grows where fear once bled,
And emptiness walks where I was led.

I once dreamed to heal, to wear the white,
To be a doctor… a child of light.
To make my dear uncle proud someday,
But he was taken far away.
Will he still see me from the sky,
Or even that dream will also die?

Now all I wish… not wealth or fame…
Is to survive this war’s cruel flame,
And walk once more my broken street,
Even if only stones I meet.

For dying while living is worse than grave,
Yet memories of peace are all that I save.
I’ll sleep tonight with tears unshed,

I am a child of Gaza’s land,
Born of dust, yet I still stand.
My heart may break, my tears may fall,
But hope still whispers through it all.
If you hear me, please understand,
My voice is trembling in your hand.
Be my echo, let me be known,
For I am the voice that lost its own.

We rise.. not with wings,
but with the quiet hope of those
who have touched the fire and lived.

The earth behind us
cracked our bones,
choked our voices
with its noise and hunger.
But forward, forward..
into the light that does not burn,
only blesses.

The sun calls softly..
not to blind, but to awaken.
Its warmth is memory,
not of who we were,
but of who we are becoming.

Each ray a spirit,
each breeze a hymn,
each step a surrender
to something greater than flesh.

We do not run
We ascend.
Not to escape death,
but to meet it with open hands,
knowing that what dies
Will only tell a story of the warriors.

You warned us,
How Life has no mercy on us.
You died in ruts,
in the hope of rebirth for us.

Excuses,
Shame came upon us.
Cruelty’s still killing us.

Eyes are crying
Flowers are dying
Blood is not drying

Only sorrow remain
In the shape of pain

Call to
Who, in love, has a trust
Fight for the rest of us.

So..

We will break the chain
Freedom, we will gain
Our right, we will reclaim!


For Gaza.