المجلس الفلسطيني لكتب اليافعين

Rania Khaled Al Zaanin I like Gaza and its streets and houses I don’t know why… I am not a child looking for a game to entertain her childhood. Not a teenager who explodes in the first revolution of her feeling... not someone mad with no mind... not...

Riham Wassif Al Zaanin I would get scared and confused when I hear a sudden loud voice like that of a sneeze or a door or screaming and the most thing that paralyses me is the sound of a shell, and unfortunately for me our house is close to the borde...

Hanan Abu Loli 12 years I share my friend Amal in the brown wooden seat behind in the class, I am always before her in sitting next to the blue window which gives a view of the school square, I like sitting next to the window, my friend tried once to...

Ammar Hassan el Hissi 12 years Inside the grove of my grandfather everything is pretty, the open roses with their red and white colors under the olive trees and pomegranate, as if it is a beautiful piece of art, also inside this grove there is a tree...

Khitam Muhammad el Hissi 11 years My grandfather spends most of his time in the orange grove, watering the trees every morning and caring for it all the time. At noon my grandmother finishes preparing lunch, and puts it in the lunchbox, and tells us:...

They arrange competitions about peace No green olive branch in my country and no pigeons Our stories have many tears And our life is hanged to their rifles We desire death as a way to life So please tell me where is this Peace?

By Samar Mohammad She is a mother of this universe A strong mother like an enduring olive A mother who brings up men who build generations She raises the flag of freedom She faces bullets, tanks, and aggression In a night which has become a title for...

By Samar Yehia Mohammad Someday I will write on the forehead of life that it tried many times to steal my ambitions, my passion, my hope, it did not succeed because my insistence was greater the strength inside me was stronger than defeats and barrie...

By Simar Mohammad (15 years) In the curves of this universe a woman exists with pain in her soul And on her heart a lot of scars And in the darkness of the night she cries her share from the world And in the coldness of the winter she calls her God S...

Until when will ye conscience remain asleep Till when will you stay lost in your dreams Until when will the poor complain his hunger to his God Until when will the orphan roam a street And not find a shelter Until when will Jerusalem remain crying He...