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"Even the Olive Tree Weeps" by Ayaana Rahman

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January 15th, 2026

Young Poets 13 to 15 Contest #1 – First Place

Even the Olive Tree Weeps

by Ayaana Rahman

The children of soldiers, ordinary women lie in dust
The rubble that crushed their dreams
The swords that are now consumed by rust
The heart that skips a beat, 
The fear that made them lose their sleep
Because even the olive tree weeps.

Noor will braid jasmine in the smoke, so the children will remember flowers,
Omar, whose kites flew higher than checkpoints allowed
Mariam held the branch, she held it steady
The tree weeps, and the land listens 
Mother, I am the olive seed you planted in your prayer.
They said our birthright to breathe is not ours to keep,
But they don't know, even the olive tree weeps.

Bring them home, bring them home.
Our sons named Nidal, our daughters named Lina 
We'll keep the lantern lit, keep eyes on the invaders 
Listen to the silence of children 
Look for our mothers
They took them away from our tree, 
And left the olive tree to weep.

Now all lie in white bedsheets,
Alarms and voices all around 
Bombs and guns going off outside the hospitals,
Go save the other children, said the daughter of Hasan 
The last lullaby was heard, but they still said
I will grow mother, even here, even now. I will grow, said the son of Amal.
Keep the flag high, make the tree proud
Mother, get some sleep,
And now don't ever let the olive tree weep.

Author note: This poem is inspired by stories of Palestine and the endurance
of its people.


About the Poet
Ayaana Rahman resides in Prayagraj, Uttar Pradesh, India.
Read the poet's biography and Young Poets World publications on Ayaana Rahman's Artist Page.

Young Poets Collection
This poem is also featured in Young Poets Collection #1, published in the Young Poets World Library.

Keywords: Palestine, children, women, sorrow

Previously published in Young Poets 13 to 15:
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by Vladyslava Manuilenko

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