My dear Palestinians

My eyes haven't rested well, 

It is involuntary,

A biological force inside me, 

Only making me human,

Forcing reflexes of rivers out of me,

I can't stop. 

I can't stop what's happening to Palestine, I can't stop the pain I feel inside, what they feel, I am with them, I am of them, I feel what they feel. 

If your mother died how would you feel? You are from your mother right; the agonising hurt dragging you down-is what I feel for all those mothers, because they could very well have been my mother, or brother or child or relative. But they are human, and I am human, so I feel. 

That's why my eyes haven't rested. 

I can not stop crying. 

I will not stop crying to Allah. 

I have hope.