The King of Kings has touched the ground,Where desert winds in silence sound.In Saudi sand, the stage is set—A page in time we won’t forget. Purple tie.Purple stairs.Purple carpet laid with prayers. This isn’t theatre. This is command.A sovereign stride upon the land.Not a photo op, not mere flair—But power draped in royal air. He […]
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A Cry from the Soil to India and Pakistan O neighbors carved from the same ancestral land,Why must your hearts be ruled by a sword in hand?Once you sang in harmony beneath monsoon skies,Now only sirens answer the children’s cries. Do the fields not grow on both sides the same?Must you always stoke this poisonous […]
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A Tribute to Shaheed Syed Adil Hussain ShahBy The Voice of Palestine In the vale where chinars gently sway,Where the rivers hum ancient songs each day,Rose a soul from snow and stone,Syed Adil Hussain Shah — one of Kashmir’s own. Not in armor, not with pride,But with heart ablaze, he did not hide.Amidst the terror, […]
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(For Reem, Tarek, and the Children of Gaza) I kissed her,but she wouldn’t wake up,her tiny hand still warm in mine,a doll, a dream,a tangerine untouched by time. Through broken stone and twisted steel,through the ashes of a shattered dream,I searched for voices,for laughter,for life,but silence was all that screamed. There, among the wreckage,a doll […]
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In the land where olive trees once stood tall, A tale unfolds, a prayer to enthrall. Pray for Palestine, where hearts bear the weight, Of a history marked by sorrow and fate. Amidst the echoes of Adhan’s call, In the land of prophets, where empires fall, Pray for the children with innocence bright, For […]
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By the heart of a homeland unheard, yet unbroken I am the voice that echoes still,From hills of Hebron, Gaza’s will,From olive trees and jasmine bloom,To refugee camps soaked in gloom. I am the soil beneath your feet,So rich, so red, yet incomplete.Each grain a story, each breath a prayer,Of a people shackled, yet […]
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In the cradle of olive groves and stone,Where ancient winds through ruins moan,There lies a land, both proud and torn—A place where peace is still unborn. Palestine, with soil kissed by tears,Has lived through decades, centuries, fears.Its children play on shattered ground,While silence screams without a sound. The stars above still shine the same,Yet none […]
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