Cradled close I can smell her The scent of mum it soothes me over.
Theres nothing else that we can do
But lie in wait till mornings due. The beating of my mothers heart The sound of buildings ripped apart.
The whistling before the big bright flash
Holding hands we make a dash. Lifted, twisted, we are flying The bed is spinning where we were lying.
My ears are burning with the roar
The boom Ive never heard before. Floating, a moment, time holds on And then everything is gone.
My hand mummy, were holding tight
Everything is going to be alright. Dont let me go, I need you more You know that I am nearly four
Dark and fire, rubble and mud
Or is it earth mixed up with blood? I move my body, but not much, My chin and cheek I cannot touch.
I call my mum, as my face is sore
Up cuddle me from the floor. We never let go, our fingers entwined A greater love youll never find.
I need her now, I need her grace
I want her to touch my face. I pull her hand from the floor I have her hand and nothing more.
(As if) I was born in Palestine,
A land where faces shine With faith, love and trust; A land I wanted to belong first.
I had never been to Palestine
But I bet I was born there; There live my brothers and sisters, Much pain of bloody stories we share.
I speak Bangla not Arabic though,
For Salat we turn to same direction; Our heart pumps the same faith Eternally we have lot of interaction The enemies of Palestine are my enemies Their friends are my friends too; Just for Islam they suffered destruction, For same cause I have to do what I can do.
Land of the Prophets, the Jerusalem,
Is the land I own and I adore; With the Ummah united to free Al-Quds, After a sea of sufferings I see the shore.
Im a Muslim, Im Ummah, Im Palestine,
Are you there with me? Lets get united, stand up, march forward Palestine will be free.