In this land… A Song of Culture “Seventeen”

In the lands where olives weave

Their roots through ancient soil,

The whispers of history blend

With the cries of a people, resilient.

Each stone in these fields,

Each breath in the air,

Carries the tales of forefathers,

Their dreams etched in every grain of sand.

Children play amidst the ruins,

Their laughter defying the silence,

As grandmothers recount legends

Of heroes and martyrs, of love and loss.

The market hums with life,

Vendors’ calls intertwine with the scent

Of spices and fresh-baked bread,

A symphony of survival and pride.

In the shadow of walls, the echoes of prayers

Rise from sacred places,

Minarets and bells,

A chorus of hope and defiance.

The land sings in their blood,

Its melody unbroken by time or tears,

A testament to a culture

Unyielding as the olive trees, steadfast.

From the hills of Nablus to Gaza’s shore,

A mosaic of endurance,

Pieced together by hands

Weathered yet unwavering.

For in every heart, a story,

In every eye, a spark,

Of the land where roots run deep,

Of the people who rise, again and again.