Palestine by Adeleke Fatimah

 I wake up in the morning

Pick up my phone

Just for my eyes to see to agonized face of a mother

The heart wrenching tears of a father

The pain fully confused face of children

As I hear pain from the call of a mother to her child

There I saw her

Weeping cesantly on her dismembered child body

Shouting at the world,

For what her fault was

Was it because she's a Palestinian 

Or because she helped accommodate people in need

Or did people see her less of an human being

Asking the world why she's being punished like this

Then there's the father blankly staring

Staring at the remain of his children

Thinking, are they really my children

If they are what's their offense

How much was the hatred towards them

Then there is the child

Looking around for his or her family

Desperately seeking for that familiar confort

In the process of catching a familiar face

The eyes caught a scene a child is never meant to see

As a result, he start to think if he will ever see his family

If he will even grow to achieve his dream

Then he accept his fate

The fate of dying young

As the scene continue to play in his head

It gradually becomes a constant thought

As it raises to become a night mare for the child

Palestine, Palestine

The blessed land

The land loved dearly by it people

Even when their blood and sanity will be the price

They neva backed down from the fight

Palestinian are legend

There are no other being like the Palestinian

And there will never be

As that is their blessing for being from the blessed land

As each one of them except death anytime

They still remained steadfast

Having faith in Allah

Exchanging generations

Willing to perish with their land

As they expect immeasurable reward from Allah

With their shaken mental health

They see their children ascend to somewhere more better

May Allah reward all Palestinian for their action

And may he suffise them with something better

Ameen

By Noble Ziba