Wednesday, November 20, 2013

I am a warrior

You fooled my heart
Never kissed my face
Never held my hand
Never looked at me with a smile
Like a mother should
Like an angel should

Without any care
Only instructions
Was what you gave me
You shoved me aside
Like a broken glass
Like I never mattered

Maybe I should never have met you
You inspected me and judged me
Like you were in a court
Like it was illegal I was alive

The scars you gave me
Comes back and tyrannize me
Snatching the little happiness I get
Like I don’t deserve to be here
Like I don’t deserve to be loved

Trying to forget but
You pull me down
And make kneel
Like I am wicked
Like I am vicious

Tired of you scaring me
Tired of you catching up with me
You only let me down
Won’t allow me to move on

I will fight back
I will fight with the darkness
Like I have never been hurt
Like I have never been broken
Like I have never been wounded
I am a warrior

Nasteha Liban
Copyright © 2013

DALSAN

Dalsan ciidaydiyeey
Naftaa kugu diirsatoo
Dareenkaad wehel utahay
Waxaa kugu dega qalbiga
Waxaa deeqdaa indhaha
Dalaan dhinacaaga dhigo
Miyuu dunidaba jiraa
Dantaa iga kaa wade
Markii dumarkiyo caruurtii
Xamdaay duqaydii laxaaqay
Sokeeyihii uu is dilay
Walaalihii deris ahaa
Dabkii kala qaadan baa
Ayaan dalway oo hurdada
Dawaali maseexdo aan
Dal dheeroow laguma dego
Maxaan dibadeey kunacay
Maxaa dhaqan dooris yaal
Maxaad dhalintii dulmiday
Maxaad wiil door ahaa
Diintiisu islaam ahayd
Wax daran aad u hor kacdoo
Surwaal dabadii ka dhacay iyo
Badhkood timihii dabteen
Hubaal dumar shaabeheen
Maxaad inan door ahayd
Edebta daw looga dhigay
Surwaal daba dhuuban iyo
Wax daran aad u horkacdoo
Jidhkeedii debecsanaa
Xubnihii uu daayin yidh
Ded oo qari yaan la’arag
Intii laga deyrey iyo
Ragoo dhami daawadaan


Fatha S Colujoog


Copyright © 2013

Fire from Dry Grass

Should I blame the mothers,
or the villagers who did not sing?
Who did not light a bonfire from dry grass
or roast meat in my name?
They only sing songs when boys are born
and like a straight arrow to an enemy’s chest
boys bring freedom.
To the people of my village a boy completes a half empty home
but a girl is pain, born from a man’s crooked rib.
So I was welcomed with silence.

Nimo H. Farah 
Copyright © 2013

Solace Of The Heart

The answer to all the things I was seeking, once the realisation of a good woman’s worth had set in. You walked patiently into my life when I couldn’t be with just any body for the sake of just having somebody.

When it came to love things never seemed to go my way, so I sat in waiting for something different, something just a little more. I wasn’t going to make the same mistakes as before. Smiles, tears and goodbyes, they could do nothing about the emptiness in my eyes.

In the oceans of love there are realities and fantasies. I knew you were the one heaven meant for me, you merged the two and turned my life into a beautiful melody.

From me you can never expect a hurtful hand. Someone who is too ignorant to understand what it means to be a real man. I thank you for giving me the opportunity to be the one who gives you protection.

You placed your heart in my possession to keep. From that day you became the centre of every single thought every single heart beat. In your words I found trust, in your eyes I saw my future.

Through your love and affection my maker gave me a beautiful baby daughter. You laugh at me as I talk to her. Saying how envious I am of her, now that I have to share the love of her mother.

Time has intertwined our fate. You saved me from a world of hate and dishonesty. It doesn’t matter what life throws at me. Solace of the heart you give me every time your lips part.

Wisdom and beauty, nothing compares. You’re like a treasure that keeps on giving, like the heavens have seven layers. Would I be wrong to say god completed the blessings meant for me. That day you walked into my life, Allah knows how hard it is to be my wife.

You believe in my quests, for some reason I am chasing the world’s problems. Never a word of discouragement, strategy and compassion everyday she teaches me a new lesson.

If there is anything or anyone I should be thankful for, it’s you. You bring intelligence infused with elegance into my rugged world. 

With you by my side the load is never too heavy.Your beauty enchants me every sunrise, every sunset and in between every second of every moment. My appreciation for you goes beyond mere words, it’s deeply heartfelt.     

Hamza Egal © copyright2013 all rights reserved.  

Life is Poetry

Life is poetry -
poetry is you and me.
Written, hidden in my chest,
inhaled, exhaled, you witnessed,
lived countless breaths, amazed
you turn back, embraced
by a remembrance.
You take a step, a verse
left behind by your footprints.
Imprints of the past,thoughts and emotions flow
with time hand in hand.
At times you felt weak,
at times you felt strong,
at times you felt lonely,
not ready for the journey.
Every moment made you wiser,
you rise and appreciate every single word.
Grateful, that life is a masterpiece.
It is poetry,
poetry is you and me -h
oping to sign it one day
with لا إله إلا الله.

Pen 'N' Paper
Copyright © 2013

Poet of the Week: Arwa Abdulkadir Mohamud

Would you please introduce yourself to the readers?

Salam Everyone, I'm Arwa, Carwo or Caraweelo as some jokingly call me. I'm a 20 year old medical student, born & raised in Germany. 

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

Writing has always been my primary form of expression. I find it easier to express myself on paper than verbally. There hasn't been one, big defining moment that inspired me to start writing but more like a journey in which I evolved. My father is a writer and he's always been an inspiring influence. 

What does "being creative" mean to you?

Creativity is something that means something different to every individual. You can be creative in writing something original which stems from your personal beliefs or you could alter someone else's work and create something that in your own eyes is just as beautiful.

What do you try to communicate with your poetry?

Most of the poems I share with others contain a message. It may be about something contemporary, an emotion or an experience people can relate to. That's one of the reason I like sharing my poems with fellow Somalis, we all share a history and we can all relate in so many ways that it's easy to get a point across. 

What do you do when you go into a dry spell of some sort or how do you write another piece when you have been away from it for some time? Do you sit and think through every word of every stanza or do you just write freely and allow the words to flow?

I find it hard to get back to a piece once I've been interrupted. I don't over think when I write, I just write to the rhythm of my own beat. I get lost in it. So yes, in other words I just allow the words to flow. It feels more genuine that way. Sometimes when I'm done with a poem and I read it, I cry, because it is the sincerest and most honest I am with myself and others. 

Who are some of your favorite poets?

I have favorite poems but only two favorite poets. One is my father. And one everyone here should know, Mr. Hamza Egal. He is an inspiration and a role model. I absolutely adore his writings. 

What advice do you have for aspiring poets? Any word of advice for closet poets?

Share your poetry. Grow as a writer. Touch people's hearts. It is an incredible feeling knowing you've moved somebody with the message in your words. 

What does writing poetry do for you?

To me there's nothing more soothing than a blank page. When I start writing I feel like I can do anything. And so just for a few minutes, more often hours I can change the world with my pen. 

Anything else you would like to share?

Yes, in fact I would. I would like to thank STNP for giving Somali writers such a supportive platform to share their work. My first poem on STNP was published in 2010 and ever since I've only felt encouraged to continue writing. Thank you!