Beneath the olive trees, where sorrows dwell,

A father’s love, a tale to tell.

In Palestine’s embrace, a daughter’s fate,

A young martyr, at heaven’s gate.

Through tear-stained streets, her memory weaves,

A tapestry of courage that forever cleaves.

A father’s heart, heavy with loss,

Yet, love persists, a resilient gloss.

In the echoes of conflict, where shadows cast,

A paternal love, steadfast and vast.

His gaze towards the heavens, a silent prayer,

For the daughter, the warrior, he used to bear.

Amidst the rubble, a lullaby unheard,

A father’s love, a song in every word.

In the realm of stars, her spirit takes flight,

A beacon of hope in the Palestinian night.

The olive branches weep, the land may mourn,

Yet, a father’s love, a flame unshorn.

For in the hallowed echoes of the strife,

Resides a love that transcends this earthly life.

“In the embrace of olive trees, a father’s love endures, weaving tales of courage beneath Palestinian skies. In the echoes of conflict, his gaze toward heaven, a resilient gloss of love persists. Amid rubble and lullabies unheard, a flame unshorn, a love that transcends earthly strife. 🕊️ #PalestinianLove #CourageousSpirit”