A little muslim from Palestine

[Salahudin]

::: A little muslim from Palestine :::
by Zakaria Amara

I'll always be a contender

Yes, I know my bones are very tender

And by Allah you won't see me surrender

Look at my eyes? You'll see no butterflies

My home is filled with cries... due to all the lost lives

But I swear by Allah I'll never compromise

I'll still throw the stones even with my broken bones

Why can't I hear from you, don't you have any phones?

Ya I forgot, your not on the chase, try it out and put your self in my place

Soon I'll return to my lord , the one that deserves every grace

Oh you don't have to worry cause of me you'll find no trace

It really is too late, why did you wait?

You could have sent me at least one dinner plate

I guess it is my fate

And La Ilaha Illa Allah is my mate.

[Ankaboot]

Palestinian Am I
by E. Yaghi

No one can take away from me

My identity,

For it is mine.

Palestinian am I.



I am the river that flows

Through my land.

I am the mountain

Noble and magnificent

Rising up out of chaos and destruction.



I greet the morning sun

That shines down on my fertile valleys

And parches my barren desert.



I am the red poppy and yellow daffodil

That grow upon my bloodstained hills.

I am the battle cry of freedom

That echoes through my corridors

And every fiber of my being.



Palestinian am I.

I am the proud owner of

Orange orchards and lemon blossoms

And honey bees, wild and free.



I am the Palestinian David child wielding a single stone

Against the Israeli Goliath.

I am not afraid,

For truth is with me and God is on my side.

If I die,

A choir of angels will honor me

And later, my parents will grasp my outstretched hand

And join me in Heaven.


I am the tears of

Mothers weeping for their dead sons.

I am the footsteps of ancient prophets

Who foretold of doom and destruction

To those who torture and oppress me.



My brethren are the doves, hummingbirds and seagulls

That fly unhindered above my sea.

I am Palestinian,

Therefore, I am.



No one can take my identity

Away from me,

Not tanks or guns or bombs

Meant to desecrate me and kill me.

My country lives in me.



I am the cry of liberty.

No matter what they take from me,

They can't take away my identity

Or my dignity.

Palestinian am I.

[Ankaboot]

My Dream
By: Mai Ibrahim Bader





My dream...

I dream that Palestine would be free...

I dream of the red, white, green, and black raised so high reaching the sky.

I hear a beautiful voice, calling for prayer.

I dream of little children playing with their friends, enjoying freedom and peace.



I dream of mothers rejoicing, "We're free, we're free "

I dream of men and boys praying without a worry of distraction from the enemy.



I dream that all the ones who fought & died for Palestine are watching over us , crying, wishing they were here for this moment.

I dream seeing beautiful bright colors all around me.

I dream seeing towns, cities, that were rebuilt with beautiful sites.

If I had one wish ...I wish Palestine would be free...


Note: Mai Ibrahim Bader is 14 years old and lives in New Orleans.

[Ankaboot]

The Eternal Heart of Falesteen
by Shadin Atiyeh,
a Syrian-American




My home is taken from me

The land scorched

The river dried

The trees rotted

The houses burned to the ground

Their inhabitants, my neighbors

Are no where to be seen

Their deaths I've suffered

Long ago

I'm alone now

Among my enemies and those

That have abandoned me

The sadness is a dark shadow

That sweeps over me

I'm too exhausted to resist it

This was a city

That once flourished

Now it is nothing but

Broken homes and

Broken dreams

My dreams flew away from me

Long ago

The never ending pain is

A weight, its only purpose

Is to press on my aching heart

Yet I know

The heart of Falesteen will always beat