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There is a land, ancient and sacred, cradled in the heart of the world, now trembling beneath the weight of sorrow and ruin. It's a place where olive trees once whispered peace, where every stone holds the memory of a people who dream, who live, who loved, and now bleed. They say, never silence the voice that speaks for truth, and never bow the head when faced with injustice. For in the face of lies and greed is honesty and compassion that must rise. We are one body, one beating heart, and none of us will truly taste peace until that land, Palestine, is free. So I ask, how could you make an excuse to murder a child? How could it kill a whole group and face no trial? How could you sit on the fence saying two sides of the story? Thought of a dying baby caught in, please don't ignore me. Close the blind on our eyes, feel a life to distraction. They occupy the public but they continue occupation. When stark comes to light, it's a clear assassination. It's like 1.7 million women and children. Move south, you'll be safe, displace, and then they bomb there. And they could do it in front of the world, don't think the world cares. Cries from little boys and girls, don't think the world hears. Shares on your story today, tomorrow the post clears. Focus on the matter, then it's all lies on Rafa. Tomorrow's another day going back to the laughter. For them it's still the same, still trapped in the Gaza. Watch life in the Gaza turn to death in the Gaza. Nikki Haley signs a bomb, kill them all. But those babies don't die, they rise to Allah's call. Sixty all at one time, fire falling from the sky. Burning children alive, could never be justified. And as they became numbers, we didn't pray, but we protest. The system made us lose focus, they was dying in hundreds. And everybody starts to care less. And we fail them and fail the test. You see, a day's gonna come where we have to answer for our deeds. And the Palestinians are gonna watch as they stand there free. We will wish we was them, as they smile in peace. The ones that watched our suffer today, finally taste the ease. See they was meant to be playing in the sand, not buried in it. And that land belongs to the people that are buried in it. You hear, each one's last breath has a prayer in it. And the face expression has a smile on it. Even though, even though we saw a bomb dropping, his home turned to rocks and dust. But he picks himself up, cause that's what a man does. Dug his daughter from the ground, and he put her on his back. And his baby's on his sack, over his shoulder like a... But he still screams, la ilaha illallah. Cause he knows they ain't dead, they just returned to Allah. This is war, and it looks like they're winning today. But those looks are deceiving, Allah is great. I'm just a black Kunta Kente. House slave, field slave. Young Daniel's son, and Muhammad is my sensei. They were spending money in Versace, Fendi. We was getting new Emiratis, tailor-made. While they drinking Mo and Shandon, in their party. We was third row in Acton, praying Kiyam lane. You can hear my brother's passion, from the ameen. When you hear free Philistine, watch the room scream. Light on his journey, I don't even need a bag. All I need is your heart, I run a sword like a Saudi flag. Beard on the chin, Muslim when he rolls up. Palestine scarf and the tracksuit bottoms rolled up. They can look and laugh, but we don't win, this is all up. Who will laugh last, whose face dark and whose is glowing up? Who will laugh last? You see, Allah will not change the condition of a people, until we change what's within ourselves. So even though we stand far from these lands, and we cannot carry their burden in our hands. We might be helping less, but definitely we are not helpless. Be a better person. Perfect your prayers. Refine your character. Purify your soul. Soften your hearts, and be kind. You see, this change begins with us. So let us not just be spectators of the suffering, but architects of justice. For when we change ourselves, we contribute to a shift in the world. And with Allah's mercy, this land, Palestine, will be free. As it says in the Quran, Surah Imran, do not lose hope, nor be sad. You will surely be victorious, if you are true in faith. Thank you.