Do I know you Mother..?'

"Most of us believe it's time to say Mom I love you..

''Many of us think that this is the way we can pay back what she has done..

-But how come when..:-

"She prayed to keep us alive inside a warm cave passing each month..

"She told us to keep away from people belying the world..

''Since the moment we came till the last shock of her own last breath..

''Her trust, her love, her eyes, her heart were a gift for us..

''We meant EVERYTHING for her even if she had nothing..

''A girl she was and now the amazing part of us.

''Our tears drives her around like a crazy woman trying to find the brakes of our obsession..

''No wonder diamonds are rear and high-rated jewelry..

''She knows the buried facts were people can write an essay about..

''She is the one saving dignity, always sacrificing with our misery..

''No creature can replace her but what did we gave her..?

'A day to justify her memoirs..?

'New house to exchange her neighbors..?

'Last month salary to re-sign her voucher..

''Trip to Makkah where she asks Allah to protect us with all His Mercy..

''Reciting the Quran as she frightfully hopes to be a witness for our obligatory..

''Shared our meal together like old times next to her stomach..

''Wiped her shiny tear scrolling down the cheek we used to smack with soft,little bubbled lips..

''Hold her hand to walk beside us not being embarrassed of our age..

''Making her successful by proving she invented LOVE..

''Let her leave life with us as a sample to duplicate..

''Wish we could find more for her treasure under her feet..

''Live for Mom today or forever dazzle her treat..

Much love, respect and duaa's for all the Momma's ♥

Yassie.Mohamed

Copyright © 2011

She was a sister

They dared me to give her the number..

Sweared that she's some kinda girl with no manner..

She was a Sister..

Blessed ,well behaved daughter..

All that she did was she didn't bother..

Her innocent heart made her one of a kind..

Her beauty had me absolutly blind..

They dared me and I did it..

They fooled me and I admit it..

Now I lost her, completely lost her..

She was the only one for me and all I brought her was a tear..

I love her but it was just a dare..

She asked me if I was the shelter..

Maashallah all she named me was a brother..

How can I forgive myself..I know she won't..

I killed her once..

Now I won't stand a chance..

She amazed me with her softy words..

Her character saved her from these lusty nerds..

Why did she believed I was the best..?

Sometimes I just wonder why did she gave me her trust..

She thought I deserve it..

She thought I would earn it..

So sad i'm straight from the street..

I have some players to compete..

Play the game and share it with the fellow fools..

That was all the rules..

But why the Sister, why this innocent soul..

Against these fools out of control..

I loved her ,kissed her and now I miss her..

I can't take her back guess it's all over..

Hope she knows i'm changed now..

All I wish for is to knock her door if her dad would allow..

Her father hates me..

The anger in his eyes is enough to suffocate me..

I wish I treated her like a lady..

Like a father with his baby..

To ruin her was the order..

They destroyed my chance for a wife, my only lover..

I know I lost opportunity..

I failed to keep the real definition of "Beauty..

But she changed me to a better person..

Her existence was my lesson..

Alhamdulilaah

( Inspired from a true story)

Yassie.Mohamed

Copyright © 2011

Group Poem 16 (ekphrasis): Who's looking for peace ..?

I'm  not looking for Peace ...

Sadly Peace is not looking for us..

Peace is something we make in process..

Not by standing still and looking at this indescribable mess..

What will you do ..?

What can you do...?

Am I allowed to do..?

How is that possible to do...?

What hold us back is not the situation..

It's our own daily discrimination...

Our children harmed from education..

Our own blooded ,failed Nation..

Our future based on present information..

Yes, it's we, he,she and me..

Who are we looking at..?

Who are we waiting for ..?

Who is responsible..?

Who can grab the challenge..?

It's we ,he, she and me ..

The New Generation living in an open sea..

Can we do it ..?

Can we take it ..?

As far as I know we've got nothing to loose..

I can speak up today or forever burn in silence..

All we have to do is meet, gather and listen...

Think together as One and spread the words given..

I'm not calling for Peace..

It will sure find it's way to cure our disease..

Turning our back to eachother won't help...

I need your hand ,You need mine to make justice and wealth..

Let's focus on "Who needs me" ..instead of "Whatever it will be"...

Step by step we're gonna control..

Day by Day we'll get the chance to reach our goal..

With a little Positive day I can show you that we can..

We have alot of young , proud and educated man & woman willing to do whatever they can... 

I'm a woman in the future becoming a Mother(inshallah)..

I'm unable to grab a gun and shoot my own blood brother..

I can't solve things with violence or blaming..

The only thing I can do is to help the victims..

Talk to my Eedo's ,Adeer and my Somali sisters..

We need to solve every little thing..

We need to erase all the negativity as a main thing...

Create positivity and let's see how hope can join our list..

Cuz we all know it's there near us so let's show it exist's..

We have Xisbiga Hanoolaato who promote the idea of being Qaraabo..

Silent Cry still fighting for dhibka ha dhamaato..

S.A.V.E Somali Awareness through Volunteering and Education..

WakeUp Somalia young, brave students who comprehend they have a mission...

So tell me what hold us behind..

After all this now what's on your mind ..??

Let's think as One ,gather as One to make our problems solved as One!!

Words won't do but acts makes it done !..

This year ,the next year ,the year after it..

Inshallah I will always stay an optimist..

And for hope I will always insist..:)

Happy 2011 ..

Sanad wanaagsan oo wacan..

wa kul aam wa intum bikheyr ...:)

Yassie

Copyright © 2010

Ramadan Challenge: @2 Yassie

{ May the peace , blessings and Mercy of Allah be with you all...}{ الـــــــــــــــسلاااام عليكم ورحمــــــة اللـــه وبركاته للــــجمييع }

Ramadan 2010

Finally our beloved month came along...

Exactly while it hasn't been so long...

We were still counting months ,and it arrived in days...

Ramadan ,The beautiful month where I finally understand what the Adhaan means...

The warmth of Mercy that streams through me when I compare myself with the poor who's forced to skip his daily meals...

Thanks to Allah The-All-Merciful who has His eyes on the weak and the strong..

The rich and poor, the old and the young...

Fasting during daylight made us all feel in harmony...

Enemy's reconcile without any assignments or in the same old violent melody..

Each Muslim automatically becomes benevolent to no matter whom it is...

Hearts provide the source of inner peace..

Alhamdullilaah...

Ramadan the month of forgiveness..

Freedom...

Happiness..

Peace...

Faith.

Repentance..

Blessings..

But wait..

Ya Umati Muhammed( p.b.u.h) how's Ramadan 2010 ??

Who's fasting and who can't ?

Who's dying and who planned ?

Who has never prayed and who seeked for the Forgiver and Hider of Faults ?

Who killed and who's ready for his results ?

Ya Umati Muhammed(p.b.u.h) how's Ramadan 2010 ?

Allah The All-Compassionate...

The Inspirer of Faith...

Allah The Guide to Repentance...

The Forgiving to all your sins...

Obsessions of a hypocrite that fast with his bomb ready to blow up every innocent step..

Money that made a rich man desire a whole nation to be vanished and in bloodshed...

Compare it with a poor and weak man gathering his strength to be thankfull to The Rewarder of Thankfulness..

The power to pray along with the Imam is his ultimate bless...

If you never fast here's your chance...

If you never prayed start with the Morning prayer..

If your book is full with bad deeds repent now..

If you hate someone forgive him...

Ramadan is not about food...

Ramadan is to find a way to the Straight Path..

Ramadan is to finally read the Qoran or to listen..

While never giving a chance to be close to Allah The Responder to Prayer..

Allahu Akbar Ya umati Muhammed (p.b.u.h) !!

Let us gather our duaa's beneath the Throne of The All-Compassionate...

And pray together to let those see that Islam is peace with or without our Holy month of Ramadan..

Our Lord! Let not our hearts deviate (from the truth) after You have guided us, and grant us mercy from You. Truly, You are the Bestower." (3/8

Our Lord! Put not on us a burden greater than we have strength to bear. Pardon us and grant us Forgiveness. Have mercy on us. You are our Maula (Patron, Supporter and Protector, etc.) and give us victory over the disbelieving people." (2/286

Our Lord! Pour forth on us patience and make us victorious over the disbelieving people." (2/250

Our Lord! 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!" (2/201..

Ameeeeeeeeeeeeeen !!!!!!

Yassie

Copyright © 2010

Ramadan Challenge: #1 Yassie "Tears of the Imam"

"Tears of the Imam"

The 6th day of Ramadan..

and I do my daily stuff ...

Ramadan is the month were everyone gets busy...

Cooking, Eating, some reading the quran, some a bit lazy..

The problem is Ramadan is the month were you can start all over again..

And doing things that are usually forgotten with support of the Shaytaan..

The 6th day of Ramadan....

and I do my daily stuff...

Yesterday I stayed at home...

and the day before as-well...

A few minutes walking to the masjid made me lazy to be wet...

44 degrees and the sun had left...

What if we would fast from dawn to dusk..

Running away from heat but how about Hell-fire when it burns each tuft...

The 6th day of Ramadan...

And I still do my daily stuff...

After a long fight with myself about how hot it is outside...

I heard the athaan thrilling in my ears, that means I lost that fight...

Finally arrived alhamdullilah ,eventho I missed Isha-prayer...

Prayed as I was done minutes before the Taraweeh prayers...

Watched the clock ,standed up and said Allahu-Akbar with the Imam...

Eyes focused on the floor with alot of stuff illusioning in front of me..I know it's haraam...

The Imam recite's the quran slowly untill he reaches to these verses..

45. "Those who would hinder (men) from the path of Allah and would seek in it something crooked: they were those who denied the Hereafter."

46. Between them shall be a veil, and on the heights will be men who would know every one by his marks: they will call out to the Companions of the Garden, "peace on you": they will not have entered, but they will have an assurance (thereof).

47. When their eyes shall be turned towards the Companions of the Fire, they will say: "Our Lord! send us not to the company of the wrong-doers."

48. The men on the heights will call to certain men whom they will know from their marks, saying: "Of what profit to you were your hoards and your arrogant ways?

49. "Behold! are these not the men whom you swore that Allah with His Mercy would never bless? Enter ye the Garden: no fear shall be on you, nor shall ye grieve."

50. The Companions of the Fire will call to the Companions of the Garden: "Pour down to us water or anything that Allah doth provide for your sustenance." They will say: "Both these things hath Allah forbidden to those who rejected Him."

What happened....?

The Imam burst in tears and with a feared voice he keeps reciting..

I closed my eyes flashing those verses again in my mind...

Tears just rolled down more and more each time I hear his voice...

Why that ...?

The Imam and women around me each with another book of deeds..

But me listening to those verses and thinking would I be rejected with my hoards ??

Would I be with the Companions of the Garden ?

When my book is closed will I be forgiven or forgotten ?

Allahu Akbar...

The 6th of Ramadan...

And now I remember my daily stuff..

Yassie

Copyright © 2010



{Group poem 10 Part 3} Somalia's 50th Independence Day

That’s you and me…

Not a prisoner in an open sea…

Since the day we’ve been born and we still live in this torn…

We gave up our Home for disaster’s to perform…

We’ve decided to leave and walk to another land…

We’ve grabbed and seeked for a foreign hand…

More then 20 years and still we’re not relieved…

We wake up everyday with headlines received…

Blood spilled around caused by bullets which are still refilled…

Pictures of terror, victims and orphans beside borders build…

We’re just like them in pain and harm ...

Imagine that victim who lost his arm..

We keep complaining about nothing..

While they need something ...

Something that relieves them from pain and tense..

They seek rest, peace and difference ...

Safety allows it ....

Faith represents it ...

Nobody is welcome in another ground...

So why acting like you ‘re highly crowned...

You will always remain what you are ...

Even if your miles away far..

Whatever is happening or whatever is done..

If you keep standing ..You will see none..

They will never stop ...

Fair will never end and guns will never drop..

Time is running fast ..

Every second counts Future and has left Past..

A new generation...

That’s you and me...

Not prisoners in their own red sea...

Don't wait for conflicts to end...

Keep searching for Hope to land...

Discuss with your neighbour or your friend..

Solutions will never come unless you think right for it...

Take your chances to submit...

We hear lost, violence or silent cry...

What we all do is to listen to how those dye..

A new generation...

That is you and me...

Not a prisoner in a vanished sea...

You have the strength...the ability...

Give answers with all the possibility...

Gather your mother, your aunt or people from another clan...

Change opens in a small box with a plan...

We just need to show it can...

Throw out your voice and spit out those rocks...

Ever since we’ve born it's all about who and that...

I'm not responsible for your faults or who was bad..

I have studied and that says enough...

I'll use it for a take off...

Even how simple it is ...

As long as I am doing something we miss...

It will be useful for Change to succeed ...

And for a Nation to complete...

A new generation ...

That's you and me...

Not the prisoners in that bloody sea...

Now we want every Youth to repeat…

Hooyo I’ll make you proud…

Home I’ll speak out loud …

Children forget our doubt…

I don’t care anymore who’s got killed or who respond..

Whether it’s my uncle ,my brother or my aunt..

The mission is where do I stand and how will I pronounce…

That’s the way the Horn of Africa will be World-wide crowned…

There is no more view left to be right-back bounced…

It’s up to me to let it out and announce..

And I’m speaking to all Youth around…

Across all borders even back Home on each ground…

We will be One voice, on One mission ready to be found…

I’ll carry on the name Somali with a crown…

The new generation …

That’s who we are …

The white prisoners in the blue sea…

So start and please let it be …


Yassie
Copyright © 2010

p.s. I'm just a dreamer in all those conflicts while some think we aint got no hope for the Horn of Africa ...I wish and pray all Somali-youth around the world understand that not only you are hurt but the one who's in all that's happening is counting on "The new generation" just like 50 years ago Heroes who stood up for our rights ......YOUTH IS THE SOLUTION BUT PLEASE GUIDE INSTEAD OFF IGNORING
I believe in HOPE in the neariest future ...if you don't then let me do my thing as a true Somali

"In the 10th of June"

"There was a time in year 2010....
"Billions stand, hold and waved....
"In the 10th of June ....
"There was a moment....
"Out of darkness a flag was raised....
"Raised in front of countless eyes without being hide...
"The blue flag held up high with power, freedom and enormous pride....
"In the 10th of June....
"There was a moment....
"The clock stopped ....
"A measure of thousands high jumped...
"Heartbeats got faster, breath was taken away...
"The most beautiful flags were flying on a marvelous , beautiful day ....
"With all those colourful flags...
"Most of them were prominent, some kept in bags.....
"Between them this one was all the highest...
"A little weird to the rest, but sure the best of the best....
"Hold and waved by a friend...
"Who closed his eyes hoping for a country that he represent...
"Children, mothers, politicians and even a refugee....
"Were overwhelmed with joy and happiness as they pray to let it be....
"In the 10th of June.....
"There was a moment....
"We may forget for seconds the conflicts that we have back home....
"But in South Africa on the 10th of June it was more like a miracle to some...
"It's impossible to forget this day....
"Exactly after 9 days ending May...
"Raise your flag no matter what, was that day the motto...
"Don't bother what they will say about it , just raise it with all your macho...
"In a picture of honor and hope...
"And pray...pray...pray for a day that billions hold up the same flag...
"Like K'naan on the 10th of June with the blue Somali flag....
"Shining in a remarkable history....
"Hoping to be remembered in a future story...
"In the 10th of June .....

My heart has a mouth
Yassie
Copyright © 2010