In olive groves, beneath the sun, A land of faith, a struggle won. The Muslim heart in Palestine, Holds memories, both joy and pain. From ancient times, their roots run deep, A steadfast faith, secrets they keep. Land of prophets, stories told, Of struggle, hope, and dreams unfold. With voices raised, they sing their plea, For justice, freedom, to finally be. The Muslim spirit, never tame, Will find its way, and fan the flame. For Palestine, a sacred land, Hope's ember glows, in every hand. May peace descend, on troubled ground, Where faith endures, with a sacred sound.