Ceasefire in the Land of Tears| Kashaf ul Eman

Ceasefire in the Land of Tears

Now guns are hushed, the sirens sleep,

But graves of martyrs still run deep.

Ceasefire, a word both sweet and sore,

Peace declared, yet hearts still sore.

Who will rebuild the shattered walls?

Who’ll answer widows’ silent calls?

Still, in the ruins hope is born,

Like olive trees through fields once torn.

O world, remember what they paid,

The price of peace by blood was made.

Let not this silence fade away,

Let justice bloom, let children play.

For Palestine, a wounded dove,

Still beats its wings for peace and love.

And in its heart, through grief and flame,

Lives the unbroken, sacred name.

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Kashaf ul Eman