MIRHA PRAYS FOR PALESTINE

Beneath the crescent moon's soft, silver grace,
A Pakistani girl sends her prayers to the distant place,
Where Palestinian children, under the sun's burning gold,
Endure hardships and stories that remain untold.

In the quiet of night, with stars up high,
She gazes at the heavens and sends a sigh,
A heartfelt plea, a prayer from her heart,
For the little ones torn apart by conflict's art.

"Dear Palestinian children, so far from my sight,
May you find peace in the darkest of night,
May your laughter be heard like birds in the morn,
As you rise above sorrow, resilient, reborn.

In your innocent eyes, may hope's candle burn,
In your smiles and your tears, let compassion return,
In your dreams, may you soar, like birds in the sky,
Unburdened by pain, as the years go by.

I pray that your days be filled with delight,
With the warmth of the sun and the stars shining bright,
That peace and justice may reign over your land,
As you hold on to dreams with a steadfast hand.

May your hearts find solace in each other's embrace,
As you rise above conflict, division, and space,
For though we're far apart, my heart's close to you,
In these whispered prayers, my love shines through.

May the world unite, may compassion increase,
To bring you the healing, the much-needed peace,
With love from Pakistan, these words I bestow,
In prayers and in dreams, may your hope ever grow."

As the girl's prayers ascend to the skies above,
They carry with them warmth, compassion, and love,
For Palestinian children, in lands far away,
May they find brighter, more peaceful days.

Imran Nazeer
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