In Search of Life

I will draw the last child getting out of the orphanage,

with people holding his hands and on his face is a smile,

I draw a school and kids with pencils in their hands,

ignorance is but illusions,

and the word unemployed is but a word,

and there is no stealing and no crime,

but dignity and respect, I draw hospitals with doctors everywhere.

I draw a kid holding in his hand the flag of Palestine

and saying we are freed from the injustice of the enemy.

A poem by Asmaa Al-Hajj Khalil.

Palestinian refugee woman, 19 years old