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Released October 2026
Words: Dr Yousef
Melody, vocals & production:
Ahmed Abu Amsha
Despite everything, we are still creating music.
From Gaza, where even the simplest tools have become difficult to access, we continue to sing, compose, and share our stories with the world.
This song is dedicated to all doctors around the world, especially the Palestinian doctors who have stood courageously in the face of unimaginable suffering.
To every doctor who saved lives, stood beside us, and defended humanity — thank you.
You are the Angels of Mercy. ❤️
🎵 A NOTE ABOUT THIS PRODUCTION
The melody is my original composition, and the vocals are my own real voice and performance.
Due to the extremely limited musical equipment and production resources available to us in Gaza, I used artificial intelligence to assist with certain parts of the musical arrangement and production.
This is what we have available to us right now. Despite everything, we continue to create.
The music, the voice, and the emotions behind this song are genuinely mine.
Lyrics – English Translation
I grew up among the olive trees,
We shared one home, one history.
Mother, the martyr still calls our names,
His blood blooms like henna upon our hands.
A dove soared high above the hills,
Mother, a martyr’s blood is precious beyond words.
A little girl cried, “Look what’s happening!”
For you, child with braided hair, I’d give my life.
We planted patience where the wounds run deep,
And no sacrifice is too great for women who stand free.
We stand like mountains, our blood burning strong,
I send my greetings on the wings of those who fly.
And if one day your journey leads to Al-Aqsa,
Let the fragrance of flowers welcome all who arrive.
I grew up among the olive trees,
We shared one home, one history.
Mother, the martyr still calls our names,
His blood blooms like henna upon our hands.
A dove soared high above the hills,
Mother, a martyr’s blood is precious beyond words.
Our hearts are burning with embers and fire,
Let the enemies fall, but our homeland will remain.
Through hardship, we march beside those who rise for freedom,
For a free soul will always be free, whatever comes our way.
High above the clouds, a poet painted his image,
Among the red poppies, like a dearly beloved soul.
His heartbeat carries resilience, his tears are never far,
God stands beside him, and his name is Doctor
I grew up among the olive trees,
We shared one home, one history.
Mother, the martyr still calls our names,
His blood blooms like henna upon our hands.
A dove soared high above the hills,
Mother, a martyr’s blood is precious beyond words.
كلمات الأغاني
كغ افزٍتنل ألا شبٍت
إحلا _برلا بل]س افبٍت
ٍكا افشمٍد لادٌ غفٍلا
ٍكا دكم حلة إٍدٍلا
حكاكة ظارت ]ن^ افغفافٍ
كا افشمٍد دكم [افٍ
نظ]فة صرخت شن]نا اففٍ صاٍر
رنحٍ ]دا_ٍ ٍك افض]اٍر
زرغلا افصبر نافجرح [اٍر
نافرنح ترخص ]دا افحراٍر
نإحلا افجبف نافدك ]اٍر
ندٍ سفاكٍ كغ اففٍ ظاٍ
نإل _لت ٍنك ففأ^صٌ ساٍر
رشنا افغظنر كغ اففٍ زاٍر
كغ افزٍتنل ألا شبٍت
إحلا _برلا بل]س افبٍت
كا افشمٍد لادٌ غفٍلا
كا دكم حلة إٍدٍلا
حكاكة ظارت ]ن^ افغفافٍ
ٍكا افشمٍد دكن [افٍ
ناف^فب شاغف جكر نلا
ٍخسٌ افغدا نتب^ٌ افدار
لكشٍ افصغب كغ افثنار
نافحر حر فن شن كا صار
ن]ن^ افسحاب رسكتم أدٍب
نكغ افحلنل _أجكف حبٍب
لبضم صكند ندكغم ^رٍب
ناففم كغام ناسكم ظبٍب
كغ افزٍتنل ألا شبٍت
إحلا _برلا بل]س افبٍت
ٍكا افشمٍد لادٌ غفٍلا
ٍكا دكم حلة إٍدٍلا
حكاكة ظارت ]ن^ افغفافٍ
كا افشمٍد دكم بفافٍ
