This is not just a child's cry... it is the plea of every orphaned heart in Gaza.

O Father!
Since you left, you took the joy of the house with you...
We haven't eaten anything, we have just been comforting our hearts with your memories.
Your absence pricks every moment, as if a pain has settled in the heart.

Father... for a moment you turned back and looked,
Your eyes were moist... and perhaps your heart was also heavy.

You said:
"O Father's fairy! Be patient, I will come back soon...
I will feed you with my own hands..."
But Father...
You haven't come back yet...
Your fairy thinks the same thing every day:
What happened to my father?
Has he forgotten us?
She cries, sobs, calls you in every sigh, her heart is restless, her eyes are tired of waiting.

This is not just a child's plea, it is the cry of all those children in Gaza who have lost the shadow of their father...

These are the tears of those innocent eyes who call their father every night,
But in response, only silence is found...
This is the pain of those hearts who had not even learned to express themselves in words, but endured the wound of separation.

O Ummah of Muslims! For God's sake...
Listen to these sobs, feel these tears...

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Be sure to remember the people of Palestine in your prayers and charity.