To Bethlehem — where stones pray, olive trees bear witness, and the sky never bows.
To every mother who bid her son farewell at a checkpoint, yet never lost faith in his return.
To Dalal and Nadia, and to every pair of friends torn apart by exile and fate.
To Bahaa, and to every young soul who marched for freedom and returned as a pure body wrapped in songs of mourning and pride.
To Palestine, the land that teaches us that stories never truly end.