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.
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