Why We Made This

I wrote this book with tears in my eyes.
For every child who’s ever asked,
“Mama, what is Palestine?”
and for every parent who’s searched for the right words.

I wrote it because the world shows our children bombs and rubble—
but I wanted them to see olive trees and dignity.
To know that resistance isn’t always loud.
Sometimes, it’s quiet. Gentle.
Like a girl who won’t let go of what’s right.

I wrote this for the kids who carry a homeland they’ve never seen.
For the ones who inherit heartbreak and still choose hope.
For the ones who whisper truths they’re told not to say—
not with anger, but with love.

This isn’t just a story.
It’s a seed.
And if it reaches the right hearts,
maybe it can grow into something beautiful.