I suffer.
Hello, my young child,
You were murdered in cold blood.
Your father heard your cries,
He tearfully cries “Praise be to God!”
As for your mother, she’s weak with pain
That cuts deeper than any wound.
As for this global village,
We pray our hearts stay strong,
For we have never seen such a child
As you.
You embolden us to fight for you,
To bring others to the light.
Palestine will not surrender,
It will end the fight.
For now, though, my young child,
Find solace in your home;
Among the two Hasnains,
In Jannah you shall roam.
While we fight.
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