Monday, March 11, 2013

Poet of the week (POW): Abadir Hashi



you please introduce yourself to the readers?

My name is Abadir Hashi, I have been writing poetry for a year and a half now. As well as a poet, I’m also a designer and an artist. I’m now 18 years old, currently living in London-England. I was born in Somalia and came to the UK when I was 7. I gave been fortunate enough to visit my motherland twice in my life. The first time in 2006 and the second time in 2011; this is the reason why I particularly write about Somalia and its struggles. I want to become an Architect one day and hopefully restore Somalia to its full beauty. 

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

First I wrote poetry was when I was in year 10. It was for a ‘Speaking and Listening Assessment’ and I chose to write and perform a poetry unlike everyone one else who did a presentation. I never knew I was capable of writing poetry but since art come naturally to me, it wasn’t hard to transition my talent into words. I also began to listen to multiple YouTube clips of poets found on ‘Def Poetry Jam’ and ‘Brave new Voices.

What does "being creative" mean to you?

For me, being creative means you have absolute freedom to express what you think without any boundaries. You are free to use words, art and other forms of expression to voice your message. Being creative is also being able to be inspired – creativity can do so much but once you’re inspired, you are driven to finish it to the end.

What do you try to communicate with your poetry?

My poetry is my vessel for a brighter future. Knives and bullets can hurt you but words run deeper, it’s a force to be reckoned with and a beckon of hope. My poetry, art and designs are not there to be seen but to be felt, they are my cannonball to spread peace, happiness and faith to the ears that stand before me. 

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

The best way, for me, to get back into writing is to do ‘free writing’. It means you have to write whatever comes to mind in a short space of time between 5-10mins. You should never lift your pen from the page until the time is up. You can also have words that someone shouts out to you randomly whilst you write.
What this allows you to do is to have raw material that you can change later and make it sound fancy. Ultimately this ‘free writing’ would give you a backbone of some sort so that you can fall back to. Surprisingly, the best lines and stanzas are sometimes accidental – so don’t make your poetry seem such a hassle; have fun and enjoy it. 

Do you sit and think through every word of every stanza or do you just write freely and allow the words to flow?

I love to write whilst travelling on the bus or the underground. I hardly ever sit down silently and write; I like the loud and busy environments that would let my mind run wild. Also, I usually write freely to let the words flow and experiment with them.

Who are some of your favorite poets?

I get inspiration from all types of poets, combination of classical poets: Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats, Frost, DH Lawrence, Blake, Shakespeare, etc. To more current faces you would see in ‘Def poetry jam’ and ‘Brave new Voices’

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

If you’re not sure about poetry or feel not confident enough to share yours; I would greatly suggest going to open mic nights and spoken word competitions to get inspiration. The poetry scene is very small, you would always meet people more than once and the community you would gain is amazing.

Anything else you would like to share?

Anyone can write poetry, you just have to believe in your words… believe that IT WILL BE HEARD AND FELT!

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Cultures Collide


I'm easily distracted by the dark side; temptation has me questioning where my heart lies.
I keep my head, heels & standards high a lesson my mother gradually came in time.
I’ve travelled several places words can’t describe; my memories share a story full of pain & glory.
I wear my heart on my sleeve my cultures collide; I’m a nomad queen living this London life.
I grow through life with a mission in mind, my intentions are real I pray the motherland heals.
Distant memories replay in my mind like a childhood melody, I hymn in rhythm to an unknown song, and the soundtrack to my life is more than a song.

My morals keep me humble; on the road to success I see my mother’s eyes hoping to be the best.
The circus I see is a mix between friends & family, we all are sinners we just do it differently.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, pride on my back, circle got smaller so my visions on track.
My destiny is like my pen & my pad, I am the creator of what I never had.
I see the next generation behind me, I pray they age with wisdom you see I know how it feels when cultures collide.
We are the best & worst all at the same time.

Laila Duale
Copyright © 2013

{Group poem 27: Female Genital Mutilation}: Mabsud A


Oh young daughters of the world
I apologize for the harm our forefathers casted upon you
So innocent and youthful you were
With your big brown eyes, gleaming with hope and potential
Just to be drowned by the ignorance of our mothers and arrogance of our fathers
Sweet mother said you'd be pure and wanted by every men
Protective father pledged to only give your hand to the highest bidder but only if they sliced away your womanhood
Your naive mind didn't know any better and you jolted at the opportunity to be more womanly. Or to be perceived highly.
Oh young daughters of the world
I apologize for the harm our forefathers casted upon you
Promising you jewels and gold in exchange for your unique flower
But in reality, you only received pain and neglect
Complications and infections, you didn't know of
Something your small mind couldn’t grasp since you barely knew your own anatomy
Oh young daughters of the world
I apologize for the harm our forefathers casted upon you
But I can only fathom how lonely you must have felt
As though you were a figment in this world and not a human
Or when your cries were muffled by screams and ululation of the joyous women of the village
And how mother said to wipe your tears and smile because today was your day
They all claimed you were flawless and immaculate now supposing you were filth before
Oh young daughters of the world,
I apologize if you ever felt as though you were a vehicle instead of a woman,
To only conceive precious daughters in a world where they'll only gain status and respect by carving out the blessing God gave them
Oh young daughters of the world,
I apologize for the harm our forefathers casted upon you
But please do not hold any grudges upon our mothers. For they knew no better.
Since they've been deprived of their right to be loved and feel loved just like you.
Oh young daughters of the world
How I yearn to hold you in my treacherous arms and wipe away your tears
Or just feel half your pain when the blade disfigured your beautiful body
Forgive me if you ever felt as though I betrayed you or forgot about you
Oh young daughters of the world,
I apologize for the harm our forefathers casted upon you
Forgive the men of your family, for they were only repeating tradition as they say
Not knowing the pain and suffering their wives and sisters felt
Forgive the men of the world even though their insecurities was the cause of your impairment
Oh young daughters of the world,
Do you ever think how different your life could have been if your flower wasn't uprooted?
Would you love your husband more? Would you feel more womanly? Would you feel complete? Or would you have been promiscuous and proving these small minded individual's hypothesis behind this horrendous act true?
Oh young daughters of the world,
I apologize for the harm our forefathers casted upon you
And I hope one day your precious daughters will be loved and feel love without having to trade their womanhood, their flower, their sexuality just to be perceived holy and clean.

Mabsud A
Copyright © 2013


Friday, March 8, 2013

Group Poems

For group poems, the participants, write a whole poem on a particular theme from their own perspectives. So far, we have had 27 groups poems on topics ranging from Islam to Somalia to being a woman for our fathers and mothers to celebrating the Somali independence to one dedicated to Mumia Abu Jamal, for love, etc. 

The current group poem #27 is about female genital mutilation or commonly known as fgm. If you wish to participate, write something on the theme and email it to somalipoets@gmail.com

{Group poem 27: Female Genital Mutilation}: A different mind-set by Hudhaifah


Weep not, wail not,
Behind the curtains, did hear the plot,

Overwhelmed by tears,
Stood with stares,
Sister in pain, helpless cried in vain.

They called it circumcision,
I retorted mutilation,
They called it dignity,
 I retorted inhumanity,
They shouted, "get out of our sight!"
Sorry sister, none couldn't hear my plight.

After a month or so, the healing no more,
After a year or so, life no more,

Finally came the regret,
To FGM, a different mind-set..

Hudhaifah Siyad
Copyright © 2013

Thursday, March 7, 2013

{Group poem 27: Female Genital Mutilation}: Rahmat


I dont ask why it was done. 
I know a part of me is gone.
Even though I dont miss it.
I feel I must to the truth admit.
What was an essence of my womanhood.
Was severed to justify no good.
I dont feel less of a woman.
Living with less of an organ.
What is done, is done.
The effect is long-term.
Not to define me.
But to teach thee.
I'm not broken.
Nor confidence sunken.
Yes I'm affected.
But not defeated.

Rahmat Hashi
Copyright © 2013

Sindiya Darman

Sindiya Darman lives near Washington, D.C. , but she was born in the middle of the United States. She has a Bachelor degree in English from Georgia State University. She loves books, manga, and anime. Sindiya is working on her first novel and her next short story.

Hudhaifah Siyad


Hudhaifah Siyad, 21 years old, was born and raised in Kenya. He later moved to Poland for to study Financial Studies. He is a fun-loving and generous guy who is a computer addict and enjoys video games. Siyad loves to travel and socializing. 

Farah Gabdon

Farah Gabdon is a writer/poet from London by way of Somalia. Relating tales of her people in foreign tongues to see if they still feel the same. Her main focus is humanity and the way we experience emotion.

With so much in society determined to distance humanity from one another (race/sex/religion) Farah writes to highlight one vital unifying factor; that we are humans first and that our hearts beat a single rhythm.

Faisal Jama


Faisal Jama was born in the UAE but he currently lives in Denmark, where he was raised. He is 25 years old, studying medicine. He is specializing in pediatrics. Jama loves traveling to amazing places and meeting wonderful people. He is also an avid reader and loves food.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Unto me, a shining cloud


Behind every corner,
I stood with no honour,
Past every road to wander,
I heard not more than a slander.

Days up the tiresome year,
My life did nevertheless mature,
Into a being, a useful youngster,
Ready to build up, a jovial future,

My past was in tatters,
My present was in a mess,
But wait, should my future be a distress?
HELL NO! i wanna get out of this darkness.
Forever ever, never ever forever......

Unto those who did me dirt,
Unto those those who did me shit
Remember unto me is a shining cloud,
Peculiar, a mystery my being found.

Hudhaifah Siyad
Copyright © 2013

Relatives

You can't live with them
And you can't live without them
Nature demands their existence
And religion gives them acceptance

They don't let you live in peace
And they don't let you live in pieces
They are always there by your side
In every aspect of your life

You don't know for what reason
Because they give you pain
And they give you pleasure
Make you cry and make you smile

When you show them your weakness
They stab you at the back
When you deal with them boldly
They say you are rude and unkind

Nasteha Libaan
Copyright © 2013

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Contact

Halima Ahmed at halima@thenationofpoets.com

Somali Poets Facebook Profile

Somalipoets@gmail.com


Submit Your Work


Terms and conditions for posting poems

1.    This page is dedicated to all Soomaals, at home and abroad; therefore one of the requirements is that you identify as such.

2.    Poems by non-Somalis are occasionally posted on the condition that the poems are about the Soomaal people specifically and the Africa in general. I want to make it clear that TNP welcomes everyone regardless of how one identifies to join this space, take part in dialogue generated here and be part of this group.

3.    Email your poems with the title on the subject heading to somalipoets@gmail.com

4.    If you plagiarize or repeatedly submit plagiarized poems after receiving warning, all of your previous work will be deleted immediately and never shared on TNP again.

5.    No poems that insult or degrade or dehumanize any human being or group of people based on a particular identity will be posted. We are about celebrating people and challenging those ideologies that we disagree with in a respectful manner.

6.    The Nation of Poets reserves the right to reject any poem that does not comply with the overall mission of the group.

How You Can Help

Need help with:

Posting poems on the Tumblr account
Updating the Twitter Page
Someone to be responsible for the Youtube page
An interviewer for the Poets of the Week feature. 


If you have any questions about any of this, please email me at somalipoets@gmail.com

If you are interested in doing a particular thing, email me:
Your name, location and why are you interested in this position. 

These are all unpaid positions. 

Welcome

The Nation of Poet's (TNP)mission is to provide a strong platform where Somalis - at home and abroad, can share their work and celebrate the work of their peers; while building a strong network of like-minded individuals who will connect beyond the reach of TNP. This group aims to compile written and oral poetry by a Somali poets about any issue they deem relevant.



Founder:



Halima Ahmed is the founder of TNP. She received her Associates of Arts in International Studies from Montgomery College and a Bachelors of Arts in International Relations with a minor in Africana Studies from Mount Holyoke College in 2013. She came to the United States in 2006 prior to which she lived in India for 10 years and several years in Kenya after leaving Somalia due to the civil war.






Mentors

Abdi Latif Ega is the author of Guban and a long-time resident of Harlem, New York. He loves and plays jazz that he studied in the late eighties and early nineties. Abdi has had an abiding love affair for the history, literature, and research of the new world African. He is heavily influenced by writers of African decent from all corners of the world, and follows in their tradition of speaking truth to power. This is the first novel in a series of novels on the horn and specifically Somalia, from the medieval times to the present. Abdi is currently a Ph.D candidate and teaching fellow at Columbia University. 




The Story Behind TNP



Designed by Abadir Hashi
The Somalia-Nation of Poets (TNP) group connects our Somali poets and audience who live all over the world. Due to the country’s civil war, Somali people have moved to dozens of different countries around the globe. This migration has caused most of our literature to become lost over the last twenty years. If we, as Somalis, do not create a space for our own literature – it will be created for us. And, this is a heavy price, to pay for any group of people.

I started TNP in October 2007.  The group only consisted of people that I knew and practically begged/talked into joining the group. Gradually, people I did not know found their way to the group and it started growing slowly. During this time, the group was not very active. Only two or three people kept it going and eventually that also stopped. Lack of proper planning, organizing and vision for TNP in 2007, meant the page was not reaching its potential. Due to these reasons, there was a two-year hiatus.

During this time, I'd visit different blogs owned by young Somalis around the world. I noticed the amazing and talented individuals that were part of our community. Each of these blogs was unique and diverse. However, there were vast similarities between these Somali youth. For instance, often these blogs addressed similar topics e.g. religion, immigration, clan conflict, gender-related blessings and obstacles, family, longing for a Somalia which many just knew through the eyes of their families, racism and discrimination and the formation of one’s identity in a foreign soil or adopted home.


These were all themes that I could relate to. I left Somalia when I was merely a baby, moved to Kenya and eventually relocated to India, where I spent most of my childhood and teen-years. Reading the narratives of these bloggers was my favorite past time  but searching for Somali bloggers was beyond time consuming. There were times I would search for Somali bloggers and by the time I found a blog  I would run out of my “free” time. It was then that I had an epiphany.


What if I created a blog and FaceBook Fan Page where Somalis could share their work? It did not take me long on deciding to create TNP again. In June 2009, I created the FanPage as well as a Blog for TNP. Slowly, I started writing and inviting Somali poets/bloggers to share their work. The response from these folks was just overwhelming. Everyone was not only supportive, helpful and shared their work but they also helped advertise and build TNP. In addition to the poets, people who genuinely enjoyed poetry starting “liking” the page.


The road to establishing TNP was not always an easy one as it demands an incredible amount of time and energy. However, the past 6-years of TNP has been enriching, fulfilling and filled with the love and support of amazing people, many of whom, I have yet to meet.


TNP’s mission and vision is to provide a strong platform where young Somalis can share their work and celebrate the work of their peers; while building a strong network of like-minded individuals who will connect beyond the reach of TNP. This group aims to compile written and oral poetry by a Somali diaspora youth about any issue they deem relevant.


Halima Ahmed
Founder &Admin
Halima@thenationofpoets.com
March 6th 2013

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Poet of the week (POW): Farah Gabdon



Would you please introduce yourself to the readers?

Well, my name is Farah Gabdon. I live in London and I write sometimes. lol I write fiction and poetry. My most popular fiction is 'Diary of a Xalimo' and I also do performance poetry.

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

I don't ever remember a time when I didn't write. I have two certificates at home for poetry competitions I won, to have work published in an anthology when I was maybe 9 years old. One is really cool, it's called 'over the moon' and has a cow jumping over the moon on it lolI write for myself mostly. I write about emotions and experiences. I've never been a very outgoing person. Nor very talkative. I kept to myself and rarely spoke about or expressed any emotion. I've always had confidence problems for as long as I can remember and writing was my outlet. I felt invisible. And by writing and sharing my writing (annonymously to begin with) I learnt that what I was feeling/going through was normal and okay.I am a very emotional person. I think a lot. I feel a lot and I always felt as though I had to hide it. That vulnerability was a weakness.

What does "being creative" mean to you?

It means being honest with yourself. Being free to express who you are in a safe space. It's a kind of catharsis, a release of all the things we hold inside and are too afraid/not ready to/can't share.We create because we need to.

What do you try to communicate with your poetry? 

I try to highlight humanity and that being human first of all is the most important thing. There is so much everywhere, everyday that tries to separate us, by race, class, religion, gender etc I try to show that we are all the same. And we have stories, hearts, emotions. I want to normalize vulnerability so people see even for a moment, that someone who is completely different to them, understands.I try to do that through my experiences, my people's. To take those emotions and try to communicate them through a medium people can understand. I believe that where words are forgotten, feelings last forever.

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?

I don't try to write. I read novels. Watch movies. I take walks to take my mind of whatever writing I'm working on. Sometimes, I find inspiration somewhere that sparks something. Other times, I switch my focus and write something else entirely.

Do you sit and think through every word of every stanza or do you just write freely and allow the words to flow?

85% of what I write is free written. I have periods of time when all I want to do is write. It usually comes as a feeling and a mental image. I usually let these thoughts flow and form in my mind before writing them down. I free write every day and that is what's posted on my blog. I find my writing is better when I have an emotion or storh I want to tell. 

Who are some of your favorite poets?

Off the top of my head: Warsan Shire is incredible. Khalil Gibran is superb. Suheir Hammad is wonderful.I also admire many spoken word artists.

What advice do you have for aspiring poets?

1) write your truth. Speak with your voice. Art is freedom, don't be afraid to embrace it. 
2) don't compare your work to others. I spent a long time feeling inadequate around other writers. Believe that your voice matters and counts and needs to be hears.
3) Write when it feels right.

Any word of advice for closet poets? 

Well, I wrote secretly for the longest time and that was the best time for me. Writing annonymously is how you receive honest feedback. Create an annonymous blog and post your work for honest critique.Also, write what you are scared or embarassed to. This is the time you can experiment and go wild with your art, make the most of it!

Red Rose



Red,
Like a rose.
But many,
too many,
bunched together
so the red is too bright.
It's overwhelming;
No longer just a gesture
But now a full scream.
SHOUT.
Pain.
Now take the rose,
Cut it up,
Soak it in its own colour.
The petals in the middle
Darker,
More deeply punished in its redness.
Cry.
Shame.
Broken.
Shedded.
Cramped.
Spit out the word
VAGINA.
Scientific
Cold
Scary
Give it a new name
more childlike
Playful
Pussy.
Take the sting out.
Mutilate the word.
FGM.
Menstruation.
The time of the month?
The electricity bill is due?
Now laugh
Sigh.
Feel.
hips,
breasts,
stomach,
archs,
and angles,
WOMAN.
Love
Life.
Power.
Red,
like that rose
All bunched together.
Many.
Stronger.
Sing the words.
Call it what you will:
A celebration of life.


Happy International Women's Day 2012

Nimo Hussein

a letter to a queen !!!



Shine through the clouds
Through the hard times 
And let ur hair
flow
dance
to the melody of life
You are born to be
a queen
a lover 
A mother 
An angel that
narrates the stories of come backs

Shine through the clouds 
Send the rays of ur smile
To give hope the strength
To gather the prayers of 21yrs of sorrow from the cemetery !
To gather the wishes of those who
Couldn't make it 
Seeds to be planted in the harsh roads 
we are walking through! 
give us the courage to continue 
and keep the memory of how beautiful
We were alive in the allies of misery!


Please have faith and smile 
Don't let the dim lights 
Of the refugee camps ,
The pain of hunger 
The smell of death
The tears of a child
Bury ur beauty 

Stand up and wave 
To those immigrant birds 
To those lost souls 
show them the way home
Sing to them with joy 
That tomorrow is brighter 
That tomorrow is better ! 

Ismail A. Ali
Copyright © 2013

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Think Like a Warrior



Dear Brothers and Sisters,
Promise me one thing. Promise that you will learn how to think like a warrior. Many people didn't succeed not because they were not smart, but they didn’t fight hard enough.

If you want anything in this life than you must think like a warrior.

You must never give up. You must be strong. But you must be willing to try and to try again even if you fail. Life is not like a science test that you only get one chance to pass or fail. School and Life are not the same.  Life is more like sports or games. You can fail but you must try again to win.

You must get ready and train. Yes, I know your family always tells you to go to school. You are already doing that. But getting ready and training is only the first part. After you train then you have to go and get your goal.

No one will give it to you on graduation day. Now after you finish training then you must go and get it. The only way that you can win on this journey of life is to think like a warrior.

Train- Go to school and the gym. The mind and body need to exercise
Make a plan- Yes, you need a plan, but luckily, you can check Google.
Make a map- Yes, write down the best way to get there
Get advice- Ask people who have done it and ask them questions
Find good back up- Support is important, so marry someone who has your back, not one who stabs you in the back
Try and Try again- Fall but get back up
Enemies- Don’t let your enemies know your weaknesses. Never let them see you sweat. Do not let them make you lose your way. Pick your battles.
Make a new map- Sometimes things happen so you must be willing to find a new way to get what you want. Do not be stubborn. Look for a new way.

Remember this and never forget the most important and most deadly enemy that you will ever have will not be someone else.

It will be you.

You will be your worst enemy. You know that voice that says that you can’t do it. That voice is the one that you must fight against. Do not lose just because you defeated yourself. At least let someone else defeat you. Don’t let it be you.

So brother and sister promise me to always think like a warrior.  

Love Always,
Sindiya