جلست مع دفترى يونسنى وامسكت قلمى لاحل بعض المساءل
فانحنى قلمى على خدى قاءل
ما بك صغيرتى ان وضعك حاءر
فقلت له وطنى غزة ففاضت دموعى والمشاعر
صرخت بصوتى غزة التى اريدها
من داخلى و المشاعر
اريد بيوتا ليس خياما
طفلا دافءا غير عريانا
نورا ليس ظلاما
شرابا وطعاما
اريد امننا وسلاما فاحتضننى قلمى وطبطب على كتفى قاءل
لا تبكى صغيرتى فان همك زاءل
I sat with my notebook to keep me company,
And held my pen to solve some problems for me.
But my pen leaned against my cheek and spoke: “What is the matter, little one? Why are you so troubled?”
I said to it: “My homeland is Gaza,”
And my tears and feelings overflowed.
I cried out with all my voice: “The Gaza I want comes from deep within my soul!”
I want houses, not tents,
A child who is warm, not cold and bare.
I want light, not darkness, I want water and food to share.
I want safety and peace…
Then my pen embraced me,
Patted my shoulder, and said: “Do not cry, my little one,
For your sorrow shall surely pass.”
Poem by Batoul
First Name: Batoul
Country: Palestine
Type: Poems and Short Stories
These artistic works were developed within the framework of the Child Protection Area of Responsibility (CP AoR) initiative “Gaza We Want.” The initiative supports children and young people in expressing their hopes, experiences, and visions for a peaceful future through creative and artistic mediums.