Ayman Mghamis This is my story It's a story of people deprived of their rights on their own land Their right of living freely on their country that has been taken from them And they have been deprived of their mothers With expectations of what happened and what is going to happen You can see tears are being shed for more than a thousand martyrs And today another one was martyred, but in front of me I held him with my own arms His last words followed by his last breath Asking my mother to take care of her children It was me who wiped her tears I gathered my wounds of sadness and enshrouded them; then I buried them in my heart Now January 16th has turned to be my funeral instead of my birthday Today the one who's asking for peace is abandoning his life They advised me to be patient but I have been more than that Now I have no other choice but rejecting the truce Shadia Mansour This is my message for the people of Gaza For the children of the camps For every mother and father, for all the martyrs who rest in heaven Maybe I'm far away but my heart is with Gaza I'm not living with the situation but I can feel your wounds inside, all over my own body Once a six-or-seven year old child saw what is happening to Gaza's children in the news and asked me: Why? Why are those kids not living the way I do? Why are they suffering? Why don't they have homes like me? I feel like crying I told him not to cry, I know their path is long, tough and hard But tomorrow we are going to get Gaza back We will get it back with victory and pride And I will sing again