رأيت فى حلمى اطفالا يرتدون اجمل رداء
عماراتن لا بل ابراجا عالية البناء
حول كل برجا مسابح تشبه مسابح الاغنياء
اطفالا من حولى يلعبون ويمرحون بهناء
لا فرق بين معلم مهندس واطباء
كل شعبى يدا واحده انهم ورثة الانبياء
تمنيت ان يصبح حلمى حقيقة وليس بفناء
I dreamed of my country, the land of the great,
I saw children dressed in the finest state.
Not just buildings, but towers reaching high,
Piercing with grandeur the limits of the sky.
Around every tower, pools sparkled blue,
Like the luxuries only the wealthy once knew.
Children around me were playing with glee,
Living in comfort, happy and free.
No divide between teacher, engineer, or physician,
Equality and honor were our shared mission.
My people as one, hand in hand they stay,
The heirs of the prophets in every way.
I prayed for my dream to be real and true,
Not a passing shadow that fades from view.
I Dreamed of My Homeland حلمت بوطنى وطن العظماء
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.