O land of the prophets,
you are the home to the many faithful servants of Allah.
From Isa to Ishaq, Yaqub and Yusuf,
a sanctity for many who sought their refuge in your land, like Ibrahim and Maryam1.
Do you witness the deaths of those bequeathed from your soil?
O land of the prophets,
be a witness for the ones whose hands have cultivated your growth
of which olive trees once stood tall.
O land of the prophets,
Do you feel the rumble of the transgressors’ footsteps, violating and destroying your land?
O land of the prophets,
we weep and cry with you as the destruction of graves and those buried beneath are bulldozed from the occupier’s hand.
O land of the prophets,
one day we will return
and you will be free—just as how we seek to be free.
- peace be upon them all ↩︎
