Somalia was where I was born but never had the chance to live and experience the good life due to the circumstances which were caused by the war. Sometimes I have a lot of questions trigger my confused mind and I wonder why there is a war to begin with, I mean who are we fighting against?
I do not see no enemies nor evil but what we have caused upon ourselves. Why are we defined as enemies when all we are doing is killing or injuring one of our own?
Does this even make sense to you at all, we are at war fighting against each other when we should unite and become one.
What is the purpose of this hatred? or do we just leave it with a question mark and never find an answer for it.
How many innocent people have lost their lives, homes, raped and abused. How do you describe such hatred and pain?
So I ask you the reader, who is this oblivious war against? Or do we just leave a blank page with question that is left unanswered ?
Does the killing and abusing of our own people happen without a given reason?. If we cannot sort our differences and problems together as one, how could we so much as gasp and claim our nation to be a great nation.
In my own words I would define a nation as a country that stands for being “Together” as one.
Why are we killing those innocent people? Why are we breaking hearts which are already lonely and are in need of a mending? Why are we abusing our children? .
How can we teach them to kill someone who already lacks hope? How could those killers say that they are Muslims, when they kill innocent lives?
They kill many innocent hearts and yet still they'd be the first in the Mosque, how could they face God; don’t they feel powerless and ashamed.
How could they ask forgiveness from Allah when the ones that they may have killed were crying for mercy.
What is it that they may have done that is so bad to lead to them getting killed, raped, burnt and abused. We have killed so many of our own innocent brother and sisters, for doing “nothing.”
What can we do to help those people as we see them weeping help, watch them cry out for our support and help but what we do is we feel sorry for them for a couple of days and then move on with our lives as if nothing ever happened.
Imagine if that was your mother who was getting hurt. Imagine that was your sister who was getting raped. Imagine it was your father getting abused. Imagine it was your little brother crying alone everyday in the darkness were you can sometimes see his sorrow but you cannot feel his pain.
Could you imagine for even one second the state of mind they are in and what they face everyday?
Those people who are getting killed still have life and are drowning in their hopes for better days and with our hands opened wide we could support them immensely and make a change and life difference. Wouldn’t you feel ashamed of yourself if you were watching your brothers and sisters dying without a purpose.
How would we be able to even call ourselves 'a Muslim' when we see the problem arising and do nothing! How do we face our creature, God. We should be ashamed of ourselves as we are we claim to be one nation and instead of giving a helping hand we seem to be constantly running away from a problem that is ours as well.
What are the so called presidents doing to make an immense change in lives ? or is he in it to busy trying to make easy access to money and fame.
Perhaps is time we should stand up and make a change and step by step we will one day get there.
below is a quote by a famous and world widely known artist Tupac Shakur.
“Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side Some where inside my childhood witnessed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be through the misery That can't get past the hard times Made a true friend afraid to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see”. “If we are a nation that divides into tribes, where do we stand for better days?”
I remember once I was working in a school which had couple of Somali kids. There was this particular Somalia girl in the class, the teacher was asking these kids about where they came from, when it came to the Somali girl she exclaimed ‘I was born in Holland and raised there, so I wouldn’t know what Somalia is about’.
After the class I asked the girl why she said what she has said and she replied ‘who knows about Somalia? People know we are refuges all over the world, its shame to be Somalian’.
I understood what exactly she meant, I think you can understand too… For once we should think of the situation that is at stake in our country, I’m sure a lot of questions trigger our minds but we refuse to have that thoughts, instead we put in our minds that we live a good life not using your heart for the actual purpose it is there for to begin with.
Tell me is this really a good life?
“In the name of Allah the most beneficent, the most merciful” O Allah, we want your help against them and seek your protection against their atrocities. For they are weak before you, O mighty, O powerful. O Allah, you are our helper, and you our victor and you are sufficient for us, and the best guardian. O Allah! Give us in this world that which is good and in the hereafter that which is good, and save us from the torment of the fire! O Allah! Forgive me and my parents, and (all) the believers on the day of when the reckoning will be established.
I have asked people this question, why is there a war? most say “I don’t know’ and same say ‘it’s because of the tribes and how people are segregated.” People must always keep in mind know matter what tribe, colour and our status may be we must always keep in mind each and everyday that we all belong to Allah! And we too will one day meet our creature but until then people should try and make some amendments because you truly don’t know what a helping hand can do until you have tried. Give a moment of silence to all the Muslims that are all around the world whom are suffering, dying and crying and living without any hope for a tomorrow…
Ahmeddey Maba Shiixaayo
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