I wish to ask you all a sincere question, but before I do please lend me your time and consideration. Like you I am an offspring of a mother and a father, human in my appearance yet I am not treated as such. In my small enclosed world my pain is much, everyone around me by the same grief is indisputably touched.
Loved ones, neighbours even strangers, we share a common empty glazed stare. A normal day for us all is to live and anticipate hatred and fear. We constantly hear of peace but for such hypocrisy we no longer care, duplicity is what landed us in this anguish, this despair.
The capacity to adapt is a gift from heaven, through the hail of bullets and artillery we try to bear and maintain, but now from our homes like wild animals we are driven. My unyielding frustration no words could portray, if you were to venture into my streets for a day, of your sanity, your soundness of brain, I guaranty only a fraction would remain.
I have become accustom to this imposed life; you would too if everyday was the same. The cries of my people echo through out the city, as the young grow in pity and the old die with memories of peace empty. Lack of water, lack of food I swear if they had the means, from me air they would seclude.
A restricted existence, stones and faith my only tools of resistance, I am the modern day holocaust victim of a previous prey; I am to be slaughtered at any cost no matter what you may think or say. Time has shown in the past that nothing on earth is to indefinitely last, even if it seems that an eternity has come to pass.
I finally ask you all to think and ponder, what if it was you that lived under the cruel eyes of my oppressor.
Hamza Egal
Copyright © 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I am Reminded...
"Never forget that turning a blind eye to oppression and watching from the sidelines, is itself oppression" - Harun Yahya
As I try to sleep, I am reminded of the oppressed,
My heart begins to ache and my tears start to pour for the suppressed.
As we sleep in comfy beds, many sigh their last breath,
gone...just like that, overtaken by death.
It was meant to be, to die of hunger was their fate,
We ignored their cries, now it's too late.
They are in between brutal guns and lack of food,
we laugh and play, we think "it's all good".
"We care about our people", yet we will sit relaxed is the crap I'm not buying.
I am sick of waiting, so answer my question fool, are you ready?
Cause I am definitely not waiting on that dying baby!
I am ready to help my Ummah - No human shall I fear!
I can't watch one more soul in whose eye there's a tear.
Bodies are sprawled on my streets of the dead,
They've got every mark of torture, be it black, purple, or red!
Relatives back home are thrown in a dark cave,
A path for peace, they tried to pave.
Yes, that's the only crime they committed,
And instead of the enemy to Allah they submitted.
So now they are accused and blamed,
They're imprisoned, murdered, and framed!
From day to day they're slain,
Yes I am deeply hurt and filled with pain.
But I must get up and achieve my goal for peace,
And InshAllah to the oppressed return their ease.
- Nimo Abdi Warfa
Copyright © 2010
As I try to sleep, I am reminded of the oppressed,
My heart begins to ache and my tears start to pour for the suppressed.
As we sleep in comfy beds, many sigh their last breath,
gone...just like that, overtaken by death.
It was meant to be, to die of hunger was their fate,
We ignored their cries, now it's too late.
They are in between brutal guns and lack of food,
we laugh and play, we think "it's all good".
"We care about our people", yet we will sit relaxed is the crap I'm not buying.
I am sick of waiting, so answer my question fool, are you ready?
Cause I am definitely not waiting on that dying baby!
I am ready to help my Ummah - No human shall I fear!
I can't watch one more soul in whose eye there's a tear.
Bodies are sprawled on my streets of the dead,
They've got every mark of torture, be it black, purple, or red!
Relatives back home are thrown in a dark cave,
A path for peace, they tried to pave.
Yes, that's the only crime they committed,
And instead of the enemy to Allah they submitted.
So now they are accused and blamed,
They're imprisoned, murdered, and framed!
From day to day they're slain,
Yes I am deeply hurt and filled with pain.
But I must get up and achieve my goal for peace,
And InshAllah to the oppressed return their ease.
- Nimo Abdi Warfa
Copyright © 2010
Symmetry
Mahogany, cinnamon and shaax complexion,
Captivating isku filan personality.
Instant attraction, like an induced dipole neighbour,
Charming old skool Somali flavour.
Her gracious stride portrays her Somali pride,
Curvaceous hips, Jimmy Choo’s and guntiino attire
Eyes follow her they never tire,
They’re intrigued by her ability to inspire.
On the surface she looks calm,
The world in her palm.
Ingrained emotional immunity,
Resistant to the pathogens of reality.
She hurts but never shows,
Takes a self- criticism over dose,
Her internal cries never heard,
Solo she learned.
She repeats “single, satisfied and not searching”,
Her shot at happiness she defeats.
Truth is…sinister memories are still lurking.
She made the wrong selection,
Wasted her affection,
Altered her true reflection.
Now, the mirror reflects change and new tactics,
Perfect symmetry, that protects…as life gets hectic.
Maryam Arab
Copyright © 2010
Captivating isku filan personality.
Instant attraction, like an induced dipole neighbour,
Charming old skool Somali flavour.
Her gracious stride portrays her Somali pride,
Curvaceous hips, Jimmy Choo’s and guntiino attire
Eyes follow her they never tire,
They’re intrigued by her ability to inspire.
On the surface she looks calm,
The world in her palm.
Ingrained emotional immunity,
Resistant to the pathogens of reality.
She hurts but never shows,
Takes a self- criticism over dose,
Her internal cries never heard,
Solo she learned.
She repeats “single, satisfied and not searching”,
Her shot at happiness she defeats.
Truth is…sinister memories are still lurking.
She made the wrong selection,
Wasted her affection,
Altered her true reflection.
Now, the mirror reflects change and new tactics,
Perfect symmetry, that protects…as life gets hectic.
Maryam Arab
Copyright © 2010
The neighbor’s cat ate my essence.
The sun beat hungrily
As if her heartbeat
Had the same anxiety as mine.
Or perhaps she too
Was parched of love
On the brinks of dehydration.
I remember that day clearly
And so vividly,
It felt like judgment day
Came prematurely
In the form of old auntie Muhubo
She came
Just like Xawa came
Just like Halima came
Just like you’ll come I am sure
Destined to carry a barbaric inclination
You call tradition
Initiate into covenant, a sisterhood
I never pledge for
A season nomadic surgeon
Without proper tools and education
Is what she was
A nationalist,
Religious governing entity
Is who she thought she was?
A snip here
A tug there
A careless toss
And it was all over
And that’s the day
The neighbor’s cat ate my essence.
Hayat Magan
Copyright © 2010
As if her heartbeat
Had the same anxiety as mine.
Or perhaps she too
Was parched of love
On the brinks of dehydration.
I remember that day clearly
And so vividly,
It felt like judgment day
Came prematurely
In the form of old auntie Muhubo
She came
Just like Xawa came
Just like Halima came
Just like you’ll come I am sure
Destined to carry a barbaric inclination
You call tradition
Initiate into covenant, a sisterhood
I never pledge for
A season nomadic surgeon
Without proper tools and education
Is what she was
A nationalist,
Religious governing entity
Is who she thought she was?
A snip here
A tug there
A careless toss
And it was all over
And that’s the day
The neighbor’s cat ate my essence.
Hayat Magan
Copyright © 2010
Young Nation
Life is life, beautiful at times extremely and at times heavy, to enjoy what I have to share or offer you must truly know me. Mere introductions don’t suffice my true friendship comes at a price, but never a burden on your pocket, I wish to trade with you for my time, good and useful knowledge.
Not all intellectual benefits are drawn from literature or mathematic, living everyday with open sensors is better then floating nostalgic, not gaining experience from living is an important class to be missing.
Don’t mean to cross no boundary this is true and not just a story, no fiction, I give it just as my receptor is receiving. They say if your not real about your message don’t share it, and if you cant handle its weight don’t bare it.
Now more then ever every second is vital, any further procrastination is superficial, long I the citizen of Africa laid in an induced slumber, while the politicians and corporations circle over me like a vulture.
We are all touched by the corruption; our comprehension is common, we are fully aware of our situation, a time for the rise under the African sun, a young and strong nation, a time to stand for a cause a revolution, a time for you and me to raise the question.
Proceeding, leading and pushing for change, discipline in our actions to give life to a pledge, to deliver our lands from the dark edge of the global stage, the faith of our people must fully be repaid, the basis of justice and equality not built on a dream, but sewn with a realistic seam.
War the African flesh has devoured and torn, physically and mentally scared the old and the newborn, like the elements of fire these words I wish to spark the fuel of desire for a better future, burdened hearts aplenty like oxygen my peoples dejection will insure it continues blazing.
Plains ravished by warlords and criminal enterprise, hearts and minds have been stained, I understand beliefs and hopes have been more then strained, we the generation of today have what it takes for public faith to be regained.
We must reassure with dignity, that we are not all money hungry mercenaries; true wealth is measured in more then just shillings and pennies, to pave the roads for our people’s development for coming centuries.
It is time for us to illuminate the darkness in which we stumble, to seize the moment and amass from all corners of Africa and endeavour on a resilient united struggle.
Hamza Egal
Copyright © 2010
Not all intellectual benefits are drawn from literature or mathematic, living everyday with open sensors is better then floating nostalgic, not gaining experience from living is an important class to be missing.
Don’t mean to cross no boundary this is true and not just a story, no fiction, I give it just as my receptor is receiving. They say if your not real about your message don’t share it, and if you cant handle its weight don’t bare it.
Now more then ever every second is vital, any further procrastination is superficial, long I the citizen of Africa laid in an induced slumber, while the politicians and corporations circle over me like a vulture.
We are all touched by the corruption; our comprehension is common, we are fully aware of our situation, a time for the rise under the African sun, a young and strong nation, a time to stand for a cause a revolution, a time for you and me to raise the question.
Proceeding, leading and pushing for change, discipline in our actions to give life to a pledge, to deliver our lands from the dark edge of the global stage, the faith of our people must fully be repaid, the basis of justice and equality not built on a dream, but sewn with a realistic seam.
War the African flesh has devoured and torn, physically and mentally scared the old and the newborn, like the elements of fire these words I wish to spark the fuel of desire for a better future, burdened hearts aplenty like oxygen my peoples dejection will insure it continues blazing.
Plains ravished by warlords and criminal enterprise, hearts and minds have been stained, I understand beliefs and hopes have been more then strained, we the generation of today have what it takes for public faith to be regained.
We must reassure with dignity, that we are not all money hungry mercenaries; true wealth is measured in more then just shillings and pennies, to pave the roads for our people’s development for coming centuries.
It is time for us to illuminate the darkness in which we stumble, to seize the moment and amass from all corners of Africa and endeavour on a resilient united struggle.
Hamza Egal
Copyright © 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
MURTI
Malab aanad helaynin
maskaxda ha isaga waalin
midho aanad arkaynin
maanka looma mashquulsho
mushkilad aanan ku haysan
masuulkeed lama qaado;
Muraadkaaga looma daayo
*mardaddabaanka insaanka
maxaa yeelay macaanka
midhaha aad guran doontuu
maaggan yahay inuu baajo;
Maxaad maanta helaysaa
murugo looguma yeedho
maxaa nolosha adkeeyay
muddo looma fadhiisto;
Ma awoodo dhammaynteed
dadaal loogama joogo
ma tijaabin daraaddeed
murti loogama laabto
midho gunti kuugu jirana
kuwo geed saaran looma daadsho.
Jowhar Maidhane
Malab aanad helaynin
maskaxda ha isaga waalin
midho aanad arkaynin
maanka looma mashquulsho
mushkilad aanan ku haysan
masuulkeed lama qaado;
Muraadkaaga looma daayo
*mardaddabaanka insaanka
maxaa yeelay macaanka
midhaha aad guran doontuu
maaggan yahay inuu baajo;
Maxaad maanta helaysaa
murugo looguma yeedho
maxaa nolosha adkeeyay
muddo looma fadhiisto;
Ma awoodo dhammaynteed
dadaal loogama joogo
ma tijaabin daraaddeed
murti loogama laabto
midho gunti kuugu jirana
kuwo geed saaran looma daadsho.
Jowhar Maidhane
Copyright © 1993
maskaxda ha isaga waalin
midho aanad arkaynin
maanka looma mashquulsho
mushkilad aanan ku haysan
masuulkeed lama qaado;
Muraadkaaga looma daayo
*mardaddabaanka insaanka
maxaa yeelay macaanka
midhaha aad guran doontuu
maaggan yahay inuu baajo;
Maxaad maanta helaysaa
murugo looguma yeedho
maxaa nolosha adkeeyay
muddo looma fadhiisto;
Ma awoodo dhammaynteed
dadaal loogama joogo
ma tijaabin daraaddeed
murti loogama laabto
midho gunti kuugu jirana
kuwo geed saaran looma daadsho.
Jowhar Maidhane
Malab aanad helaynin
maskaxda ha isaga waalin
midho aanad arkaynin
maanka looma mashquulsho
mushkilad aanan ku haysan
masuulkeed lama qaado;
Muraadkaaga looma daayo
*mardaddabaanka insaanka
maxaa yeelay macaanka
midhaha aad guran doontuu
maaggan yahay inuu baajo;
Maxaad maanta helaysaa
murugo looguma yeedho
maxaa nolosha adkeeyay
muddo looma fadhiisto;
Ma awoodo dhammaynteed
dadaal loogama joogo
ma tijaabin daraaddeed
murti loogama laabto
midho gunti kuugu jirana
kuwo geed saaran looma daadsho.
Jowhar Maidhane
Copyright © 1993
Africa
They say home is where the heart is,
Well, I left my heart back in a land,
Of sand,
Camels, Poets,
Beautiful skies,
Even more beautiful weather,
Ocean to the side,
Somalia,
Africa.
One day I shall return to you,
To retrieve my heart.
To spend the rest of my days.
We've been apart,
For too long, my beloved.
And even though you are in conflict,
You still remain the only place,
Where if I think of you,
My heart and mind finds rest.
They say I used to sing as a child,
Of coming to America.
Calling off our neighbors name,
One by one;
Digging holes in the dirt,
Hair blowing in the wind,
I would sing with joy:
Caliyo, Amerika la shageeya! (O Ali, [there is] talk of America)
Axmed Carabo Amerika la shageeya (O Ahmed Carab, [there is] talk of America)
Dear neighbors,
I know you're pleased now,
To know, we've made it,
To the land of the brave,
Home of the free,
The land of opportunities,
And second chances,
Every immigrant's dream.
Though grateful to Allah for my life here,
I can't complain,
I have sweet water, warm bed and food to eat,
Yet my heart is imprisoned,
My mind cannot find peace!
Not here.
O Africa,
Whereas I used to sing about this land,
I reside in currently,
Now, I write poems about you,
Of your beauty,
Of our separation.
O Africa,
I miss you miserably,
O how I yearn,
To return,
To you someday.
How I wish to feel your soft soil between my hands,
Dance in your sweet, clean rain.
They tell me I'm too young to remember
It's true,
Only five when I left you,
I don't remember memories vividly as others do,
But that doesn't change the fact that I miss you.
What little I remember,
And the sweet poems and stories
Others relate,
I keep in my heart,
Locked in a safe,
Of happiness.
I open it time and again
To add more memories
As they come to me,
More stories,
Statements,
Poems,
From hooyo, abbo and all the siblings.
Somalia,
Africa,
I await the day we reunite,
I dream of the day I touch soil,
Return home,
To you, my beloved,
Until then,
I have,
Rely on,
Find comfort in,
Dreams of you and sweet memories.
-Bint Qalin :)
Copyright © 2010
Well, I left my heart back in a land,
Of sand,
Camels, Poets,
Beautiful skies,
Even more beautiful weather,
Ocean to the side,
Somalia,
Africa.
One day I shall return to you,
To retrieve my heart.
To spend the rest of my days.
We've been apart,
For too long, my beloved.
And even though you are in conflict,
You still remain the only place,
Where if I think of you,
My heart and mind finds rest.
They say I used to sing as a child,
Of coming to America.
Calling off our neighbors name,
One by one;
Digging holes in the dirt,
Hair blowing in the wind,
I would sing with joy:
Caliyo, Amerika la shageeya! (O Ali, [there is] talk of America)
Axmed Carabo Amerika la shageeya (O Ahmed Carab, [there is] talk of America)
Dear neighbors,
I know you're pleased now,
To know, we've made it,
To the land of the brave,
Home of the free,
The land of opportunities,
And second chances,
Every immigrant's dream.
Though grateful to Allah for my life here,
I can't complain,
I have sweet water, warm bed and food to eat,
Yet my heart is imprisoned,
My mind cannot find peace!
Not here.
O Africa,
Whereas I used to sing about this land,
I reside in currently,
Now, I write poems about you,
Of your beauty,
Of our separation.
O Africa,
I miss you miserably,
O how I yearn,
To return,
To you someday.
How I wish to feel your soft soil between my hands,
Dance in your sweet, clean rain.
They tell me I'm too young to remember
It's true,
Only five when I left you,
I don't remember memories vividly as others do,
But that doesn't change the fact that I miss you.
What little I remember,
And the sweet poems and stories
Others relate,
I keep in my heart,
Locked in a safe,
Of happiness.
I open it time and again
To add more memories
As they come to me,
More stories,
Statements,
Poems,
From hooyo, abbo and all the siblings.
Somalia,
Africa,
I await the day we reunite,
I dream of the day I touch soil,
Return home,
To you, my beloved,
Until then,
I have,
Rely on,
Find comfort in,
Dreams of you and sweet memories.
-Bint Qalin :)
Copyright © 2010
Normal life of an Ogadeni
"Many wonder what the “normal” life of an Ogadeni is like. I wouldn’t exactly use the word normal to describe the life of my people. They are incessantly oppressed, transgressed, and suppressed. My brothers and sisters in Ogadenia are limited in what they can say or do. The Ethiopian regime tries so hard to silence the people, but so far they have been unsuccessful in doing so. One cannot silence a people who were born to be poets and writers, and that is exactly what my people are. While the Ethiopian regime tries to silence the people with their guns and missiles, my people respond with their way of speech, their pens and their books. The normal life of an Ogadeni is a constant struggle. Women, men and children alike strive to reach their essential goal - FREEDOM. Amidst the confusion and chaos that goes on there, parents still try to get their children to school. The only protection a child has against the guns that fly by so fast are his books and pens that he carries so delicately in his small hands. Much of my people die from starvation, malnutrition, and lack of basic necessities of life such as water, food, and medical aid. The daily life of an Ogadeni involves being murdered, massacred, imprisoned, buried/burned alive, and being cut off from anything that a human survives on.
A sorrowful father looked down into his hands as he carried his daughter who died from hunger. His eyes were downcast, his tears poured as he placed his daughter into the dark grave that was to consume her. While he thought of how he could manage the rest of his children, another woman sat in jail to await her turn of being electrocuted. A daily task she had prepared herself for. As this woman’s tears started to run along her cheeks, a mother begged her enemy to let her be for the sake of her children. But she was not spared and as she passed away not knowing what wrong she had done, her kids looked into her eyes sobbing and not knowing what to do. And as this woman breathed her last, another innocent man was tracked down and killed in his house. But wait, it doesn’t end there because than another woman was massacred so horrifically, stripped off her clothing, beaten and bruised and eventually raped by more than a dozen men in front of the towns men to show what a powerful person is capable of doing. Sadly she passed away before she could get her younger siblings whom were orphaned to a safer destination, which is what she had come to do. But we must understand, these atrocities are incessant and don’t have an ending to it. The life of the Ogadenis back home also affects those of us whom are so far away. We yearn for our homeland, yet we cannot go back even if we become billionaires for fear of being persecuted, imprisoned, massacred and murdered. The Ogaden people have fled from war into refugee camps near by to search for any possible means of survival. Ogaden houses are burnt down even to the last piece of structure that there is. It’s not much of a “normal” life you see. It’s a game of warfare, it’s a test to see who is going to survive today or not. We have become the prey and the predators have not had enough to prey on yet or so they think. But you see, the daily life of my people is a struggle - we hope and pray for a better day, but the reality that our people live in is beyond what our minds can grasp. Being an Ogadeni causes a painful reality for many. Being who my people are has its price. Being suspended from roofs upside down, gang raped, beaten, brutally murdered, burned/buried alive, electrocuted, being hanged, being shot to death, and of course their corpse rotting in the middle of a market.
Did I forget to mention that the “normal” life of an Ogadeni involves praying constantly to be relieved of these painful atrocities, keeping hope alive, continuously thanking God for the life He has given us so that we may better ourselves, and praying that one day our freedom will be granted to us. Did I mention, that aside from how much atrocities we go through we still uphold ourselves and our dignity. We still hold firm to our faith, and we still hope for a better and brighter future. How’s that for a “normal” life? I am sure that of my people is beyond normal but we’ve still got hope, and as time progresses our generations will continue to be beautiful roses amidst a barren desert."
“When the world pushes you to your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray”.
- Nimo Abdi Warfa
Copyright © 2010
A sorrowful father looked down into his hands as he carried his daughter who died from hunger. His eyes were downcast, his tears poured as he placed his daughter into the dark grave that was to consume her. While he thought of how he could manage the rest of his children, another woman sat in jail to await her turn of being electrocuted. A daily task she had prepared herself for. As this woman’s tears started to run along her cheeks, a mother begged her enemy to let her be for the sake of her children. But she was not spared and as she passed away not knowing what wrong she had done, her kids looked into her eyes sobbing and not knowing what to do. And as this woman breathed her last, another innocent man was tracked down and killed in his house. But wait, it doesn’t end there because than another woman was massacred so horrifically, stripped off her clothing, beaten and bruised and eventually raped by more than a dozen men in front of the towns men to show what a powerful person is capable of doing. Sadly she passed away before she could get her younger siblings whom were orphaned to a safer destination, which is what she had come to do. But we must understand, these atrocities are incessant and don’t have an ending to it. The life of the Ogadenis back home also affects those of us whom are so far away. We yearn for our homeland, yet we cannot go back even if we become billionaires for fear of being persecuted, imprisoned, massacred and murdered. The Ogaden people have fled from war into refugee camps near by to search for any possible means of survival. Ogaden houses are burnt down even to the last piece of structure that there is. It’s not much of a “normal” life you see. It’s a game of warfare, it’s a test to see who is going to survive today or not. We have become the prey and the predators have not had enough to prey on yet or so they think. But you see, the daily life of my people is a struggle - we hope and pray for a better day, but the reality that our people live in is beyond what our minds can grasp. Being an Ogadeni causes a painful reality for many. Being who my people are has its price. Being suspended from roofs upside down, gang raped, beaten, brutally murdered, burned/buried alive, electrocuted, being hanged, being shot to death, and of course their corpse rotting in the middle of a market.
Did I forget to mention that the “normal” life of an Ogadeni involves praying constantly to be relieved of these painful atrocities, keeping hope alive, continuously thanking God for the life He has given us so that we may better ourselves, and praying that one day our freedom will be granted to us. Did I mention, that aside from how much atrocities we go through we still uphold ourselves and our dignity. We still hold firm to our faith, and we still hope for a better and brighter future. How’s that for a “normal” life? I am sure that of my people is beyond normal but we’ve still got hope, and as time progresses our generations will continue to be beautiful roses amidst a barren desert."
“When the world pushes you to your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray”.
- Nimo Abdi Warfa
Copyright © 2010
Losing my faith
One of my favorite poem
I look toward the sky
Seeking guidance
Pleading for assistance
Yearning for recognition
While I zealously showcase my commitment to you
My situation hasn’t changed
Things got worse since my last call
Although you keep sending me now and then a messenger
Promising a better life (just to keep going)
A false sense of security confined through your laws
It’s time to realize that you are nothing but an idol
A parasite that feeds through my devotion (as a source of power)
Sadiiq Ashuhle
Copyright © 2009
I look toward the sky
Seeking guidance
Pleading for assistance
Yearning for recognition
While I zealously showcase my commitment to you
My situation hasn’t changed
Things got worse since my last call
Although you keep sending me now and then a messenger
Promising a better life (just to keep going)
A false sense of security confined through your laws
It’s time to realize that you are nothing but an idol
A parasite that feeds through my devotion (as a source of power)
Sadiiq Ashuhle
Copyright © 2009
Delivered on The Ninth Day of Dhul Hijjah
Evident of morosely placid clouds blanketing
Divided and torn, unity is rebuffed in the face of temptation
Swaddled with cultural ties, we become blind to what we're facing
Yet Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala's patients is amazing
Blessings of understanding to one day reach tranquility
Misunderstood, causing internal hostility
That in return perpetuates instability
But instead of turning on each other, and asking
What tribe are you from?, shouldn't we be asking
Are we all not equal, except in piety and good action?
And what difference does it make if a brother of mine
Happens to be from a distant bloodline?
When in reality, a brother in Islam is better for you and me than any other combined
Abdisalaan Haji
Copyright ©2010
Divided and torn, unity is rebuffed in the face of temptation
Swaddled with cultural ties, we become blind to what we're facing
Yet Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala's patients is amazing
Blessings of understanding to one day reach tranquility
Misunderstood, causing internal hostility
That in return perpetuates instability
But instead of turning on each other, and asking
What tribe are you from?, shouldn't we be asking
Are we all not equal, except in piety and good action?
And what difference does it make if a brother of mine
Happens to be from a distant bloodline?
When in reality, a brother in Islam is better for you and me than any other combined
Abdisalaan Haji
Copyright ©2010
Broken hearts
so many refugees
all sought of people
all sought of young and old
they came long ago
not to be lost but to survive
now we are old
so many things happen
so many ways
so many ways we are lost
so many with little to lose
they came for hope
they lost them selves
so many ways
so many ways we are dying
not by pullets
but by words
and a system that ties our hands
and doesn't allow us in
where do we go back to?
we got caught in the middle
we cant go forth
we cant go back
our homes are destroyed
our children will die
if we go back
if we stay we lose our selves
Sharmaarke Abdi galbeed
Copyright ©2010
all sought of people
all sought of young and old
they came long ago
not to be lost but to survive
now we are old
so many things happen
so many ways
so many ways we are lost
so many with little to lose
they came for hope
they lost them selves
so many ways
so many ways we are dying
not by pullets
but by words
and a system that ties our hands
and doesn't allow us in
where do we go back to?
we got caught in the middle
we cant go forth
we cant go back
our homes are destroyed
our children will die
if we go back
if we stay we lose our selves
Sharmaarke Abdi galbeed
Copyright ©2010
Tiro Ma Koobin
Imisaa dhalanaysa
Intee baa dhimanaysa?
Imisaa caawa dhergaysa?
Intee dhagaxyo caloosha
Dhufays uga dhigaysoo
dhicid uga baqaysa?
Intee dhoollo caddayn oo
Dharaartii arooskooda
Dhar u sii tolanaysa?
Imisaase dhimanaysoo
Dhinaca dhulka ku haysoo
Kafan loo dhigay meel?
Imisaa wax dhacaysoo
Dhagarna ay la fududaatoo
Dhiig dadna ku magaagay?
Inteebaa dhididaysoo
Dhuuni ay raadiyaan iyo
Dheef keen u ordaysa?
Inteese dharaaraha dunida
Dhab waaraysa u mooddoo
Dhaxal uun dhiganaysa?
Intee baa dhaxmoonaysa
Dhuunina aaban helaynin?
Dhab adduun badanaa.
Jowhar Maidhane
Copyright ©2010
Intee baa dhimanaysa?
Imisaa caawa dhergaysa?
Intee dhagaxyo caloosha
Dhufays uga dhigaysoo
dhicid uga baqaysa?
Intee dhoollo caddayn oo
Dharaartii arooskooda
Dhar u sii tolanaysa?
Imisaase dhimanaysoo
Dhinaca dhulka ku haysoo
Kafan loo dhigay meel?
Imisaa wax dhacaysoo
Dhagarna ay la fududaatoo
Dhiig dadna ku magaagay?
Inteebaa dhididaysoo
Dhuuni ay raadiyaan iyo
Dheef keen u ordaysa?
Inteese dharaaraha dunida
Dhab waaraysa u mooddoo
Dhaxal uun dhiganaysa?
Intee baa dhaxmoonaysa
Dhuunina aaban helaynin?
Dhab adduun badanaa.
Jowhar Maidhane
Copyright ©2010
"Identity Pawning"
It hit me hard
I mean real hard!
Similar to that shoe ya mama throws at you, when you did something bad, and are running for safety,but it still hits you as you round the corner..in the side of the head!
Always in the side of the head!
And you just don’t get it.
Hoyo macaan with such good precision
Unfathomable
See it hit me hard
But square in the face this time
As little abdimalik raised his hand
“Miss. Nima?”
Another joined in
“Miss Hadji?”
Patiently waiting for the rest to settle, I said
“YES!”
“Do you want to know our nicknames?”
I freeze…..DEAR GOD AM I GOING TO GIVE A REFERRAL AT 8:50 IN THE MORNING
So I chance it, “Go ahead”
‘Okay Miss. Hadji. Im Malawax, Nasra’s Sambusa, Fawwaz is Hilib Adhil, Ejabo is Canjeero, & Sumaya is Sugo.’
My face went blank,
Emotions welled up….Intersecting…Intermixing…Interpreting
Pure elation tweaked my tear ducts, and tickled my throat to laugh
Leaving me speechless.
And in that moment of frozen time, I understood.
An epidemic was in action
Spreading faster than the flu
And only curable at a young age.
IDENTITY PAWNING
I REPEAT
IDENTITY PAWNING
Not selling or purchasing
But pawning
Trading something so valuable and dear
In return for spare change to buy a clue.
But in this case to buy the COOL!
Somali children (like my hilib adhi and malowax)
Love themselves in the fifth grade
And continue to talk Somali, because its not English
Which means it doesn’t break rule #1
“NO talking without permission”
Pride swells in bodies too young to understand the future.
Unaware that …
One day it wont be cool to teach others Somali words.
One day it wont be cool to have Somali food as a nickname.
Or that respecting your culture and religion is fanatical!
Trading macawis for sagging pants
Or bati’s for tight ass skirts
You leave your culture hanging
On a thin cord
Tugging on its assistance only when you have to speak to a Somali elder in Somali.
My brother…my sister
Hand her to me!
For my yearn to perfect my mother tongue is relentless
To perfect my burambuur moves is endless.
See I never had the opportunities to feel Somali soil under my feet,
But I created my land in my mind…and she was a BEAUTY!
compiled and stitched through stories of ‘deg dher’ or the ‘yaay’…which still scares me till this day!
Or elations and happiness in my mothers face as she recalls Eid on every corner.
I gulped it all in
Nutrients for my soul, I grew
A Somali through and through
Authentic to the core
For my love is unmoving
I received my anti-pawn shot at age 11
First day of dugsii’s embrace, I felt at home.
And now I’m sugo for life
Never Nisha, Kim, Tanya, or Betty
Because no matter how many chains you rock, or ice you buy.
You more a man being a Somali guy!
Who provides for his fam, and stands for his country
Not a broke dude aspiring to buy a Bentley.
And you my dear, your beauty is no mistake,
Keeping your culture alive through them bomb Somali cakes.
Not preaching intended, just some good ole advice
For an epidemic is serious in my eye
So when you stand there desperate for the COOL..walk away
Fist in the air saying “I’d rather be Somalian any day!”
Nima Hadji
Copyright ©2010
I mean real hard!
Similar to that shoe ya mama throws at you, when you did something bad, and are running for safety,but it still hits you as you round the corner..in the side of the head!
Always in the side of the head!
And you just don’t get it.
Hoyo macaan with such good precision
Unfathomable
See it hit me hard
But square in the face this time
As little abdimalik raised his hand
“Miss. Nima?”
Another joined in
“Miss Hadji?”
Patiently waiting for the rest to settle, I said
“YES!”
“Do you want to know our nicknames?”
I freeze…..DEAR GOD AM I GOING TO GIVE A REFERRAL AT 8:50 IN THE MORNING
So I chance it, “Go ahead”
‘Okay Miss. Hadji. Im Malawax, Nasra’s Sambusa, Fawwaz is Hilib Adhil, Ejabo is Canjeero, & Sumaya is Sugo.’
My face went blank,
Emotions welled up….Intersecting…Intermixi
Pure elation tweaked my tear ducts, and tickled my throat to laugh
Leaving me speechless.
And in that moment of frozen time, I understood.
An epidemic was in action
Spreading faster than the flu
And only curable at a young age.
IDENTITY PAWNING
I REPEAT
IDENTITY PAWNING
Not selling or purchasing
But pawning
Trading something so valuable and dear
In return for spare change to buy a clue.
But in this case to buy the COOL!
Somali children (like my hilib adhi and malowax)
Love themselves in the fifth grade
And continue to talk Somali, because its not English
Which means it doesn’t break rule #1
“NO talking without permission”
Pride swells in bodies too young to understand the future.
Unaware that …
One day it wont be cool to teach others Somali words.
One day it wont be cool to have Somali food as a nickname.
Or that respecting your culture and religion is fanatical!
Trading macawis for sagging pants
Or bati’s for tight ass skirts
You leave your culture hanging
On a thin cord
Tugging on its assistance only when you have to speak to a Somali elder in Somali.
My brother…my sister
Hand her to me!
For my yearn to perfect my mother tongue is relentless
To perfect my burambuur moves is endless.
See I never had the opportunities to feel Somali soil under my feet,
But I created my land in my mind…and she was a BEAUTY!
compiled and stitched through stories of ‘deg dher’ or the ‘yaay’…which still scares me till this day!
Or elations and happiness in my mothers face as she recalls Eid on every corner.
I gulped it all in
Nutrients for my soul, I grew
A Somali through and through
Authentic to the core
For my love is unmoving
I received my anti-pawn shot at age 11
First day of dugsii’s embrace, I felt at home.
And now I’m sugo for life
Never Nisha, Kim, Tanya, or Betty
Because no matter how many chains you rock, or ice you buy.
You more a man being a Somali guy!
Who provides for his fam, and stands for his country
Not a broke dude aspiring to buy a Bentley.
And you my dear, your beauty is no mistake,
Keeping your culture alive through them bomb Somali cakes.
Not preaching intended, just some good ole advice
For an epidemic is serious in my eye
So when you stand there desperate for the COOL..walk away
Fist in the air saying “I’d rather be Somalian any day!”
Nima Hadji
Copyright ©2010
Amiin
Amiinoow adduunyadani waa laba ayaamoode
Aadanaha ninkii aqli leh baa ugu ayaan roone
Aakhiro wuxuu geysan buu eegga fiirshaaye
Allahiisu arrinka uu faruu asluub ka yeeshaaye
Ma ambado, hadduu ammin gafana Alluu u laabtaaye
Oohin iyo baryuu ula noqdaa asoon is weyneyne
Anfacuu heluu ku hor marshaa ayaammo kii qadaye
Agoonkiyo miskiinkuu dhawraa ibnu sabiilka ahe
Aadanuhu intay wada hurdaan waa uu ooyaaye
Allahiisa buu tuugayaa inuu ajiibaaye
Aroortiina soon baa u xidhan intuu ka afuraaye
Indhihiisa nuurkooda guud waa akhris Qur’aane
Midigtiisu intay bixisay abid bidixdu ma ay oga e
Maqalkiisa aadaanka buu ugu raaxeeyaaye
Addimadiisa gurigii Alluu ugu socdaa abide
Astur buu faraa eheladiyo ooriduu qabo e
Ilmihiisuu diin ku edbiyaa adeeciddii Alle e
Irsiqooduu intaa raadiyaa Allaa illayn faraye
Adkaar iyo xuska Ilaahay buu afka ku daalshaaye
Addoonkaas Ilaah toosiyee amaanta loo badiyay
Astaantiisa aan yeelannoo abid aynaan daynin.
Jowhar Maidhane
Copyright © 2010
Aadanaha ninkii aqli leh baa ugu ayaan roone
Aakhiro wuxuu geysan buu eegga fiirshaaye
Allahiisu arrinka uu faruu asluub ka yeeshaaye
Ma ambado, hadduu ammin gafana Alluu u laabtaaye
Oohin iyo baryuu ula noqdaa asoon is weyneyne
Anfacuu heluu ku hor marshaa ayaammo kii qadaye
Agoonkiyo miskiinkuu dhawraa ibnu sabiilka ahe
Aadanuhu intay wada hurdaan waa uu ooyaaye
Allahiisa buu tuugayaa inuu ajiibaaye
Aroortiina soon baa u xidhan intuu ka afuraaye
Indhihiisa nuurkooda guud waa akhris Qur’aane
Midigtiisu intay bixisay abid bidixdu ma ay oga e
Maqalkiisa aadaanka buu ugu raaxeeyaaye
Addimadiisa gurigii Alluu ugu socdaa abide
Astur buu faraa eheladiyo ooriduu qabo e
Ilmihiisuu diin ku edbiyaa adeeciddii Alle e
Irsiqooduu intaa raadiyaa Allaa illayn faraye
Adkaar iyo xuska Ilaahay buu afka ku daalshaaye
Addoonkaas Ilaah toosiyee amaanta loo badiyay
Astaantiisa aan yeelannoo abid aynaan daynin.
Jowhar Maidhane
Copyright © 2010
Humiliation
Humiliation many have faced.
This worldly life they had chased.
Their brothers in faith called them to the rightly guided way,
But they had rejected the truth and turned them away.
So they continued to dwell in a miserly life.
For Akhirah they had refused to strive.
They twisted the truth so they could gain,
but it only caused them filth and pain.
Whenever they thought of turning back,
shaytan would purposely make them slack.
So they continued and continued to go their own way,
And someday the price they knew they would have to pay.
For one who is led astray he loses the importance of happily living,
and the poor and needy they would not be giving.
May Allah guide us all - So I pray,
And keep us way from shaytan's way.
Nimo Warfa
Copyright ©2010
Glossary:
*Shaytan - Satan
*Akhirah - afterlife
This worldly life they had chased.
Their brothers in faith called them to the rightly guided way,
But they had rejected the truth and turned them away.
So they continued to dwell in a miserly life.
For Akhirah they had refused to strive.
They twisted the truth so they could gain,
but it only caused them filth and pain.
Whenever they thought of turning back,
shaytan would purposely make them slack.
So they continued and continued to go their own way,
And someday the price they knew they would have to pay.
For one who is led astray he loses the importance of happily living,
and the poor and needy they would not be giving.
May Allah guide us all - So I pray,
And keep us way from shaytan's way.
Nimo Warfa
Copyright ©2010
Glossary:
*Shaytan - Satan
*Akhirah - afterlife
They want us to say goodbye to Somalia
My tears came out as if it were
tears to feed the ground of my land.
Waiting for a miracle hoping
a flower would grow in this desert
I felt black smoke blocking
the air thats so hard to breath
Is it a hallucination that I see,
but it feels so real?
The puddles of blood
I so happen to walk all over
Closely looking and following the tracks of my people
Now that my hands are now of hands of blood
Within every puddle of the blood, there are words of suffering
As if the blood were ink written on a wall speaking of their chaos
Speaking of their lost found of peace creeping at them is the heat of hell
Our hearts fell when we saw the smoke cover the beauty of what I know of Somalia
Underneath my feet I walk over rocks which I believe were once homes.
See now we all have to run now,this city,
this land, this country I watch it die in front of my eyes
The picture that’s kept with me would never fade slowly
it is tormenting to take but this is it burned in my memory,
so there are words that a book can’t define our pain.
So we now turn to the Quran or cocaine watch our selves either living or burning away.
I can smell the blood of the dead,
when my eyes are closed I hear the screaming of the children
Is this officially a good bye to my home, a good bye to myself?
A good bye to Somalia?
But I can’t let go because my spirit flows with the wind,
so they want us to forget what was like gold to us before,
but I’ll never say good bye, I rather keep a grip and hold on close.
Idil Ahmed Mahamed
Copyright ©2010
tears to feed the ground of my land.
Waiting for a miracle hoping
a flower would grow in this desert
I felt black smoke blocking
the air thats so hard to breath
Is it a hallucination that I see,
but it feels so real?
The puddles of blood
I so happen to walk all over
Closely looking and following the tracks of my people
Now that my hands are now of hands of blood
Within every puddle of the blood, there are words of suffering
As if the blood were ink written on a wall speaking of their chaos
Speaking of their lost found of peace creeping at them is the heat of hell
Our hearts fell when we saw the smoke cover the beauty of what I know of Somalia
Underneath my feet I walk over rocks which I believe were once homes.
See now we all have to run now,this city,
this land, this country I watch it die in front of my eyes
The picture that’s kept with me would never fade slowly
it is tormenting to take but this is it burned in my memory,
so there are words that a book can’t define our pain.
So we now turn to the Quran or cocaine watch our selves either living or burning away.
I can smell the blood of the dead,
when my eyes are closed I hear the screaming of the children
Is this officially a good bye to my home, a good bye to myself?
A good bye to Somalia?
But I can’t let go because my spirit flows with the wind,
so they want us to forget what was like gold to us before,
but I’ll never say good bye, I rather keep a grip and hold on close.
Idil Ahmed Mahamed
Copyright ©2010
The story of a Somali Child
there are children in the world
who look for things
that they cant afford
who have homes
who have clothes
who have shelter
who their toys are full room
who their parents cant make them happy
but what i look for is a food
nothing fancy
just some bread and tea will do
i look to study
nothing big
just Quran
i look to become
don't know what
i dare not to dream its not in my will
i am abused constantly
i am told to fight for the clan
at a young age
i am an educated
i dare not dream
now i cant become
the president failed
now hope is gone
in my twenties
i am a man
but cant manage my family
bread is no on the table
my son is screaming ,daaad foood
my heart is broken
i dare to but a road block a isbaaro.
i am not making money
the religious groups came
they took the isbaaro
now who do we fight for
my child is growing
to be just like me
this is the fall of a nation
this is our story
Sharmaarke Abdi Galbeed
Copyright ©2010
who look for things
that they cant afford
who have homes
who have clothes
who have shelter
who their toys are full room
who their parents cant make them happy
but what i look for is a food
nothing fancy
just some bread and tea will do
i look to study
nothing big
just Quran
i look to become
don't know what
i dare not to dream its not in my will
i am abused constantly
i am told to fight for the clan
at a young age
i am an educated
i dare not dream
now i cant become
the president failed
now hope is gone
in my twenties
i am a man
but cant manage my family
bread is no on the table
my son is screaming ,daaad foood
my heart is broken
i dare to but a road block a isbaaro.
i am not making money
the religious groups came
they took the isbaaro
now who do we fight for
my child is growing
to be just like me
this is the fall of a nation
this is our story
Sharmaarke Abdi Galbeed
Copyright ©2010
Run Qadhaadh
Qaraabooy salaan qiimo wayn bilawga iga qaada
qalbi ka timid idiin daacadoo Qaadirka tuugaaya
barwaaqiyo inuu idinku sugo Boqorku raxmaddiisa;
Dadkii qarbiga idinkaga maqnaa qawl yar ka dhegaysta
maqalkiinna I amaahiyoo qora odhaahdayda
bal aan sheego waaqica qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah:
Warqad qoran meydka aan loo helayn oo qalin lagu duugay
taasoo qiraysa geeridoo qaranku oggolaaday
maydkiisa lama qariyo oo qabriga lama geeyo;
Qol yar baana laysaga qarshaa qaboojiyaha daaran
qaybaha muhiimkiyo waxaa laga qaataa qalbiga
dabadeedna sidii qarbad la tolay qodobbo lagu jiidaa;
Goortay qaadaan bay arkaan qaraabadiyo ehelku
kolkaasay qayliyo isku daraan dacwad aan qiimi lahayn
“qarankaa saxeexaa” la odhan “wasiirkaa qala na yidhi”
“Oo qeexa waxa dilay qofkani qiilna u sameeya”
markaasay ku quustaan intii qaraabo la ahaydi
qaddar dhacayna lama soo ceshee maydkooday qaataan;
Qof aan laxash ku jirin lama duugee qorigii bay keenaan
goortay dhaqaan ee ay kafnaan qafaskii bay geliyaan;
qabrigana qodaalkiisii waa dhib kale oo qabsaday;
Xilligaa qaboobihii ah oo barafkii baa qariyay
qabrigii la qoday ee la qoday qoyaan biyaa fadhiya
“illayn lagama qallajini karee maydka naga qariya”;
Qalbigoodu in kastuu jeclaa in aanay ka dhaqaaqin
qadhqadhyaa dadkii haysa oo baabuurkii baa qandac ah
markii la iska qariyaba dhakhsaa qabawga looga galay;
Qofkii sii joog maagee is yidhi waad ku cibro qaadan
qabawgaan u yeelaynin oo dhulkaanu qabanaynin;
taasi waa khasaaraha qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah;
Qodob kale haddaan wax ka idhaa quutul yowmkeenna
inta badan qansiir baa ku jira qasacyadaan furanno;
qiil umaannu helin oo annagu umaanu soo qasdiyin
balse boqollaal magac bay siiyeen qudhunka doofaar ah;
quraacdana haddii aanu ku jirin qadadii baa khasab ah;
khamradaa iyana la mid ahoo badanaa lagu qaldamaa;
qaabkaasay cuntadeennu tahay iyo hab aanan qeexayn
markaasaannu Qaadir Alle rabnaa ducaduu naga aqbalo;
taasi waa khasaaraha qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah;
Qodob kale haddaan wax ka idhaa qaadashada ribada
nimaan quudan qolal ma uu dhistoo qasri ma uu taagto
gaadhi qashti ah oo cusub ma wado quruxna ma uu yeesho
qalabka u sarreeyiyo ma helo qayrkii waxay haystaan;
dhaqankaan ku noolnahay ayaa nagu qasboo na baray
qiil umaanu helin aan ahayn qayrkeen baa yeelay;
Taasi waa qasaaraha qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah;
qodob kale haddaan wax ka idhaa qafasyadaan ku jirno
qolal kooban baan deggenahoo qorraxdii baa nagu yar
bannaankiina qudhun kii ka daran iyo qas baa yaalla
haween qaydku ku yaraaday oon qarinayn laabtooda
iyo Qawmu-Luudkaa ku badan qaaradda aan joogno;
dumar baa la qabsadiyo waxaa badan ilmo la qaatay
amma mayd qar laga tuuray oo geedo lagu qariyay;
intaasina waa waaqica qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah
wada qorina maayoo badh buu qalinku ka xishooday;
sida waalid ilmihii uu dhalay qabsaday oo xoogay
amma waalid qaxarkii dunida ubadkiisii u qalay
arday qaatay qori oo dugsiga qayrkii boqol laayay
amma macalin caashaqay ilmo aan waliba qaangaadhin
oo khasab xumaan ugu qarsada xilliga qadadiisa;
Qalbigaygaan ogolaan karayn inaanba sii qeexo
qaska iyo qudhunka qurbaha yaal oo aan ka qisoodo
qasdigase aan u qoreen badhkood qalinka ula raacay
waa qaraabooy inaad ku quusataan qaxarka naga gaadhay
intii qorshaysanaysaay bal arag waxa ku qalbi qaaday
qoomamiyo ciil bay qabaan qayrkaa intii timidday
Shan kastoo laguu qurxiyo oo dhibka lagaa qariyo
Oo aad tigidh u soo qaadatood qaarado soo jeexdo
danba waad u qaabili hadduu qaddarku kugu beego;
Qorsho idiinma wado loo bogiyo biil aan idiin qorayo
mana aha inaydinka qarsaday qasnado ii yaalla
hayeeshee taladaa qaaliyuu hoogay kii ka qaday;
Calooshoo qaddaa kaaga roon ubadkoo kaa qayirma
amma dawladduba qaadatoo qiil lagaaga dhigo
qori baad ku dhufatiyo mar buu qaylo kaa sheegtay;
Qaangaadh ninkii keenayaa qiil ha raadsado eh
qaladkiisu waynaa ninkii saqiir u soo qaaday
kiiyoo aan tii qumanaydba baran qarbiga soo geliyay;
hadalkiisa markuu quudhsadee Qur’aanka uu diido
amma qunyar uu ka dhaqaaqo uu Qowmu-Luud raaco
ha qoonsado qorshihiisii horiyo taladiisii qaldanayd.
Jowhar Maidhane
Copyright © 2007
qalbi ka timid idiin daacadoo Qaadirka tuugaaya
barwaaqiyo inuu idinku sugo Boqorku raxmaddiisa;
Dadkii qarbiga idinkaga maqnaa qawl yar ka dhegaysta
maqalkiinna I amaahiyoo qora odhaahdayda
bal aan sheego waaqica qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah:
Warqad qoran meydka aan loo helayn oo qalin lagu duugay
taasoo qiraysa geeridoo qaranku oggolaaday
maydkiisa lama qariyo oo qabriga lama geeyo;
Qol yar baana laysaga qarshaa qaboojiyaha daaran
qaybaha muhiimkiyo waxaa laga qaataa qalbiga
dabadeedna sidii qarbad la tolay qodobbo lagu jiidaa;
Goortay qaadaan bay arkaan qaraabadiyo ehelku
kolkaasay qayliyo isku daraan dacwad aan qiimi lahayn
“qarankaa saxeexaa” la odhan “wasiirkaa qala na yidhi”
“Oo qeexa waxa dilay qofkani qiilna u sameeya”
markaasay ku quustaan intii qaraabo la ahaydi
qaddar dhacayna lama soo ceshee maydkooday qaataan;
Qof aan laxash ku jirin lama duugee qorigii bay keenaan
goortay dhaqaan ee ay kafnaan qafaskii bay geliyaan;
qabrigana qodaalkiisii waa dhib kale oo qabsaday;
Xilligaa qaboobihii ah oo barafkii baa qariyay
qabrigii la qoday ee la qoday qoyaan biyaa fadhiya
“illayn lagama qallajini karee maydka naga qariya”;
Qalbigoodu in kastuu jeclaa in aanay ka dhaqaaqin
qadhqadhyaa dadkii haysa oo baabuurkii baa qandac ah
markii la iska qariyaba dhakhsaa qabawga looga galay;
Qofkii sii joog maagee is yidhi waad ku cibro qaadan
qabawgaan u yeelaynin oo dhulkaanu qabanaynin;
taasi waa khasaaraha qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah;
Qodob kale haddaan wax ka idhaa quutul yowmkeenna
inta badan qansiir baa ku jira qasacyadaan furanno;
qiil umaannu helin oo annagu umaanu soo qasdiyin
balse boqollaal magac bay siiyeen qudhunka doofaar ah;
quraacdana haddii aanu ku jirin qadadii baa khasab ah;
khamradaa iyana la mid ahoo badanaa lagu qaldamaa;
qaabkaasay cuntadeennu tahay iyo hab aanan qeexayn
markaasaannu Qaadir Alle rabnaa ducaduu naga aqbalo;
taasi waa khasaaraha qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah;
Qodob kale haddaan wax ka idhaa qaadashada ribada
nimaan quudan qolal ma uu dhistoo qasri ma uu taagto
gaadhi qashti ah oo cusub ma wado quruxna ma uu yeesho
qalabka u sarreeyiyo ma helo qayrkii waxay haystaan;
dhaqankaan ku noolnahay ayaa nagu qasboo na baray
qiil umaanu helin aan ahayn qayrkeen baa yeelay;
Taasi waa qasaaraha qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah;
qodob kale haddaan wax ka idhaa qafasyadaan ku jirno
qolal kooban baan deggenahoo qorraxdii baa nagu yar
bannaankiina qudhun kii ka daran iyo qas baa yaalla
haween qaydku ku yaraaday oon qarinayn laabtooda
iyo Qawmu-Luudkaa ku badan qaaradda aan joogno;
dumar baa la qabsadiyo waxaa badan ilmo la qaatay
amma mayd qar laga tuuray oo geedo lagu qariyay;
intaasina waa waaqica qurbaha qayb yar oo ka mid ah
wada qorina maayoo badh buu qalinku ka xishooday;
sida waalid ilmihii uu dhalay qabsaday oo xoogay
amma waalid qaxarkii dunida ubadkiisii u qalay
arday qaatay qori oo dugsiga qayrkii boqol laayay
amma macalin caashaqay ilmo aan waliba qaangaadhin
oo khasab xumaan ugu qarsada xilliga qadadiisa;
Qalbigaygaan ogolaan karayn inaanba sii qeexo
qaska iyo qudhunka qurbaha yaal oo aan ka qisoodo
qasdigase aan u qoreen badhkood qalinka ula raacay
waa qaraabooy inaad ku quusataan qaxarka naga gaadhay
intii qorshaysanaysaay bal arag waxa ku qalbi qaaday
qoomamiyo ciil bay qabaan qayrkaa intii timidday
Shan kastoo laguu qurxiyo oo dhibka lagaa qariyo
Oo aad tigidh u soo qaadatood qaarado soo jeexdo
danba waad u qaabili hadduu qaddarku kugu beego;
Qorsho idiinma wado loo bogiyo biil aan idiin qorayo
mana aha inaydinka qarsaday qasnado ii yaalla
hayeeshee taladaa qaaliyuu hoogay kii ka qaday;
Calooshoo qaddaa kaaga roon ubadkoo kaa qayirma
amma dawladduba qaadatoo qiil lagaaga dhigo
qori baad ku dhufatiyo mar buu qaylo kaa sheegtay;
Qaangaadh ninkii keenayaa qiil ha raadsado eh
qaladkiisu waynaa ninkii saqiir u soo qaaday
kiiyoo aan tii qumanaydba baran qarbiga soo geliyay;
hadalkiisa markuu quudhsadee Qur’aanka uu diido
amma qunyar uu ka dhaqaaqo uu Qowmu-Luud raaco
ha qoonsado qorshihiisii horiyo taladiisii qaldanayd.
Jowhar Maidhane
Copyright © 2007
GOBSANAA GABDHAHAYAGU
Gobsanaa gabdhahayagu
Gaalada ma raacaan
Gumeystaha ma yeelaan
Kuwa gunnada qaatee
Heybaddooda gabayana
Gogol kulama seexdaan
Guri kalama toosaan
Gacal kuma yidhaahdaan
Gacan kuma salaamaan
Ubad lama gardaadshaan
Guur lama wadaagaan
Iney geyn karaan iyo
Geyaan uma maleeyaan
Giddi wey huruufaan
Kuwa gabay naftoodii
Iyo gaal u dabadhilif.
Geesigiyo halyeeygiyo
Gabyaagiyo nindoorkana
Gallin qura ma ciilaan
Marka laysku go'ayee
Weerar lagu gawaarsado
Iyo guluf-colaadeed
Iney garab na siiyaan
Nala geeriyoodaan
Gobonimo u diriraan
Waa gad lagu yaqaannoo
Anna gabay ku faanaa.
Gaarinimiyo garashiyo
Sooryeynta gacalnimo
Iyo edab gun iyo baar
Rag u gogoldhiggiisii
Deymo Geenyo-faras iyo
Garaaraha gacmaha dhilan
Timo garabka dhaafiyo
Gardho ay dabeyluhu
Kolba gees u liicshaan
Iyo midab guduud ohoo
Aan salguurin waligii
gabdha wada casaan ohoo
Afku gorad-madoow yahay
Goombaar aheynoo
Xishood lagu gadaamoo
Hiddaha aan gaboodfalin
Gayigeenna mooyee
Goob laga helaa male
Ninkii guur u jeedoow
Bal garwaaqso weedhaa
Gabyaagii Stanza
Uu nagu guubaabiyay.
Mohamed Abdikadir Daud (Stanza)
Copyright © 2010
Gaalada ma raacaan
Gumeystaha ma yeelaan
Kuwa gunnada qaatee
Heybaddooda gabayana
Gogol kulama seexdaan
Guri kalama toosaan
Gacal kuma yidhaahdaan
Gacan kuma salaamaan
Ubad lama gardaadshaan
Guur lama wadaagaan
Iney geyn karaan iyo
Geyaan uma maleeyaan
Giddi wey huruufaan
Kuwa gabay naftoodii
Iyo gaal u dabadhilif.
Geesigiyo halyeeygiyo
Gabyaagiyo nindoorkana
Gallin qura ma ciilaan
Marka laysku go'ayee
Weerar lagu gawaarsado
Iyo guluf-colaadeed
Iney garab na siiyaan
Nala geeriyoodaan
Gobonimo u diriraan
Waa gad lagu yaqaannoo
Anna gabay ku faanaa.
Gaarinimiyo garashiyo
Sooryeynta gacalnimo
Iyo edab gun iyo baar
Rag u gogoldhiggiisii
Deymo Geenyo-faras iyo
Garaaraha gacmaha dhilan
Timo garabka dhaafiyo
Gardho ay dabeyluhu
Kolba gees u liicshaan
Iyo midab guduud ohoo
Aan salguurin waligii
gabdha wada casaan ohoo
Afku gorad-madoow yahay
Goombaar aheynoo
Xishood lagu gadaamoo
Hiddaha aan gaboodfalin
Gayigeenna mooyee
Goob laga helaa male
Ninkii guur u jeedoow
Bal garwaaqso weedhaa
Gabyaagii Stanza
Uu nagu guubaabiyay.
Mohamed Abdikadir Daud (Stanza)
Copyright © 2010
A war with no purpose
A war with no purpose
We mourn and We cry
For the loved ones lost
For all the lost happy times.
A war that has no meaning
Nor a justified reason
It has not brought any good
But only spread evil
A war with no purpose
A life full of fears
hearts become stones
and eyes cant shed tears
What is left of my country
Is ashes and fire
Once so beautiful,
Now, - there is nothing left to admire
A war with no purpose
A battle between BROTHERS
We say we're ONE PEOPLE
But a Leader CAN'T BE ONE
As we DON'T see him as EQUAL
NOR do we another
Enough is enough
Enough suffering caused
Time for a Change
Time to pause for a thought
We are the future
We shall protect our seeds
Time wont heal our wounds
But it shall make us stop bleeding
We ARE the new leaders
No longer victims
Role models to children
And (World) News to the old ones
We are the future
Our Country's only hope
And God will help us
If we help ourselves
So Let us all unite,
Restore the Nations pride!
Rebuild our homes
And forever live in peace
Side by side.
As my strength weakens
Faith remains strong
To one day return to where i was born
The town i never left
There's no place like Home
And as for this war
We are all blameless
We did not start it
But we can end it
This War with no Purpose.
Profound Mind
Copyright © 2010
We mourn and We cry
For the loved ones lost
For all the lost happy times.
A war that has no meaning
Nor a justified reason
It has not brought any good
But only spread evil
A war with no purpose
A life full of fears
hearts become stones
and eyes cant shed tears
What is left of my country
Is ashes and fire
Once so beautiful,
Now, - there is nothing left to admire
A war with no purpose
A battle between BROTHERS
We say we're ONE PEOPLE
But a Leader CAN'T BE ONE
As we DON'T see him as EQUAL
NOR do we another
Enough is enough
Enough suffering caused
Time for a Change
Time to pause for a thought
We are the future
We shall protect our seeds
Time wont heal our wounds
But it shall make us stop bleeding
We ARE the new leaders
No longer victims
Role models to children
And (World) News to the old ones
We are the future
Our Country's only hope
And God will help us
If we help ourselves
So Let us all unite,
Restore the Nations pride!
Rebuild our homes
And forever live in peace
Side by side.
As my strength weakens
Faith remains strong
To one day return to where i was born
The town i never left
There's no place like Home
And as for this war
We are all blameless
We did not start it
But we can end it
This War with no Purpose.
Profound Mind
Copyright © 2010
"The Exit"
Poet's note: My name is Abdisalaan Haji, and in short I was born in Somalia 1988 during the backdrop of civil unrest.I think to fully comprehend this poem, one must understand the historic turmoil that surrounds my once peaceful home and how we got ourselves into this predicament. Ominous of internal hostility that have torn men from their families, mothers from their progenies, and children from their childhoods. In retrospect is due to the vicious cycle of hate and violence that centers itself at the heart of the issue, and in my opinion can only be portrayed in a seamlessly dark and inevitable nature given the demise of traditions that once were.
Death lingers near the camp of injustice
The camp where the trusted
Sanction mothers to be exposed and violated
Leaving starving children to be manipulated and
left with empty palms as though they never waited
But even after, death lingers here like the stench of a carcass
Only to be reminiscent of justice blurred,
The only place in the world where deaths aren’t per
Death lingers in this land
For the same reasons that veins are drained completely dry,
And blood is spilled for the sake of pride
It lingers in this nation where deprivation and poverty
Are serving time as brothers of armed robbery
But in the answer peace has to be
Cause honesty, suppressed is corruption at its best
And in a trial of a battle within which has no retreat,
Instability and grief are the companions of defeat.
Abdisalaan Hajj
Copyright ©2010
Death lingers near the camp of injustice
The camp where the trusted
Sanction mothers to be exposed and violated
Leaving starving children to be manipulated and
left with empty palms as though they never waited
But even after, death lingers here like the stench of a carcass
Only to be reminiscent of justice blurred,
The only place in the world where deaths aren’t per
Death lingers in this land
For the same reasons that veins are drained completely dry,
And blood is spilled for the sake of pride
It lingers in this nation where deprivation and poverty
Are serving time as brothers of armed robbery
But in the answer peace has to be
Cause honesty, suppressed is corruption at its best
And in a trial of a battle within which has no retreat,
Instability and grief are the companions of defeat.
Abdisalaan Hajj
Copyright ©2010
You aint never had a friend like me
Editor's note: He is BACK! lol. Ismail is definitely one of the youngest and also among one of the brightest poet I have ever come across. So proud that he is part of Somalia TNP. Its the ability to read poems from such talented people that makes TNP worth the experience.
Do your recall when we met
You were nervous at first, kind of upset
First time u did it u were full of regret
But a true friend one could never neglect
I demand all you got, your utmost respect
They introduced us to one another
But even they knew we were made for each other
I am your green and brown brother
First couple of times and you accused me of being sour and bitter
That didn’t stop you; I knew u weren’t a quitter
Circulating constantly in your system
At first u were ashamed of me and tried to block me out
You tried hard and long but u couldn’t get my taste out you’re mouth
I had u hooked no doubt
You can’t stand reality
U can always turn me; ill turn everything into a fantasy
Let yourself go for a moment
This feels good, don’t it?
So now we are one and the same
You’re a player and this is my game
Got problems at home, I aint the one to blame
Besides, I improve your social skills no longer boring or lame
You don’t even feel shy no more, no shame
You keep on chewing, thinking this is what it takes to be down
I make you drop jokes, they label you a clown
U can’t stop laughing
Can’t even feel time passing
You feel spirited and rejuvenated
If you only knew that I got your mind trapped and incarcerated
I affect everyone, never race related
I make heads spin
I don’t choose side’s because in the end I always win
So let the games begin
And what’s sad is, you think you’re in control
Pff, nigga I own your mind body and soul
You can’t escape cause am always awake and alert
You walk around weary, talking to the dirt
By now you start to scream and curse
I tore your family apart and it hurts
Your wife and kids are calling
You can’t hear them, you’re falling
Falling Into the abyss
How did it come to this?
You’re blind you can’t see
But remember you chose me
And not the other way around
You crawl and crumble on the ground
Your deaf you can’t hear a sound
Don’t think you’re my first
Cause I’ve been addictive since birth
At first sight you were curious
Little bit of nervous
Aint nothing strange about that
But curiosity created KHAT..
Ismail Mopreme
Copyright © 2010
Do your recall when we met
You were nervous at first, kind of upset
First time u did it u were full of regret
But a true friend one could never neglect
I demand all you got, your utmost respect
They introduced us to one another
But even they knew we were made for each other
I am your green and brown brother
First couple of times and you accused me of being sour and bitter
That didn’t stop you; I knew u weren’t a quitter
Circulating constantly in your system
At first u were ashamed of me and tried to block me out
You tried hard and long but u couldn’t get my taste out you’re mouth
I had u hooked no doubt
You can’t stand reality
U can always turn me; ill turn everything into a fantasy
Let yourself go for a moment
This feels good, don’t it?
So now we are one and the same
You’re a player and this is my game
Got problems at home, I aint the one to blame
Besides, I improve your social skills no longer boring or lame
You don’t even feel shy no more, no shame
You keep on chewing, thinking this is what it takes to be down
I make you drop jokes, they label you a clown
U can’t stop laughing
Can’t even feel time passing
You feel spirited and rejuvenated
If you only knew that I got your mind trapped and incarcerated
I affect everyone, never race related
I make heads spin
I don’t choose side’s because in the end I always win
So let the games begin
And what’s sad is, you think you’re in control
Pff, nigga I own your mind body and soul
You can’t escape cause am always awake and alert
You walk around weary, talking to the dirt
By now you start to scream and curse
I tore your family apart and it hurts
Your wife and kids are calling
You can’t hear them, you’re falling
Falling Into the abyss
How did it come to this?
You’re blind you can’t see
But remember you chose me
And not the other way around
You crawl and crumble on the ground
Your deaf you can’t hear a sound
Don’t think you’re my first
Cause I’ve been addictive since birth
At first sight you were curious
Little bit of nervous
Aint nothing strange about that
But curiosity created KHAT..
Ismail Mopreme
Copyright © 2010
Ponder
Rich,
Poor,
Full,
Empty,
Love,
Hate,
Love hate
Hate me
Love me
Tears flooding,
Why?
Ask him
Ask them,
Don’t ask me
Am a new born-child
In their old world,
In their dirty washed world,
But born with a mission,
What mission?
Ask me,
I’ll tell you
Don’t tell them,
Hide it
As they do,
As they always got to do.
Am a child
But I already regret
To have knew them
Even before my birth,
Who are they?
Ask them!
BaRrRYcK R.
March 8th 2010 at 2010
Perched on the sixth floor wondering!
Fes, morocco
Barryck R.
Copyright © 2010
Poor,
Full,
Empty,
Love,
Hate,
Love hate
Hate me
Love me
Tears flooding,
Why?
Ask him
Ask them,
Don’t ask me
Am a new born-child
In their old world,
In their dirty washed world,
But born with a mission,
What mission?
Ask me,
I’ll tell you
Don’t tell them,
Hide it
As they do,
As they always got to do.
Am a child
But I already regret
To have knew them
Even before my birth,
Who are they?
Ask them!
BaRrRYcK R.
March 8th 2010 at 2010
Perched on the sixth floor wondering!
Fes, morocco
Barryck R.
Copyright © 2010
the boy and the herd
This is just something i wrote in response to a debate i heard about the diffrent"lands" of the somali people. it seems that we will seperate to the extent that no man can stand the sight of his brother.
In the presence of kayos you can only be humbled by the affect
In the light of discussion heated words exchanged without regret
In the midst of the arid low lands of the somaal
From Europe passing Libya, Liberia and Senegal
In the African sunset a picture no painter can match the perfection
A herd of camels and a young boy with a wooden stick
Playing while camels graze seemingly not phased
No other land or herd or play ground he would pick
Draw closer and ask him the route Hargaysa
East from Jigjiga past laso canood he would wager
Ask him the way to Bosaso port
Go east to the beaches and look north
Out of interest ask him the distance between xamar and kismayo
He will reply a month’s walk then question waayo?
Ask him of the people who dwell in these lands
Seemingly 2 feet taller nose an inch to the north
Soft afro moving with the wind as if he is the wisest of all things
He exclaims this is the land of the Somali
Founded by a man here lives his children
We live in tribes and clans but united by blood honour and heritage
A Thousands years of tradition, we live with the land and we cherish it
Warriors, nomads and farmers
a land of poets us children shall inherit from our fathers
A Somali when ever in despair you see a hundred more there
Religion brings us our peace and our karma...
tears flows from you when you listen but your astonished by the absurdity
He then curiously asks if we have went to Adel and how goes the sultan
you ask who...he smiles...then grins...Breaks into laughter
And cries Axmad Gurey ofcourse
Undoubting his power and force he points his stick
And wonders if its his herd your after
Wondering back to the camels’ he turns to take another look
That picture alone you could draw in a thousand books
...we...are...one....
** ahmed gurey is a well known hero among the somalis yet lived a thousend years ago.
the boy represents the eternal spirit of hope among the somali. that after all that has happen a few still believe.
Mohamed Jamal Mohamed (SIRAT)
Copyright ©2009
In the presence of kayos you can only be humbled by the affect
In the light of discussion heated words exchanged without regret
In the midst of the arid low lands of the somaal
From Europe passing Libya, Liberia and Senegal
In the African sunset a picture no painter can match the perfection
A herd of camels and a young boy with a wooden stick
Playing while camels graze seemingly not phased
No other land or herd or play ground he would pick
Draw closer and ask him the route Hargaysa
East from Jigjiga past laso canood he would wager
Ask him the way to Bosaso port
Go east to the beaches and look north
Out of interest ask him the distance between xamar and kismayo
He will reply a month’s walk then question waayo?
Ask him of the people who dwell in these lands
Seemingly 2 feet taller nose an inch to the north
Soft afro moving with the wind as if he is the wisest of all things
He exclaims this is the land of the Somali
Founded by a man here lives his children
We live in tribes and clans but united by blood honour and heritage
A Thousands years of tradition, we live with the land and we cherish it
Warriors, nomads and farmers
a land of poets us children shall inherit from our fathers
A Somali when ever in despair you see a hundred more there
Religion brings us our peace and our karma...
tears flows from you when you listen but your astonished by the absurdity
He then curiously asks if we have went to Adel and how goes the sultan
you ask who...he smiles...then grins...Breaks into laughter
And cries Axmad Gurey ofcourse
Undoubting his power and force he points his stick
And wonders if its his herd your after
Wondering back to the camels’ he turns to take another look
That picture alone you could draw in a thousand books
...we...are...one....
** ahmed gurey is a well known hero among the somalis yet lived a thousend years ago.
the boy represents the eternal spirit of hope among the somali. that after all that has happen a few still believe.
Mohamed Jamal Mohamed (SIRAT)
Copyright ©2009
Monday, March 8, 2010
Happy Birthday dad!
HE took my heart by force
HE shared my taught with others
HE got my back in every problems
HE smiles when am happy
HE cries when am not me
HE made me the one who i always wanted to believe in...
HE never step one feet away from me wherever i was and wherever i am
HE hold me in his arms like a 3 year child holding his doll
i cant find the words to shared with you
everything about him because these words doesn't exist
happy birthday papa
i love you
we love you
baz
05.03.10
0446 Am
Unity Park Pune, India
copyright 2010
HE shared my taught with others
HE got my back in every problems
HE smiles when am happy
HE cries when am not me
HE made me the one who i always wanted to believe in...
HE never step one feet away from me wherever i was and wherever i am
HE hold me in his arms like a 3 year child holding his doll
i cant find the words to shared with you
everything about him because these words doesn't exist
happy birthday papa
i love you
we love you
baz
05.03.10
0446 Am
Unity Park Pune, India
copyright 2010
Midka Oofta Kaba
Allahii awooddiis
ku alkumay adduunkee
ayaantaas qiyaamaha
markay arladu soo bixin
intii uurka u fadhiday
ashkatona u haysato
aadmiga badhkiisee
ku dul oogi amar weyn
aadmiguna weelayn
war uu waa inkirayee
amarkiisu fulayoow
Umadaha kan uumoow
midka oofta kaba oow
allahayoow Adigaa weyn
abuurkaagu taam yahay
arxankaagu badan yahay
amarkaana fulayaa
allahii ugaadhiyo
aadmiga abuuroow
Allahaan ammaantiis
iyo awoodduu leeyahay
afkaygu koobi karinee
kana aamusaynoow;
arageenna dhaayaha
Allaha noogu deeqee
ammaan noogu darayee
arrimaha layaabka leh
uunkani ku debberoow
Allaha aan had daalayn
Awoodiisna aan ognahoow
Allahay adduunyadu
Amarkiis ku socotoow
Allahii agoomaha
Anfacooda siiyoow
Allahii addoomaha
Aqoon oo dhan barayoow
Addinleyda socotiyo
Inta hawada duushiyo
Inta badda mushaaxdiyo
Inta duurka ku shirtaa
Allahay u noqonnoow
Allahii ayaamaha
Kor u dhaafshay afaroow
Allahii adoomaha
Astaantooda kala duway
Misna isku ekeeyoow
Allahii ay garashadu
Agtiis nooga timidoow
Adigaan awooddaa
Arxan kaa dalbaynaa
Adigaa abaabula
Amarkee Allahayoow
Na arsuq oo na taam yeel
Aakhirona abraartiyo
Ambiyadaada nala jiri.
Jowhar Maidhane
copyright 1994
ku alkumay adduunkee
ayaantaas qiyaamaha
markay arladu soo bixin
intii uurka u fadhiday
ashkatona u haysato
aadmiga badhkiisee
ku dul oogi amar weyn
aadmiguna weelayn
war uu waa inkirayee
amarkiisu fulayoow
Umadaha kan uumoow
midka oofta kaba oow
allahayoow Adigaa weyn
abuurkaagu taam yahay
arxankaagu badan yahay
amarkaana fulayaa
allahii ugaadhiyo
aadmiga abuuroow
Allahaan ammaantiis
iyo awoodduu leeyahay
afkaygu koobi karinee
kana aamusaynoow;
arageenna dhaayaha
Allaha noogu deeqee
ammaan noogu darayee
arrimaha layaabka leh
uunkani ku debberoow
Allaha aan had daalayn
Awoodiisna aan ognahoow
Allahay adduunyadu
Amarkiis ku socotoow
Allahii agoomaha
Anfacooda siiyoow
Allahii addoomaha
Aqoon oo dhan barayoow
Addinleyda socotiyo
Inta hawada duushiyo
Inta badda mushaaxdiyo
Inta duurka ku shirtaa
Allahay u noqonnoow
Allahii ayaamaha
Kor u dhaafshay afaroow
Allahii adoomaha
Astaantooda kala duway
Misna isku ekeeyoow
Allahii ay garashadu
Agtiis nooga timidoow
Adigaan awooddaa
Arxan kaa dalbaynaa
Adigaa abaabula
Amarkee Allahayoow
Na arsuq oo na taam yeel
Aakhirona abraartiyo
Ambiyadaada nala jiri.
Jowhar Maidhane
copyright 1994
Fake leaders
Fungicide leaders, funded by foolish Countries
Whose fundamental is, to kill the innocent men, women and their babies
To make the funerals full, failed leaders, gambling with their own land, for the sake of fame and money
The tired population want change, made possible by God and the gainful civil-engineers
Who have got a chance, a chance to overtake you by the name of peace-makers!
It's time now!
Ahmed Abdi
Copyright ©2010
Whose fundamental is, to kill the innocent men, women and their babies
To make the funerals full, failed leaders, gambling with their own land, for the sake of fame and money
The tired population want change, made possible by God and the gainful civil-engineers
Who have got a chance, a chance to overtake you by the name of peace-makers!
It's time now!
Ahmed Abdi
Copyright ©2010
I love Muslimah
I love a muslimah because she understands that competition is not why we are here on this land.
I love a muslimah because we both understand that if we strive as hard as we can, Jannah will be our end.
I love a muslimah because we complement each other like the right and the left hand,
I love a muslimah because she takes me as her man and her best friend,
I love a muslimah because she is the best place for a seed to be planted,
I love a muslimah because we are on this journey together with one plan.
I love a muslimah because when we see injustice we both take one stand.
I love a muslimah because she greets me with peace that just puts me at ease.
I love a muslimah because she reminds of the creator of all things when I need a helping hand.
I love a muslimah because Mohammed {SWA} did and as much as I can I want to be like him.
I love a muslimah because she is the only thing that I could keep, even after the very end…………
Insha-ALLAH.
Abdullah Hassen
Copyright © 2008
I love a muslimah because we both understand that if we strive as hard as we can, Jannah will be our end.
I love a muslimah because we complement each other like the right and the left hand,
I love a muslimah because she takes me as her man and her best friend,
I love a muslimah because she is the best place for a seed to be planted,
I love a muslimah because we are on this journey together with one plan.
I love a muslimah because when we see injustice we both take one stand.
I love a muslimah because she greets me with peace that just puts me at ease.
I love a muslimah because she reminds of the creator of all things when I need a helping hand.
I love a muslimah because Mohammed {SWA} did and as much as I can I want to be like him.
I love a muslimah because she is the only thing that I could keep, even after the very end…………
Insha-ALLAH.
Abdullah Hassen
Copyright © 2008
I am
You look at me with eyes of hate and scald me with your acid tongue
Even though you do not know me, you assume that I must be your enemy
As I speak, you analyse my words trying to find clues of my tribe
Let me tell you who I am and listen well as I describe
I am nomadic poetry spoken eloquently, embedded with wisdom flowing eternally
I am the sweet scent of shaah Somali shared between strangers who are also brothers
I am a warm Somali welcome enveloping all in love. A forever open door and what’s mine is yours
I am sheeko Somali loving told by grandmothers holding dear to these tales and watching as our culture derails
I am the sweet fragrance of uunsi in the afternoon welcoming all to a humble home
I am aqal Somali with my udub standing tall; as the mother beams with pride because for her I am better than any fortress in rome
I am the dutiful nomadic daughter tending to her adhi and at the same time weaving xaskul. Don’t you think that is cool?
I am the wisdom of axmed gurey and the courage of the sayid
I am the bravery of the darawiish and intelligence of the SYL
I AM SOMALI
I see you still want to know my tribe
Ok I will tell you but hear me loud and clear
I AM REER ADAM
Now what do you have to say about that my dear?
Asha Ali
Copyright © 2010
Even though you do not know me, you assume that I must be your enemy
As I speak, you analyse my words trying to find clues of my tribe
Let me tell you who I am and listen well as I describe
I am nomadic poetry spoken eloquently, embedded with wisdom flowing eternally
I am the sweet scent of shaah Somali shared between strangers who are also brothers
I am a warm Somali welcome enveloping all in love. A forever open door and what’s mine is yours
I am sheeko Somali loving told by grandmothers holding dear to these tales and watching as our culture derails
I am the sweet fragrance of uunsi in the afternoon welcoming all to a humble home
I am aqal Somali with my udub standing tall; as the mother beams with pride because for her I am better than any fortress in rome
I am the dutiful nomadic daughter tending to her adhi and at the same time weaving xaskul. Don’t you think that is cool?
I am the wisdom of axmed gurey and the courage of the sayid
I am the bravery of the darawiish and intelligence of the SYL
I AM SOMALI
I see you still want to know my tribe
Ok I will tell you but hear me loud and clear
I AM REER ADAM
Now what do you have to say about that my dear?
Asha Ali
Copyright © 2010
I am an Ogaden
I am an Ogaden, I was born to be.
Don't get me wrong, tribe means nothing to me.
But I see the onslaughter of my brothers.
So I make it my task to inform others.
I am hurting deep inside.
Many of my people are lined up and shot outside.
I am the voice of a nation whose words are subdued.
The enemy had a dream that they had pursued.
Colonial powers came and gave us away.
Our people they misguided and led astray.
My Somalia was shocked and horrified.
The day that they feared was here - they became terrified.
I switch on the tv and I hear about different nations,
But my Somali Galbeed is never mentioned and So I lost my patience.
Endless were my tears, and they began to flow.
In the meantime, the enemy killed, massacred, and many they would blow.
But who hears the cries of my Ogaden brothers?
I thought we were all in this together so that we may help others.
But I guess I was wrong my friends,
So now I hold my pen in my hands,
And I write and I write to deliver the message,
trying to deliver the cries of my people in every passage.
I promise that my cries will be heard someday.
I am for truth no matter what others say.
Come on my ummati, Wake up with me!
Take a good look at Somali Galbeed and tell me what you see!
*Somali Galbeed is "Western Somalia", otherwise known as Ogadenia.
*Ummati - "My Muslim nation"
Nimo Abdi Warfa
Copyright 2010
Don't get me wrong, tribe means nothing to me.
But I see the onslaughter of my brothers.
So I make it my task to inform others.
I am hurting deep inside.
Many of my people are lined up and shot outside.
I am the voice of a nation whose words are subdued.
The enemy had a dream that they had pursued.
Colonial powers came and gave us away.
Our people they misguided and led astray.
My Somalia was shocked and horrified.
The day that they feared was here - they became terrified.
I switch on the tv and I hear about different nations,
But my Somali Galbeed is never mentioned and So I lost my patience.
Endless were my tears, and they began to flow.
In the meantime, the enemy killed, massacred, and many they would blow.
But who hears the cries of my Ogaden brothers?
I thought we were all in this together so that we may help others.
But I guess I was wrong my friends,
So now I hold my pen in my hands,
And I write and I write to deliver the message,
trying to deliver the cries of my people in every passage.
I promise that my cries will be heard someday.
I am for truth no matter what others say.
Come on my ummati, Wake up with me!
Take a good look at Somali Galbeed and tell me what you see!
*Somali Galbeed is "Western Somalia", otherwise known as Ogadenia.
*Ummati - "My Muslim nation"
Nimo Abdi Warfa
Copyright 2010
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