A Fairy named Haya Hamdan

Another flower faded
Another star vanished
Her golden hair was kissing her forehead
And her blue eyes were closed forever
Tears are soaking my heart, my mind
Our children are massacred
But Muslims are sleeping
I heard her own sobs in the funeral
She was not complaining
My soul wakened, my cold heart melted
Saying goodbye to the worldly leeches
I rushed to her embrace
Now,
I am the face of every martyr
I am the roar of every Mujahid in Gaza