Arwa Abu Haikal

I wish some heavy rain 
to wash the blood stain;
to rest and calm my fears 
and Tal Rumeida's pain.
My dream is peace and justice 
and ending that chain 
of murdering, killing, shooting.
Can you tell me what we gain?
Hatred breeds more hatred.
Love can end the pain.
I dream of sunshine coming to meet the rain; 
to spread that love around despite what has remained.
Do you know what has remained?
Barriers, borders, walls;
killing, shooting and drones. 
And that dream again 
occupying my brain; 
the dream of heavy rain 
washing the blood stain; 
ending occupation 
and feeling life again.

Poem by Arwa Abu Haikal, from the Old City of Hebron