Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Wrong Tribe

My mother only nursed  me twice
and after that, it was a goodbye
on her way to muqdisho shop 
few men with weapons asked her to stop
they wanted to know which tribe she was from
when she told them, they said you can go now
the men looked at each other with an evil smile
and my poor mom, felt helpless and cried 
she said dont kill me, I got a new born child. 
but they said, sorry but your tribe must die
they killed her by shotting her on the chest 3times
I lost my mother, because she was from the "wrong" tribe.

Najax Cabdulahi Sarsarey
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