I am here with you today to share my big unlimited dream, a dream of the hope of a total nation dispersed around the world.

We Palestinians are different than any other people around the world. We have been struggling for 58 years, clutching hope with all energy we have despite everything, despite the parents we lost, the sons who passed out, the lands taken, the old ladies overloaded by the barriers, we struggled. Despite the wall getting taller, despite the checkpoints for us to get home, despite the humiliation we live, and the disbelieve of the world of what we face. Despite what we are known for of terrorists, despite all the men who bombed their bodies out to get revenge, despite the lack of food, studies, money, despite children murdered, men assassinated by their trees, women thrown out of their homes, youths died by the effect of the dazzling sun as they stood waiting for release.

Despite the chains and the bars of jails we stood on our feet, our situation is old. With burse legs, just like a 58 year old man, our soul is fed by Palestinian youth.

We stood and said No!

We declared that this forever and for always will be our land, our mother, our dignity and our identity. We are not yet satisfied and will never be as long as that man is looking between the bars of the wall and at his piece of land. We will never be satisfied, as long as our children don’t have a place to play in.

No, never we will.

No, never we shall be satisfied as long as part of our family is there and we are here. No, we will never be satisfied as long as our sea is theirs, as long as their footprints are in our sand, as long as they are in our own homes, as long as they are consuming what is ours, and gaining profits while we are here suffering poverty, lack of education and health.

No. Still I can see the tendons of the sun from between the wall bars, I can see a smile on the children’s faces and still I can wake up..

I have a dream.

I have a dream of all Palestinians. I have the dream of Palestine.

I have a dream to be able to go with my friends to the Mediterranean Sea. I have a dream to be able to reach Akka. I have a dream to see the oranges of Jaffa, the beach of Haifa, the mountains of Safad and the grapes of Hebron. I have a dream to taste the fish of Gaza, live the nature of Toolkarm, and visit the mosque of Jerusalem.

I have a dream that all refugees will be able to put their keys in their locks and get back to where they came from. I have a dream to be able to see children playing a game rather than Israelis and Palestinians. I have a dream that all our children can have a better childhood and future than that of ours.

I have a dream to see one marrying another for pure love and not because they both have the same identity cover.

I have a dream to fly around and know exactly the meaning of being free.

I have a dream to go to Nablus to see my mother’s family and watch my newborn cousin grow not by pictures, but by my own eyes!

I have a dream to wake up calm and feel peace in the air.

I have a dream to see a smile on an old man’s face.

I have a dream that smiles will replace frowns. I have dream that tears would dry up and wounds would clot and sorrows will fade. I have a dream that memories be shared and free Palestine declared.

I have a dream to move round my country and see the nature, I was taught in geography books. I have dream to see Marg Ibn Amer green again.

I have a dream to see complete sunrise not blocked by the wall.

I have a dream that all disabled people by Intifada can leave their wheelchairs again.

I have a dream to believe that our martyrs’ blood is not in vain and feel that their souls would rest in peace and not worrying of their families.

I have a dream to see the Palestinian flag rising on my school’s building, to feel that my country does exist.

I have a dream to be able to run in my own country with no fear or peril to be the one to choose where to go, and not the checkpoints.

I have a dream to get my own land in my lifetime.

I have a dream that all people in camps, places sweltering with the sun of injustice, but cold of tragedy would flower again.

I have that all prisoners living under the darkness of torture will be able to see sunlight again and return to their homes, so the yellow faces of their mothers would shine up!

I have a dream that we Palestinians, are allowed to speak for once to the world and to feel that there is someone there caring for us, really wants helping us..

I have dream to see the wall, a gray gloomy monster filled with hatred and injustice, falling and torn apart like a piece of cloth.

I have dream that Eilat will be Um Rashrash, Tel Aviv will be Tal El Rabi and Shkeim will be Nablus again.

My dream is large, larger than the see, beyond what the eyes can see away from mine, myself and me

I have a dream to see on TV: Palestine’s free. Palestine’s free, Palestine’s free. No long lasts a crime, Palestine will someday shine

Palestine will always remain a star

Shining up my track.

Author’s name has been withheld due to the sensitive nature of this article. Edited by: Amber Halford and Christina Saenz