Where is the air?

I scroll and I cry, don’t know what to say

A child in the dust just fades away

No food, no light, just endless gray

And I still eat three times a day

How do I sleep in a world like this?

How do I smile when I know what I’ve missed?

I breathe free while others choke

Is this the silence that we spoke?

Where is the air when the sky is on fire?

Where is the hope when the world feels tired?

Where are the hands that should be reaching out?

Don’t tell me it’s too far — I can hear them shout!

هَـوى فين؟ مافيش مكان

بِموت وأنا عايش في كتمان

صوتي بعيد، بس الحقّ يبان

They say “it’s too complex,” they say “it’s war”

But a baby doesn’t knock on anyone’s door

Before they’re buried under blood and stone

Tell me — how do you die without ever being grown?

Where is the air when they’re gasping for life?

Where is the truth when it’s buried in strife?

We are the voice, we are the sound

And we won’t stop till justice is found!

This is our fight, even from here

To turn the silence into a spear

No more numb, no more delay

Gaza bleeds — we won’t look away