And somehow
I feel my blood return.
I will stand.
I will try.
And from beyond my grief,
I will see...
There are a people you can’t enslave.
A loyalty...you can’t buy.
For a land may be occupied...
but never a soul.
From beyond my tears
I’ll understand...
Today my people weep.
But tomorrow...Death will die,
as their tears give birth to a land
where...“on them shall be no fear
nor shall they grieve”. (Qur’an, 2:262)