Sidra Sawah Al Hafar

Contributor

In the quiet of the night, 

The call to prayer drifts through the cracks of the walls. 

It does not ask for permission. 

It does not wait for peace. 

The call to prayer cuts through the night, 

Echoing louder than the roar of tanks, 

Rising above the sound of broken streets. 

Every word, every verse, 

Is an act of resistance. 

The soldiers march through the alleys, 

But the people kneel– 

Their prayers rise higher than the checkpoints, 

Stronger than the walls. 

In Palestine, Ramadan is not just a month, 

It is a testament to their strength– 

A promise that no matter the cost, 

Their faith, their land, their people, 

Will remain unbroken.