Each star in the sky is like a tear that cries eternally on a mother’s face.
From Earth I can see the lights up there being born and dying in the cosmic symphony of the universe.
Each star that is born in the sky now is a Palestinian child who dies in the cruel and unjust symphony of life.
The wicked and cruel celebrate in the rubble of a ruined Gaza.
Mothers cry as their children are buried by the bombs of the impetuous aggressor.
How can we have hope when hope is taken from our arms?
It is like a garden that will never have flowers.
It is like a spring that will never come.
Perhaps the lights that shine in the sky give us hope for a new tomorrow where wars and injustice will no longer exist in this world.
Each star that is born in the sky is a Palestinian child.
The chosen ones are not those who bring wars, destruction and death.
The chosen ones are those who become lights in the darkness.
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