In a land called Palestine

I remember seeing this canvas way before October 2023 and falling in love with it instantly.

Little did I know at the time that since first seeing the dome of the rock as a child in a history book and being totally fascinated with it how deep that fascination would run and eventually turn into a deep love and respect for its land and her people.

As I lay here gazing at the canvas on the wall opposite my bed I am struck with a multitude of thoughts and emotions and fear of its erasure. It’s a dream I’ve been having for a while now and I know many others feel the same way but with this fear runs something deeper and it’s the realisation that even if the zionists were to seize and destroy it,as is their plan for a third temple, that this still wouldn’t be enough to get a rise, a stand ANYTHING from the Arab world the so called ummah,for Palestine, her people or her land. Yet we all know if this was the kabba it would be different

But why. ???

Does one matter less than the other ? Simply because one generates an income that exceeds billions every year justified by its religious purpose and one doesn’t ?

Follow the money and the truth appears.

But for for now I will put down in words what my heart spoke:

In a land called Palestine,

beneath a sky bruised with storm and silence,

the Golden Dome glows —

a quiet fire at the centre of shadow.

Even the clouds seem to hold their breath around it.

And above, a crescent moon hangs like a prayer not yet spoken.

There is mourning in this darkness.

But the Dome does not dim.

It burns steady, untouched by the hush of grief,

a beacon for the broken,

a witness to the weight of this land.

The olive trees feel it in their roots.

The stones remember.

This is a place made of tears and tawakkul,

a place where light does not shout —

it simply endures.