Truth be told

Bismillah.


If light were to be shone upon my life,
my humanly blemishes would intervene.
Flourishing into a sequence..
My need to justify
has been defeated.
Demolishing the little bits of reason
for why I haven’t succeeded.
I’ve put my soul out for auction;
the sheyateen made a bid…
succeeded.
Left in the depths of my own pool
of mental tribulations,
I drown.
My body is solely being immersed
into the tears
of uncertainty.
Decaying with humility,
My longing for what this
Duniya holds seems to
be losing its essence
alongside everything else
we’ve ever known.
The reciprocity of our love is tarnishing.
The sheer ignorance of our knowing
yet ignoring is weakening our faith,
and defeating the reason of our existence.
We often promise ourselves to
turn to our creator...
Sometime before judgment day,
but after the death of our kin.
And so we procrastinate
until we are resurrected
In the state in which we have
demised in. I find it
absurd yet insanely true that
We refuse to accept that
in which we’ve been told
until we notice it for ourselves.
Kinda like, being heart broken
by the mere thought of "him leaving you",
knowing that it’d happen... but
subconsciously, you store that thought
for some other time to ponder on
until it’s been re-born, and it
finally happens.
How can I possibly pass my exam,
when I’ve barely studied?
How can I possibly face my Lord,
when I barely know?
How can I justify my actions,
when actions are but by intention?
How can I love my creator,
without pondering over his creation?

Ifrah Hussien
Copyright © 2010

Somalia is my LAND

Editor's note: Without doubt, North Somalia deserves to be praised for achieving stability in that region. No person from Somalia (be it east, west, north or south) should have anything negative to say to that. However, the division and the call for two state solution is unnecessary and in my humble opinion wrong. Somaliland is the land of Somalis and we should all be united and work towards building a better Somalia, a better government, a better place for our elders to live and our young to succeed. A place we can all call our land. Rather than working for the betterment of MY qabil and YOUR qabil! Somalia is my land and I'm proud of it.

My country is a scattered vicinity. Its state of mind, speaking on its behalf, is not at peace. In the continuance of my mental journey, through the essence of essence itself, I’ve been blasted with a muskets bullet. I’m having trouble depicting the beauty of my land, because my land has been disjointed into several different sectors, and I’ve fallen astray of Somalia’s actuality. My mind is roaming the blank pictures, and it’s flipping through the slides of nothingness; my country is solely losing its stamina. I need you. I need you like my soul needs its physicality, like the depth of my longing needs it’s needs, like my prodigy-like brain needs it’s structure. I need you. The white man asked me my ethnicity, and without hesitation, my lips created a hollow frame, and my tongue assisted my words and I immediately said, “Somalia”. Right after his final words, after completing my sentence, I lost it. The mind-boggling words, the erratic things he said, I couldn’t believe it. I asked myself if the beauty of my land has lost it’s meaning, or if I was just in a state of abnormality. I smiled while re-winding myself back to his question. I smiled because I know there’s only one beautiful place which I belong to, and I smiled because Somalia is MY LAND . The question. It’s replaying itself over, and over, and over again. He asked me if I was from Somalia or Somaliland. Is this what the world has come to? Has this absurd controversy come so far, that even the outsiders no longer know what to believe in? And that’s when I smiled merrily and said “Somalia is MY land”.

Ifrah Hussein
Copyright ©2009