Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Sincere Heart

"If a heart becomes attached to other than Allah, Allah makes him dependent on what he is attached to and he will be betrayed by it." {Ibn al-Qayyim}

No doubt at times we find it difficult to be upright and resist our bad habits. Struggle for the sake of Allah, for verily Allah will only increase you in ranks. Don’t be those who come short when Allah strikes means of hardship. Don’t be forgetful of Allah for verily His ever heedful of you.

Do the people think that they will be left to say, "We believe" and they will not be tried?” {29:2}

Many amongst us neglect the blessing of Allah for lustful desires and arrogantly fail our obligation as Muslim for worldly materials that won’t even save one from death. What good comes from this world when one abandons the speech of Allah? Verily Allah is Oft-forgiving, Most merciful.

Truly we all will be bought to account for what we did openly and secretly. Let’s not be those who gather themselves with that which Allah hates. Let’s be those who gather themselves with that which Allah loves. Let’s be a reason for good!

“What pleasure is this world when all it contains are means to taste whether you are amongst those who are grateful or ungrateful.”

It is reported that when Al-Hasan Al-Basrî was on his deathbed, some of his companions came to him and said:

O Abû Sa’îd, offer us some words you can benefit us with. He replied, “I will equip you with three words, then you must leave me to face what I am facing. Be the farthest of people from those things you have been forbidden, and be the most involved of people in the good you have been commanded to do; and know that the steps you take are two steps: a step in your favour and a step against you, so be careful where you come and where you go.”

Abû Na’yam, Hilyah Al-Awliyâ` 2:154

Ahmed Abu Mohamed
Copyright © 2013

Fingerprints

Born with a mirror , clear like crystal !
but life twists like a roller coaster !
Days crafting the features along their ways 
waving the mirror to the sun , exposing the reality 
Scratches and in between your finger prints living in harmony 
 a symphony stating that no one will end 
the journey with total purity !

we are
Humans 
Sinners
A mixture of good and evil
sometimes the title is the sorrow of our weakness
and sometimes it is the joy of our strength
but remember that those who repent 
are among the best 
and with every breath 
there is new dawn 

so my final wish for you and me 
is when the time comes
and we meet that last breath
that we will greet it with a smile
and the sacred word resting
on the tongue and the lips
La ilah ila Allah, Muhammad Rasul Alah
rest in peace !

Ismail A. Ali
Copyright © 2013

THEM IN PARLIAMENT

Daily to hear, DN reporting,
Them in Parliament, them discussing,
Their welfare,ours not considering,
Shh! they are listening, no talking,
they are reading,names no mentioning.
They campaigning with determination,
Voices raised as ifwith vision,
Reality, all but a question,
Coz, all said, ease no dedication.
They pennyless, why you millionaire,
They homeless, why you in a bungalow,
They poor, why you away for tour,
Why the inhumanity, why on earth inequality.
Why mama, no milk, can't breastfeed,
Why papa, hands swollen,can't remove weed,
Why aunty, on Tana Road, can't affordbread,
Why granny, mad at home, lonely left for the dead,
Why everyone silent, why the greed,
Why, why turn their basic into your tertiary need.
For a single reason,
Now need say my curse,
With amen in unison,
O Lord! my plea, my verse...
O Lord!, my prayer, make them shed a tear,
O Lord!, my prayer, make their bellies disfigure,
O Lord!, my prayer, deny them worldly pleasure,
For they seem not care, burnthem in hellfire.

Hudhaifah Siyad
Copyright © 2013

An Ode to my unborn daughter

It is wishful thinking on my part, 
but I pray my words are irrelevant in your times,
I pray you find them nothing more than a reflection of the yesteryears, 
nothing more than a picture of how things were in your mother's time, 
but the evident reality is, 
you too shall face the same obstacles;

You will come across men arguing, 
their feets will be firm on the ground as they face one another, 
and you my darling are the subject of their debate, 

They are fixated on the nature of your body, 
of its value in society
both belittle the essence of your humanity, 
proclaiming that you are nothing more than a sexual object, 
either to be kept in a dim room or be publicly paraded;

Dear daughter, tell them, 
God created you with far more than just physical attributes, 
tell them that you serve God 
and not the sexual fantasies of men, 
that even as you cover, 
you do so for the love of God, 
and not for men.

Abukar Mohamed
Copyright © 2013

Nimo H. Farah

Nimo H. Farah uses language to express things she finds too confusing. Part of her current undertaking is to develop her skills as an orator while blending Somali and English. She thinks herself charming and hilarious in the Somali language, often making herself laugh. But rarely does that humor translate into English. It’ll be magical when she learns to fuse the two languages together seamlessly. She currently resides in Minneapolis, Minnesota and imagines traveling to the moon or maybe Mars.

She currently resides in Minneapolis, Minnesota and imagines traveling to the moon, Mars or maybe Mogadishu. She hopes they’ll have water where ever her travels take her.

Barryck Rifki

Born in Djibouti but citizen of the world. A social media black belt, writer, poet, Motivational speaker and hip hop Choreagrapher. Pays his rent from the Marketing and Media management classes he gives at the University of Djibouti.

Jawahir Ahmed

My name is Jawahir Ahmed and I'm a senior at Utah State University. Currently, I am majoring in Health Education with an emphasis in Health Sciences, with hopes to get my masters in Health Administration. My parents are both Somali, and I was born here in the States. I work for AmeriCorps and CPASS which is a college preparation program geared toward minorities attending college. I love art, education, science, humanities and everything you could possibly imagine.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Famo A.L



Hi everyone, My name is Fadumo a.k.a Famo Ahmed. I am a Doctor currently doing postgraduate training in Pediatrics and I scribble a little occasionally

Mabsud Ali

As-Salamu-Calkeykium folks, my name is Mabsud Ali. I'm from Somalia. Born in Ethiopia. Grew up in Canada. I am a daughter, a sister, a friend and a student. I hope one day to go back home and give back to my people and country. Other than the basics, im just your average young woman living in North America, trying to figure out a way to live a balanced life between the African and Canadian culture.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Poet of the week: Hyder Noor

Would you please introduce yourself to the readers? 

Hi , erm my name is Hyder. No really it is Hyder NOOR HYDER. Its an original Somali name, it means a lion's cub. My dad believes in conserving the Somali names heritage, we shouldn't all be arabized, I quote!!! 

When did you first start writing poetry and was there any particular incidents in your life that inspired you to write?

I started reading poems when I was young. Wow I read a LOT! When kids my age were chasing skirts I was chasing me some books at the library. I got to admit what influenced me to write poetry was the author Robert Frost 'The hopeless romantic'. You will notice the tragedies in my poems sometimes all stem from his influx! Edgar allen Poe and Walt Whitman also influenced me. The first time I read 'The ballad of reading gaol' by Oscar Wilde I was sure that poems were a means for my unsocial behavior to change its course of history on paper. That poem has BLOOWN ME AWAY "Yet each man kills the thing he loves,/By each let this be heard,/Some do it with a bitter look,/Some with a flattering word,/The coward does it with a kiss,/The brave man with a swordHeavy words"

What does "being creative" mean to you?

I believe being creative means switching your phone off, going out of the house and really look at the world our Lord Allah has built and maintained. Observe the fresh air, the dazzling sun , our natural surrounding! Every sunday I had a tradition of sitting alone in Trafalgar Square with a good book and watching people pass me by, this helped me get creative. The problem with our society nowadays, is we don't appreciate THE FRIGGING WORLD!! 

What do you try to communicate with your poetry?

I communicate with myself in my poetries , its like an autobiography, my facebook is my diary per se. I write for me and no one else. Critiquing is for the narrow minded people not getting the point that maybe some things were written for them to judge. My dark beautiful fantasies belong on paper and sometimes people can come and share them. I don't really care to be honest.

Who are some of your favorite poets?

My favourite poet Robert frost FULL STOP. He's the man!!!

What does writing poetry do for you?

Writing poetry makes me feel solely alone in the universe just my pen and I on a intergalactic stellar flight through space and time continuum writing fantastic words free flowing from my lips directly blown on paper 

Anything else you would like to share? 

I would like to tell my fellow somali poets, ask not what your adopted country can do for you, ask what your natural country can do for you. Or else just tick the other option on the ethnicity survey they give on aeroplanes nowadays like i do.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Dear Somali

The beauty you hold is almost blinding

Yet all we hear about is your country fighting

We hear your unsettling crust -

Rupturing tenderly from beneath us

This war torn war lord country that has been stripped in the media

This just in two bombs have gone off in the schools cafeteria

Remember the beauty that has swept our nation, not the disruption and desiccation

See those illuminating colors in your traditional clothing

How cattle and goats stand in the streets roaming

Victimized Tranquilized Vandalized hypnotized

When will we realize?

Realize that there is hope in the eyes of our children

Realize that there is pride inside every women

How cliché is it to say that I don’t see Somalia that way

I see the modesty in the everyday mother -I see honesty in the prideful father

I see the media has portrayed you as pirates, terrorists, and divided

But I don’t see pirates, I see poets

I don’t see terrorists, I see environmentalists

We have been divided but only to be united again

Let us end the stereotypes-

Which has dragged Somalia through many fights

Where you were raised and where you were born- shouldn't matter anymore

And as K'naan said
"Until the lion learns to speak
The tales of hunting will be weak
My poetry hales within the streets
My poetry fails to be discrete
It travels across the earth and seas
From 'SOMALIA' to the West Indies
It knows no boundaries
No cheats
It studied in parts of Greece
Runtaa!
Hadii kale waxaan lahaa 
Aaheey!"

Jawahir Ahmed
Copyright © 2013

Ramadan Reminders: Poetry Edition! Day 6

   Challenge

Family that is near
Family that is far
All connected
The recipients of
Mercy and tranquility

Tick-tock
Time is nearing by
Soon, it will come to an end
And the challengers of nafs
Trumpets forward

Heralded against
The kindle of iman
Boosted through Ramadan
Testament of endurance 
To survive, to liveFor another lunar year

Anon-MN
Copyright © 2013

Ramadan Reminders: Poetry Edition! Day 4

       Fast End

I am
a lost wanderer,
not thinking
about hellfire
nor heaven.

I am
a lost wanderer,
seldom remembering,
rarely looking
for the path.

I am
 a lost wanderer,
longing
for a month
maybe longer
to give
looking
for a speed pump 
to slow me down.

I am
a lost wanderer,
with no prayer rug
ask me
to pray
 next you
help me
hang on
to my fleeting faith

I am
a lost wanderer,
thirsty
to find stillness.
My peace is hiding
 far away
 between pillows
and blankets.
My peace is dusting
 in dark closets
I once knew.

Don’t judge
my shadow.                                                    
Whisper
reminders
to my soul.

Nimo H. Farah 
Copyright © 2013

Friday, July 12, 2013

RIP to the dark chocolate

Perfection, it inspired what she wanted,  
It was all she ever wanted, Perfection,
To gain prominence, predominance, to be held in high esteem,
But her self-esteem, has it ever been redeemed?

Such a travesty, a miscarriage of justice,
The crime, the horror, can you feel her pain,
Rich and beautiful coloured skin has been maimed,
The pride of her ancestors slain,
Each generation left an imprint,
In the genome programing the tint,
A layer of protection, carefully refined,
Tested and developed under conditions so harsh,
Only the best survived,
Now she cannot survive,
She’s been besieged and her defences hammered,
Her skin now the thinnest of veneer coverings,
Barely covering the harshest of her inner turmoils,

Pressured by her peers, she was lied to,
The poor dear, her peers so insincere,
So she did what she thought was right,
It’s always mentioned that she’s so bright,
Only in the photos did she want to be bright,
So she figured it out, modern day alchemy,
She went through a mutation, colour was muted,

Beyond recognition and now lacking definition,
Now a pale imitation of its past vast potential,
Truly the largest of all organs is left a residual,
My senses tell me of a senseless destruction,
Millions upon millions destroyed, bleached away,
Skin cells, bleached, all for a misguided dream,
For if she knew, if only she knew,
That I pray, and wish that it would rain,
To both wash away her pain,
And to wash away her pain,

Abshir Bille Ahmed
Copyright © 2013

Ramadan Reminders: Poetry Edition! Day 3

    Your Mirror
The heart is like a mirror shining
It must be kept clean
So it will become blinding
Wipe the mirror with prayer
Use faith soap during every cleaning
Clean five times daily
It takes self control and dicipline 
Don'f forget or your mirror will become dirty
Full of dirt, grime, and shaitan will start coming 
Ramadan is a time to remember the cleaning
So don't forget wipe with faith and prayer 
To keep your mirror shining


Happy Ramadan!
Sindiya Darman
Copyright © 2013

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Ramadan Reminders: Poetry Edition! Day 2

    Ramadan Time

Time
We
Fast
Talk
Eat
Nap
Remember
Give
Pray
Celebrate
Time
We
Invest
Together! 

Nimo H. Farah 
Copyright © 2013

Ramadan Reminders: Poetry Edition! Day 2

 Moonwars 

With the onset of Ramadan  
  We welcomed, yet again        
 Through the never-ending-debate-of           
   Global vs. locality                
Science vs. tradition 
Driven by a vocal minority    
   Their rhetoric fully laced        
      To overcome the other team       
          And to win you over
 Community 
    Now overran by these ambient voices    
     Leaving behind           
  A separated neighbors


Anon-MN
Copyright © 2013

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Ramadan Reminders: Poetry Edition! Day 1

Water like honey
Dancing over the tongue
Thirsty souls quenched
Locked temptations
Free deliverance
Warm conversations
Long garments
Honest kisses
Tears streaming in wake
A-L-L-A-H
Another day, I repent
Blank check given in hand
Banked goodness
Scribble zeros for these moments are grand  
Quivering lips reciting dua
Light bright mosques
Illuminating inner peace
March of color varying in stance
Shoulder to shoulder
Divine equality nestled in-between
Mindful prayers extended
Men in front
Women behind
Displayed by father Adam, mimic you can
Ramadan Kareem
For this is the beginning
Seconds come
Seconds go
Relish in halal
Generosity transmitted by smiles
Rekindled kinships
Hungry mouths melt dates
Commanded by He alone
This is Ramadan
Where the damned and blessed renew faith by second chances
Days drenched in khair
You may not comprehend
30 days and 30 nights
To break habits and solidify conviction
That is all it takes
For this is Ramadan
Mystifyingly beautiful
I beg to remind you, it began

Hana Aw-Dahir
Copyright © 2013

Reflection

Echoes from history,
Shout from her skin, her blood,
Her ancestry,
M.A.C had tried to contour, that nose,
Stain those lips, straighten that hair to
Shout a different type of whisper,

Those dark rimmed lips,
Much like her mother’s,

Those eyes are a window to her grandfather’s
Whose gaze was constantly fixated on the African plains, a rich a brown colour.

Skin which show the glow of the sun,
Had once radiated on her mothers skin,
And even in a land with distant a sun
Her skin tells the world where she’s from

 She gazes into the mirror and realises
I am beautiful, held in a million hearts,
Not for magazines for all to see,

With her blue diraac, she is the Somali pearl

Her grandfather used to speak off,…
  
Hawo Sayyid
Copyright © 2013

For my sisters who are contemplating marriage

my dear sisters,
do not marry a man
who values getting married
more than he does marrying you.

if his love carries conditions,
do not break your back
trying to change
the curve of your spine.

and when you say
you are not ready,
let him leave.
if you learn he has married another,
do not be disheartened.

there are men who love the idea of marriage
more than they will ever be able to love a woman.

you are better of without them.


Farah Gabdon

A Man Without A Cause

You wonder why my eyes are beautiful
Although no one has seen the salty seas behind these eyes
Or the river damns bursting when you withhold loving
Kissing you leads you to pull away
I’m funny
Because I believe your nature is merely nurture
Abo
I know you were raised without a father
So, why do you doom me to a similar fate?
When you’re neither here nor there
My compass stagnated on the last location I felt your paternal presence
And I, a fragmented woman who knows the pattern of a cycle
Try to remove my heart for it has severed me no use
But to clean the kitchen counter to which you have requested
Do I still care?
A loaded question to which the gun seems familiar but the bullets are confusing
Once again, I have licked these salty wounds decorating my eyes
But this time my blood pressure didn't rise
It’s my human condition
Trails, tribulations and new world problems
It is what it is
And I scream these words for it has regained meaning
So, I fall back to dissociating for association is to painful
To be part of you yet removed like cancer without diagnosis
I stand behind you for being next to you would be an insult
I stand behind you for being next to you would be too painful
I stand behind you for being next to you would remind you of your father
I stand behind you for being next to you would a remarkable honor
How can I say this to you?
For words escape these immature lungs
You are a man
But what good is it being a man when being my father is all I desired 

Hana Aw-Dahir
Copyright © 2013

Somalia

The finest day has arrived
For the people of Soomaal
Our celebrated independence day
In which we happily celebrate
So please accept my request
To gather on the streets

To make the longest lines,
All facing Allah with gratitude
For I now want you to give
To hold your warm hands
Facing down with closed eyes
Sensing secure and surrounded

Feeling the blood of my brothers
Sensing the blood of my sisters
To feel I’m protected.
To feel I’m loved.
To heed in I am cared.
To a nation, people, and place

Let’s us straight up our chins
Opening our innocent mouths wide
Singing our national anthem
Till our throats desiccated
Till emotions run too high
Tears rolling down the cheeks

To pray and heal our hearts
Hugging and helping each other.
O' you my honorable youth
Hoping we make a difference.
Let's pray for our country
Let's pray for our leaders

To understand and reconcile
To sign accords of peace
The long waited unification
Let’s ask our Almighty
To forgive and bless us
Now let’s read few verses

Including the surah, Fati'ah
Acknowledging the power
Of our feeder and forgiver
And ask for help and bless
He so may bless Somalia
With peace and tranquility

Faisal Abdi