Sheekooyin Qadhiidh ah

Fool iyo Bilays

Taladii baa ku cadaatay, dhulkii baa cidhiidhi ku noqday, meel uu u cararo ayuu garan laayahay, magaalkana wuu ku cusub yahay, oday ciroole ah oo ka ag dhawaa oo tusbax sitay ayuu naxariis iyo gargaar ka dayay oo ku yidhi “Adeer, xarunta booliska ee inoogu dhaw waa halkee?” Odaygii :”Adeer horey u soco ilaa 5 daqiiqo, laakiin maxaa dhacay adeer?” Ninkii oo neeftuuraya ayaa yidhi “Xaaskaygii baa foolanaysa!”

Cod xumaa oo wacanaa

Iyada oo heesaysa oo marti sharafka madadaalinaysa ayaa laba gabdhood oo hoos fadhiyay lahaayeen “Gabadhu cod xumaa maxaa fanka galiyay?” Way maqashay wayna isku naxday , mar qudha inta dhidid waawayn wajiga ka soo daatay ayay dhulka isu tuurtay, “fanaanadu  way suuxdaye ha la qabto” ayay labadii gabdhood la soo boodeen, iyada oo la sii sido ayay hadana yidhaahdeen “Eesh calaa fanaanad, Caawa party-gii waa inaga xumaaday hadii ay ka tagtay! Shidh.” ….Fanaanadii way dhoola-caddaysay..!!!

Most beautiful Moments....

The most beautiful moments in your life;
* When you live in peoples hearts without any cheat or deception..

* When you resist the Devil, and return to the Creator, knocking his door and he approves your repentance..

* When all around you understand what you want, so they lend a hand..

* When you supplicate to ALLAH, and your eyes like a river of tears, with a heart longing to see him..

* When you hear the crying of your first child, then you take him in your arms and give him all the safety and love..

* When you gloom for the meaningless years of your age, then you start the real work..
* When you get up in the morning and find that all the yesterday’s sins were erased.. 

I have read it on an email and I liked it...I might add.

*When you earn something you worked very hard for. You reap what you saw. 

A man's period!

Humans despite their gender are of the same chromosomes and genes , at the end of the day all of us are posterity of Adam & Hawa. Our body physiology is somewhat similar, our cells follow the same constitution known as the "Homeostasis".
From this extremely basic and superficial explanation its safe to infer that men should menstruate just like females and as I have postulated they also do, not by bleeding and abdominal cramps but by periodic spells of transient depression and feeling of nothingness.

Prolonged menstruation is pathological and always requires medical workup same goes for this periodic spells of males. A prolonged male period requires further analysis and management.

feeling of inadequacy, of weakness, of tardiness. Being in the midst of an antagonizing waves of drawbacks , you look up to the horizon and the waves seem limitless, you summon help and no one answers, you appeal for mercy but it goes in vain and the waves come bigger and mightier. that is my description of this periodic spells.

HOPE is the only medicine here, giving up on Hope is detrimental and devastating...HOPE will save the day, Dreaming is the mother of Hope, Keep dreaming to have hope and keep hoping for better to survive..its a divine promise to Never give up on Allah's Mercy...

30 things to do before I turn 30

Things to do before I turn 30 years old INSHALAH ----All selfish and personal---With no specific order....once I write one thing, I will never delete it , therefor I will be careful picking up things because I need to fixate to on them.

1)Keep posting on this blog.
2)Have a big beard
3)Graduate from Medical school.(Inshalah in Few months, Inshalah)
4)At least be in medical residency program Inshalah
5)Learn Quran by heart Inshalah (last shot, after 30 I can't)
6)Tour all neighboring East African Countries (Simple yet hard)
7)Get rid of my beautiful tummy (Needs commitment)
8)Abandon FB! (I am addicted to FB, I just need to stop logging in)
9)Fall in love in Medicine ( I need to)
10)Kiss my DAD and Mom.!
11)Go to gym for a full month (Phew!)
12)buy an iPhone/Samsung galaxy albeit I don't know the differnce (People have been talking about it a lot)
13)Try Lobster! (Yuck!)
14)Learn a new language.
15)Go on a week of Khuruuj. 
16)See NALA .
16) Updating........................................................

Nabad iyo Caano! (Peace and Milk) --Part 1--

Bandhiga Asbuuca - “Duullaan” - Asle Niniile, Golol Art Gallery 1983 (Keydmedia.com)

Somali people never knew peace in their short history, One can never Imagine Somalis without war, it was their  ritual, Thus men were divided to Wadaad "Man of Religion" and Waranle "Man of war". Wadaads "Men of Religion" were part of what Somalis called Bir-ma-gaydo "included women, children etc". Waranle's had a code to never put down your spears and be prepared "Hubka dhulka ha dhigin"  in Fact Waran in somali means "Spear" hence waranle "The one with spear".  

Peace for Somalis was a luxurious word along with Milk, rarely you get both. to have full stomach and sleep with peace was heaven on earth. thus Somalis pray for each other by saying "Nabad iyo Caano", Peace and milk. During times of prosperity old grudges resurface and lust for bloodshed is apparent on the red eyes of a nomad. 

Men no matter what and where unless bound by some form of intellectual or moral code are stomach-minded "Calooshii la ciyaar" . If the mind is not nourished and allowed to develop and grow in a healthy way, stomach takes over. For the Somali waranle stomach is the cerebral cortex and the only code of ethics he follows is that of manhood "Raganimo" . 

Animals are stomach-minded, they live to eat and kill to live "law of jungle". Humans as the almighty intended should be superior and think further, think of  what lies beyond, raise  questions why? How? what? etc and get involved in the eschatology and after-life destiny. A purposeful human is the one that only eats to live. A human have emotions and feelings. Feelings and emotions are different from the basic instincts possessed  by animals such as protecting progeny and lust for mating. 

Waranle is an animal that can speak, decide, give and take orders. To a Waranle spilling human blood is like spilling a chalice of milk- sometimes even milk is more valuable!. the sanctity of human life is a concept the stomach can't understand. The idea is not that Waranle is a barbaric savage but he is not far from it. 

In an arid and harsh climate combined with the scarce friends and abundant foes, there was no place for softness in the Somali peninsula. quoting a well known Somali poet will convey the message.
Meeshaad lix ku joogtaan dagaal laabta ka ogaada.
Hadii luqunta la idin jaro, Lugaha meermeersha.

Comrades! If your numbers amount to six, be prepared for a raid.
If the enemy cuts your throats, keep kicking with your legs!

Focusing on Somali literature is enough to infer the warrior culture that somalis inherited from their ancestors!.

Midho aan Jaleecay.

Onkod roobku ma daayo
Anna taaha ma daayo
Anna taa ma ilaawo
Jacayl ood rogan maayo.
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Ifkaa la isu tudhaayee
Iilka la isma gar gargaroo
Aboor la iskama baajee
Nabsi hayga amaahan
Axdigii na dhex yiiliyo
Ha iloobin aqoontii.

~Onkod, Abdi Tahliil

I let you go.....May you be better , find better.....

The Euphoria of being in love is addictive and magically rare, the aroma of love is more captivating than a freshly picked frankincense from the mountains of punt, the halo of love is innocent yet dangerously treacherous.

The most bedazzling character of love that always touched me in a special way will be the ultimate and limitless sacrifices we always come up with...A man like me, gossiped by many to be selfish - albeit judged wrongly because of my aloof personality - can go off limits for love. Time, money, energy and even one's own soul is sacrificed in an instant, hence martyrdom for love is commonly encountered in anecdotes of love. 

according to my own personal experience the utmost form of sacrifice is the ability to fight off our selfish desires and decide to let go of a beloved for their own good. Once you see sorrow and sadness due to impending struggle in the eyes of your beloved and you realize that letting them go and letting them be is the only cure, then there is no running from it.

Although difficult hurting and sad, although letting go is similar to suicide , you see your beloved and you know they are out there, they love you back but you will never have them is just worse than suicide. finally  what matters is the happiness of that other person because loving someone is not only about having them (that is lust) but its about thinking about them and wishing them happiness no matter what, with us or without us, after all their happiness is our happiness too ...what matters is that they know we loved them and we will always, we may put it in a chamber in our heart but their love will never ever fade or cease to exist because love because love is not a mere 4 alphabet word its a whole world experienced by a lucky few ^_^ ......The END of the most beautiful Chapter..... "may be not"  I mutter.

Midho aan odorosay......Qaybtii 1aad

Suugaantu waxa ay leedahay Jaadad badan, badiyaa hal-abuurka waxa loo adeegsadaa in lagu bandhigo dareen ka soo burqanaya qofka alifaya oo uu rabo in uu is dhaafiyo amase uu dadka tuso amaba   ku hadlo uun oo xoogay nafisaad ah dareemo.

Suugaanta Soomaalida waxa qayb wayn ka ah "Heesaha". Heesaha waxa ku ladhan laxan iyo muusik, cod halaasi ahina waa ku luuqeeyaa. Dhalinyartu heesaha waa xiiseeyaan oo qofba meel baa ka xiiseeyaa.
Anigu waxaan ahay dadka qiimayn gaar ah siiya midhaha heesaha kolkolna sida bini-aadamka oo dhan muusikada ayaan xoogay madaxa la lulaa.

Muddo ayaan waxa aan ururinayay midhaha ku jira heesaha ee si gaar ah ii soo jiitay....qormadani waa taxane aan ku soo qori doono midhaha aan soo xushay una bixiyay Midho aan odorsay.

Lahashada naftaydiyo
Caqligaa lagdamayoo.
Leexadan i sidatee
Maankayga labaysaa 
~Laalays (hibo nuura) 
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Waligii nin liitiya
Jacaylkuu wadeecaa
Taladiisa wiiqaa
Waxyeelaa kuu gaadhee
waxyeelaa ku gaadhoo

Jacayl wali ma leeyahay?
Waan-Waan Ma leeyahay?
Waanada ma Qaataa?
Ma wanaajiyaa ruux?
*Waan kuu Warramayaa (Qalinle) 
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 Allahayaw nin jeeb madhan
Ka janjeedho xaajadu
Caawimaada jecelaa
~Nin Jeeb madhan (Digfeer)
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Dulqaad baan kaa rabaa
Dadaal anigaa hayee
Alla deeqdana baxshee
Aduu daacad ii ahaw
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Roobka soo Qaw law Qadhqadhay
Qaawanaantayduu arkaa
ee qudhayda Xageen dhigaa
Hidii oo hidii oo hidii dii oo hidii
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Sida ruux la dhalaybaan
Kuu dhooddhooliyaayoo
Dhabta kugu hayaayoon
Dhibta kaa ilaashaa
~Dhakhtar baysu keen qoray (Maxamed Burco)
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Axdi jaba abaal luma
kaa eegi maaye
igadh iyo maqaarkeed 
inagoo ahaanaan 
ku adkeeyay heestee
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Marti goor xun socotada
adiga oon gasiin hayn
geeluna imraanayn 
iyo gaabanaw adhi!
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Anigoo qab weynoo
Quudhsada haweenkaa
Qoraxyahay gudaysaa
Maankayga qaadee
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Weelkaagu hadaanu buuxin
Waxsaarku ku qaban ogaa
weedhaadu itaal yaraa
walalakaa kolay ku tahay
waydiintu waydaysanaa
waxhayntu mar fiicanaa
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Cakuye caku
Cakuye naag madaw
cidlaa ka roon
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 markaad wada jirkeenii
iyo weheshi diidaan
ana kali wareegoo
wasiisi baan ku maqanahe
~inaan wali ku jecelahay (gacayte) 
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Rumblings in a cold night (ama lug hay ama lag hay)

It’s freezing and cold

It’s the season of the mold

It’s the winter that I scold.

I am hibernating and on hold

 I might even be bold

but never able to say behold

and take this piece of gold

as a token for my eternal love

I wish if I could hug

Another being I can tug

To my bed and then we snug.

Golden decade of 20s.... Where Hubris started!

The zenith of a human is in  the 20s.... The decade to remember and cherish; physically one feels he is mightier than a raging bull, mentally the capabilities are limitless, emotionally rock solid, unlimited aspirations, constantly ailing loins!, outlook to life is always positive because simply everyone believes when in this age "They Can be", if you want to be president "you can be", if you want to be a doctor "you can be", if you want to be married to the beautiful girl who lives nextdoor  "you can do" .... impossibility is secluded to a narrow space. possible, we can, yes, simple, it will come with time, etc....

Losing hope at this decade is like losing war before going to the battlefield, after this decade what you might end in life, and where you can reach is almost always obvious, in the 20s the limits are drawn and boundaries of ones dreams are laid.

Taking risks and having adventures are only possible in this decade, because you have the chance of 'coming back', you have time and energy to make a mistake your past. the most self changing decisions are made in this decade. A human is crafted at this decade.

20s are the spring of a lifetime, but bodily desires are the killer at this age. Albeit Satan will help generously (Physically) , its not because of his altruistic personality but he will exchange providing carnal needs by a one way ticket to the the eternal home of Satan in the afterlife. "What a price to pay for a physiological bodily function"  
At this decade,  there are many conflicting emotions, Some are hot in nature and others are warm, There is no place for cold emotions in its dictionary. It is the thermodynamic state between Hot and warm that makes a twentieth unstable physically and mentally.

Waanigaa Qiyaas li'i

Qumuc iyo kulayl baa
Qalbigay gubaayoo
Qotonkiyo socodkii
Hurdadii ka qarwoo
Qaban waayay gogoshii.


Waanigaa qiyaas li'i
Qarka dumay hebeenkii
Qorqoraaya weedhiyo
Qaraafa-dhug waawayn.

Waanigaa Qiyaas li'i
Qadhqadhaaya kaligay
Qawadayaa ruuxii
Qisaskayga dhuganee
Ila qaadi murugada.

Qaadirkaase doonoo
Qadarkiisa weeyiye
Quraankaasi ii dhiib
Qiblada aan abaaroo
Ku ducaysto Qayrkiyo
Ruuxdanoo Qabawdee........

My Mom

In the middle of the long lengthy nights
Sleep abandons me.sitting alone with bright lights
I think, contemplate and imagine my plights
they come in groups, in tribes and in Gega-bytes.

My mother is sick, aching and in lot of pains
the only woman  I trusted and loved with no restrains
in her womb I lived  rent free and her heart I took domains
on her food I thrived for months and galloped in piles
selfishly her flesh I took and drank her veins

she endured my delivery through the labor pains
I was there screaming ,"Hi I am here with a lot more strains"
Her Freedom I hijacked and put in chains
I treated her like mine, at all with no bill of rights
But my mom was happy and she always maintains
my pleasure and happiness she always sustains

Here in the land of strangers named the Moors
I grieve and moan with everything that rhymes
although my eyes are dry and I am faking smiles
Deep down my heart is flooding and torn to isles

May Allah grant you instant Health...
Allaha ku caafiyo Hooyo macaan..

Everybody falls in love..

Everybody falls in love
no matter how high above
or how low they buff

at first the love we admit
then on the knees we get
to gently ask the hit...

Anigoo qabwaynoo
Quudhsada haweenkaad
Qorraxyahay gudaysaa
Maankayga Qaadee...

10/10/2012 special night..I will always remember..

Rumblings of a Broke Student...

In one Damned night, Utterly broke... I Hummed those 'incorrect' but 'appropriate' words....Poverty is the worst Enemy of Humanity.....Nothing Serious only rumblings of a broke student..

Although we deny it

In grace we hide it

With pride we duck

From the truth that suck

Money is the master

The mover and shaker

For issues that matter

In our lives but not after

Money is the lover

When you need a partner! 

Money is the teacher

When you need chapter

Money is the dagger

When you need a fighter

Money is the speaker

When you need a talker

‘Tis through the money

We gain a status

And people in throngs

They bow before us

Living the Moment!

Due to Certain unfortunate events working in tandem, new doors of consecutive epiphanies have been cracked open to me. I was never the contemplating type of person; don’t mention to be a dreamer too. I was a spontaneous person, with dreams but with instant and present tense strategies. My visions were never with a planned charter or a draft. I was a ‘today’ person, a pity loafer and a textbook example of a procrastinator.

I utterly despised my extremely flawed persona, I knew something big is wrong with me, I knew I should start being a planner, a punctual person, a strict law abiding human.

That was all true until recently, due to some ‘unfortunate events working in tandem’ I had the greatest epiphany of all, an ‘eye-opener’, I am still that pity loafer, that textbook procrastinator, but now I have reached inner peace that my way of living is the perfect way of living for anybody, not only me.

Human Being is Weakling. All what we does, did or do is already planned by Allah Caza Wa jal. If someone is destined to Jannah then he is going to do the deeds of Ahlu janna and if someone is destined to Jahanam then he is going to do the deeds of Ahlu jahanam. It is all written by the almighty.

From this simple but echoic sentence, I engaged in a short conversation with my simple heart and mind. We all agreed that there is no point in being detained for the ghost of “what will happen?” there is no point in being a captive of the Life, There is no point in worrying about future, After all who knows if I am ever going to make it for the next day.

Living in the moment is not as bad as it sounds, that is true only if it’s employed in the correct manner. It involves choosing the appropriate option at every minute of your life, As long as you have the ability to choose. Many consecutive right decisions make up for an acceptable life, For example, a student deciding to study now then later ( that same moment) , Praying Salah now rather than later (the moment) etc….

Mishaps of a Sanfuur

Sanfuur is a derogatory term given to university freshman. According to Jordan's paradigm, Sanfuur-Hood is characterized by naive thoughts and silly questions. The drivel comments that are usually made by sanfuurs are looked upon with pity and the clever remarks they come up with are intentionally neglected and if the sanfuur insists on his idea he is scornfully frowned upon. I once heard the word "sanfuur" traces its origins back to some cartoon show.
A Somali proverb goes "Geel laba Jir soo wada mar" which loosely translates to "every camel was once a suckling" 5 years ago, I myself - the senior – was a sanfuur, I was at the very bottom of the food chain, luckily I was one of the few sanfuurs that survived with no circulating funny anecdotes o

f their sanfuur-hood, How was that possible , well ""The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."~Einstein

We have many friends with riposte tales, Start with Hassan who fell for the cliché of "Fadal macaana"(فضل معانا) and followed our Omani neighbors ,with their bewilderment they served him a cold tea from the night before. On another occasion with the company of Mohamoud they went to the grocery store and they fell for another cliché "Khaliiha caleena"(خليها علينا) and they left without paying for what they have purchased.
But Kainun tops them all; He 'borrowed' a spoon from university, rubbed on a girl's hair with the watch of her mother and briefly stole a water bottle from some lady in the university cafeteria and many others. For a complete year I thought falafel contained meat Hence I was known to ingest and even gobble large quantities of falafel.

There are other apocryphal stories with anonymous protagonists like the guys who went to buy food seasonings (بهارات) and they didn't know what it was called therefore they went all the way to literally draw food seasonings on a piece of paper for the shopkeeper. How would you draw Seasonings! it beats me...

There are two ways to survive sanfuur-hood, first by being an obedient lackey "dhiidh" or by being fiercely independent anarchist and never hang around other sanfuurs, in order to prevail you should rub shoulders with the elite. Another important trick is to never ever share your mishaps with anyone "Hadal intuu afkaaga ku jiro ayuu amaano yahay" "thy words are yours, till you open thy mouth". ...

My Jordan Memoirs

It was a freezing day in the month of February, Me and  what was merely my travel companions back then -but later on turned out to be great friends- were enthusiastically wondering what lies ahead of us. 

With the strength of an ox and the gusto of recently wedded groom, I pushed my cart and never looked back.  Ahmed; an older student who has been there for  a semester earlier coincidently happened to be on our same flight - a real raconteur who made the trip last only a second-  called at me "slow down and wait Adnan" 

Marching together like a Soviet army parading in front of an oppressive dictator we made our way through the narrow corridor and suddenly we appeared to a throng of people , They were of all shades but the Somali visage can never be missed.

A group of Somali students were waiting to welcome us in this strange man's land, we started hugging and handshaking in the Somali way, the amicable feelings that they depicted was in someway soothing and it lowered the discontent I was feeling which was mainly from the pealing laughter of a receptionist after I said "Anaa uriidu" Two words I never used again.

My companions, Hassan and Mohamoud each started to get busy, Mohamoud a very pious man was griping about his lack of sleep and there was dark halo around his eyes suggestive of accumulated fatigue he endured for the 30 hours journey, in addition his insides were in the monsoon season and to him it was sounding like the gale-forced winds that accompanies an equatorial rain. Hassan on the other hand was a jocular man and suddenly started entertaining the crowd and they listened like a jealous wife   lends an ear to the words of a soothsayer, he was sitting near sh. Mohamed to whom they were acquainted back in Borama. I retreated to an inherent silence only answering in short sentences and I took a window seat when we departed the airport.

At this time of the year, Jordan is cold but rainy; everywhere I look it was green, endless meadows with lush grasses which oneself can wallow carelessly like a nubile girl that is thunderstruck by the arrows of cupid!

I was cognizant to the Mediterranean climate only through geography books but experiencing it first hand was a whole different thing.

 

Soonku daranaa maanta! Eebaw Aqbal

 Maalinkan Kulul ee Milica Darani dhacayo, Soonkuna noo socdo....

Ma anuun baa

Misa waa oon

Milic iyo sirir

Nafta moostoo

malkinaayoo

maanta noo yimi?

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soonka milaygani

Mawlihii baa

mu'miniintiyo

Muslinkoo idil

ka mid yeelee

bal magaagiyo

Muusannawgani

Cadnaan maandhaw

Meeris yara gali!

Let us take the Mighty Pens..

The people of the Horn has started to believe in Eduction, it is the booming trend, they simply started to realize that "Ignorance Kills", that Reading and Writing are our only salvation from this Doom circle that we are abound in. They Started to realize that Books are the candles of civilizations and pens are its spears. when taken care of, books will guide us to right path, marka sayaxa la badana waadaan inaga ridaya. That is a peak of hope, Because we are the nation of Iqra'a ,and the first word to be revealed to the Prophet (Salaa Alaahu calayhi wa salam) was Iqara'a "Read".

A pity loafer

A pity loafer I am
Who's hiding in the lum
Not wanting to sweep
Or the chores complete
At the bottom I dwell
And on my bed I swell

On darkness I thrive
And the light I despise
A pity loafer I am.

Waxaan u soo Joogay :!

Dharaar waliba sheeko cusub bay la timaad, Qorax walba oo soo baridaana waayaheeda ayay leedahay. Maalin tu kale sawaabisaa ma jirto, mid waliba waa aroor gooni ah iyo foof cusub.

Waqtigu intaasi wuu is gurayaa, wuu ordayaa, wuu ruclaynayaa, xaguuse igu wadaa? ma godkii Aakhiro iyo iil!.

Hadii Dunida lagu waarayoo daayin noqonayso, Nabi Maxamed (NNKH) baan laga direen goor la joogaba'e.

Yaqiinta ama dhabta qudha ee noole beenin karaa jirin waa geerida, Maalin kasta warkeeda ma li'in oo hebel baa go'ay iyo heblaayo ayaa hoyatay way ina soo gaadhaa. Dabcan dhaawaca iyo xanuunka geeridu inagu kala wayn laakiin sidii umusha waan ilawnaa oo muddo markay kasoo wareegto, giraantii nolosha ayaynu halkii ka eryanaa.

Ilaahay Qof kasta gooni buu ka dhigay, gooni baa loo abuuray, aakhirana gaar ayaa loo xisaabinayaa. Ruuxna ruux kale la waydiin maayo! Aadamaw waa adiga iyo Eedaadkaa....
Sida taas oo kale nolosha qof wali noolyahay wacdaro iyo waayo gaar bay leedahay, badhaadhe iyo jab gaar ah bay leedahay, Madaw iyo cadaan gaar ah bay leedahay, dad iyo duunyo gaar ahna way leedahay.

Baryaha Tirada kooban ee faro-ku-tiriska ah ee aan jiray, Dhul badan baan maray, dad badana waan arkay, Laakiin saamaynta ay igu yeesheen kala fog oo kala balaadhan, maalmuhuna kala dhadhan iyo xusuus macaan.

Inaan mareegtan cid waliba dheeganayso kaga sheekeeyo waayahayga ma jecli, Laakiin qof waliba hadii uu dib u raaco waayihiisa, dib u fiirsho waxa soo maray, runtii waxa uu arki karaa in Buugag dhan ka qoranyihiin, waad muraaqoon mararka qaar oo adiga oo muusoonaya ayaad is arki, mararka qaarna waad murugoon oo adiga oo wajiga is galiyay baad dareemi.

Dad aadan baryahan xusin ayaa mar qudha sida danabka ku jiidhi doona, qaar kalana galladahooda ayaa tirada ka bixi, Hadii aad si gun dheer u sii xusuusato, dad ayaad dareemi inay noloshaada qayb wayn ka qaateen oo ay wax ka gaysteen abuurkaagan maanta nool ...

Hadaba "Abaal raaga rag baa lehe" , Ha iloobin dadkaasi..

Maxaan u soo joogay hadaba?

Waxaan u joogay, Waayahayga gaarka ah, Weedhahooda kala duwan, Wajigooda sooca ah.

=Sanad-Guuradii 40-aad ee ka soo wareegtay Qoritaanka AF-Soomaaliga

Dhalashada afkaygiyo
Dhigashada Fartaydaan
Kaga baxay dhibaatoo
Hawlihii ku dhaafee.
Waa inaan ku dhaataa afkayga!
~Hadraawi

Weedhahaasi ma dhab baa misa waa dhalanteed, Hadii dharaartii afka la qoray lagu dhaadanayay, maanta waaba laga dhalaalayaa, Hadii Afkani hadli lahaa, oo dhawaaqi lahaa, calaacal lamuu fadhiisteene, Inkaar iyo habaar ayuu dusha inooga tuuri lahaa, carabkiisa wax wacan oo ina sheegaya kamay soo baxeen.

Miskiinkan Laxashka Saaran, een Miciin iyo lahayn cid u gargaaraysa, Miskiinkan Milica xagaaga iyo haamadayga Jiilaalku isu waydaarteen, Miskiinkan Qorax waloo soo baxdaa rukun ka reebto, Golcas walba iyana Raxan ka qaado.

"Wixii la qoraa, Quruumo Hadhee, Muxuu Hadal qiimo leeyahay"
~Cabdi Sinimoo

Imisa Hanad baad afbartay, Imisa Aftahan baad Ilhaamisay, Imisa Abwaan baad Laaskaaga u hibeysay. Badanaa oo Badanaa galladahaagu, Yaraase ruux ciddina dhahoo wax kuu quudhay, Wax kale garan maayee, Caaqsanaa Awlaadaadu!

Waxba yaan hadalku Ila durkine waxaan ku soo duubay

Af-yahaw Irdhoobayee, Aduunyada ku gaamuray, Aayahaagu daranaa!,
Hadii aad nin door tahay, Kolay waad aragtoo, Adba waad qiyaastaye ,
Arladani dusheeda, Ayaamaad ku leedoo, Iilkii baa ku sugayee,
ina aad dhawaatay, Afar-laydan Bukaanka ah, iyadaa markhaati ah...
aan soo dhaweeyee, wacanaw afkaygaw,Arrintii xumaatee, miyaan ku aroosnaa!,

Suugaanta Dhalaanka

"Daayeer iyo Ilmo dhalaan ah , Daawashadooda lagama daalo"

Caruurtu waa Bilicda nolosha sida Eebe Ku xusay Quraanka, Caruuri waa beer, Waa Mucjisooyin luga leh, Markay ay dhoolaha kala furaan ee ay qoslaan, Xadhko ayaa ku dhaqaaqa markaasaad sidii cuudka oo kale kolba Cod iyo jabaq adiguuni aad maqlayso kaa soo yeedhaa, Xasilaad baad gashaa oo daal iyo diif wixii ku saarnaa mar qudha ayay kaa dagaan.
Markay ay soo gurguurtaan ama soo xamaartaan ama ay soo talaabsadaan ee ay goshaada ku dagaan si lama filaan ah ayaad u muusootaa,oo waxaad is aragtaa adiga oo labada dabaq ee ilkahaagu dibada yaalaan.
Dhalaanka Codadkood iyo weedhahooda aan badiyaa la dhugan karin lana fahmi karin ayaa dhagta u ah nasiimo , Hadii ay dhaguhu wax xalaal ah oo Eebahay baneeyay ku raaxsanayaan waa dhawaqa shimbiraha, Codka dhalaanka iyo Quraanka.
Haddaba Abuurkan Waalidkiisu u qabo Muxubada aan xuduudka iyo shuruuda lahayn ayaa waxa uu u sameeyay tixo iyo tiraabo soo jiidasho leh, Gaar ahaan dhinaca hooyooyinka oo iyagu ka sakow xublada sagaalka bilood iyo xanuunka fooshee, quudiya oo saba dhalaankan ilaa inta uu labadiisa lugood ku istaagi karo, kama hadhaane isagoo ciroole ah ayay wali is waydiiyaan talow caawa sidee buu ku laday? saaka siduu ku baryay?muxuu ku suganyahay? iwm.

Maadaama ayna jirin meelo kayd ah oo badiyaa loogu hagaago walxahan oo kale ayaa aniga oo xusuustayda la kaashanaya xagani aan ku xusay qadhiidh yar oo ka tirsan suugaantaas loo tirin jiray dhalaanka. Badiyaa intan waxa aan ka maqlay Ayayday (AUN) oo walaalahay kuwa iga yaryar iyada oo u qaadaysa ay dhagtaydu xadi jirtay.

Suugaantan lafteedu Ilmaha aad ayay uga caawin jirtay barashada afkan soomaaliga. Dad haatan waawayn ayaa aan fahmayn macnaha tuducyo badan laakiin waxaan odhanayaa, waa nasiib xumidiin hadii markaad yaraydeen ama idinkoo waynba meel agtiina ah laga qaadin.

Ta kale ee muhiimka ahi waxa ay tahay inaad taqaan ama horey u maqashay qaabka loogu dhawaaqayo ama loogu luuqaynayo oo iyadu dhadhan gooni ah u yeelaysa.
inta badan waxa ay wadaagaan ""Huwaay Huwaay Huwaayaaa"

Adoo xalxaleetinaaya
Adoo xeebaha gudbaaya
Adoo xamar yare ku jooga
Adoo gabdho xoominaaya
Ayaan xalay kugu riyooday
oooon xalay kugu riyooday"Huwaay Huwaay Huwaayaaa"
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Ayaa dilay oo dagaalay
ayaa Dakharada ku jiiday
Ninkii dilay dayni maayo
Dagaal baa naga dhaxeeya
dab iyo qool baan u qaadan
"Huwaay Huwaay Huwaayaaa"

Tan iyo ta soo socota marka ilmahu ooyo ayaa lagu sabaa.

Ma naaskii baa gabnoobay
Gabnoobay ood godol ka wayday
ma geelii baa arooray
arooroo oon ku raagay
ma aabaa kaa socdaalay
socdaaloo socod ku raagay "Huwaay Huwaay Huwaayaaa"


Hooyadaa Ma joogtoo
Kabaheegay qaadatay
Kor iyo koonfur aaday
Geel-jire helyaa mooyi
Geed seexataa mooyi.

Tubaakada iyo Badbaadada Qoyska

Geedi ayaa xilli golcastu sii dhacaysay inta uu seeftii galka ka siibay, Dibi damaan ah oo reerka u joogay Gawracay, Ardo oo xaaskiisa ahayd baa ku tidhi "Geedaw ma marti baa imanaysa" , Hadal umuu celine farogorgor intuu u dhiibay baa iyadii oo afka dhiig ka hoorayo dhulka hawaarsatay, Kamuu hadhine Xanjaadka ayuu laad u galiyay
markaas buu ku yidhi "Naago Naxariis iyo Jilayc waxba kuma lahee Ardooy Jiilaal cusub baa ku bilawday ma anigaad xoolahayga waxaan ka yeelayo i waydiinaysaa"

Wiil 2 gu'u Jira oo Geedi curadkiisa ah baa oohin la fadhiistay, Geedi inta uu xagiisii ku dhaqaaqay, Ardo ayaa inta ay kor u booday cunugii isku duubtay. "caruuri waa beere" , markuu ku dhawaaday ayuu miyirsaday oo is yidhi ma sabigaas baad gacan ula tagaysaa?
Inta uu shaydaankii iska naari ayuu geed waadaan ah oo reerka ku agdhawaa hoos fadhiistay.

Ardo oo yaaban oo wali amakaag dhabanada la haysata, ayaa mar ay fiidkii tahay Geedii soo kacay oo xageedii u soo dhaqaaqay. naxdin aawadeed ayaa ardo wadnaheegu dhag dhag la hayaa, markuu dul istaagay buu yidhi . "Ardooy Imisaan ku lahaa Xoolahayga waxa aan ka yeelayo ha i waydiin, Imikana wixii dhacay dhacye, oo dibigii dhiin waakaa bakhtigiisii i hor yaal taas baana murugo iigu filane!!, Dibiganu miyaad garanaysaa!!, aheey ah, Naa soco Hilibkiisa uun aan calfadee ii soo kari"

Ardo Juuq kale iyada oo aan bixin way kacday oo xagaa iyo bakhtigii dhiin bay u dhaqaaqday.

Dhacdadani mid ku cusub may ahayn Ardo, oo afarta gu'u ee ay Geedi ooridiisa ahayd, dhawr jeer ayuu sidani waa saleelee oof qaadsiiyay. Sidoo kale Ragga dagaanka oo idilba sidii uu sigaarku u soo galayba Naf kagama ay kicin oo dumarkooda oo mar kasta oo xaraaradu timaad ba bahalkiina lawaayo cadho iyo meel ka dhacba waa la sugayaa.

Ka Qayb Qaado la dagaalanka Tubaakada oo badbaadi Ardo iyo dumarka la midka ah.

Badbaadada Qoysku waa Aasaaska bulshada.

A Wikipedia Blackout!!!

Wikipedia has been around for the last decade, giving away knowledge to all those who could access the World wide web, enlightening our minds, taking darkness away, feeding our curiosity, unfolding the mysteries of this universe, and if there is another universes wikipedia would have written about it too, All that without a dime….

I still Remember the Day that I was introduced to my dear friend “Wikipedia”, I was in high school and that day I kept surfing through it, it puzzled me, it was a mind boggling experience.

It was love from first sight, but today I realized that Wikipedia is no longer a website on the internet it is part of my daily routine, it is a guru that we seek wisdom from, it is a fountain that irrigates our minds with easy accessible knowledge.

I am sure that wikipedia was started on good intentions, for that it flourished until we can see where it have reached today, 15 million articles, another proof is people are helping it grow by the second, one may argue that wikipedia is a flawed research tool, they are right but so be it because wikipedia helped us exchange knowledge, from north – south east-west, once we insert wikipedia address and click enter, we step into a whole different world, a room that all humans sit down and talk, Wikipedia is a new BABEL…

I urge my fellow Wikifans to protest by the Blog and the Keyboard to save the soverignty of our shared Loved “Wikipedia”