In the heart of the East, where the crescent moon shines,
Lies a land of dreams, a land of signs,
Palestine, where the winds carry whispers of grace,
Where every stone tells a story, every hill has a face.

Through olive groves and desert sands,
Through ancient cities with outstretched hands,
Your people stand, unbroken, proud,
Their voices rise, strong and loud.

The skies above may thunder and roar,
But your spirit is fierce, forevermore,
Through the trials, through the tears,
Palestine stands, despite the years.

Children play in the streets of old,
Their laughter bright, their courage bold,
For in their hearts, they carry a flame,
A love for a land that knows no shame.

Palestine, your beauty cannot fade,
In every heart, your name is laid,
For justice, for peace, for a future bright,
Palestine, we hold you in our sight.

From the Jordan River to the Mediterranean sea,
Your story is one of dignity,
In every home, in every land,
Palestine, we take your hand.

And as the sun sets, with a crimson hue,
We remember the brave, and what they knew,
That no matter the storm, no matter the night,
Palestine’s dawn will bring the light.
© oumaima_elbakkali