2013...a year to remember.

2013 in my memories. 

Each moment in our life is remembered in a unique way, incidents leave their colourful paintings in our minds or they inflict ugly long-lasting scars. Last year was just the same as the previous last few years, nothing special. 2011,2010,2009,2008 were, all the same, a piece of the same cloth, the same dance and tempo. 

Not this time, 2012 is when I found my Venus! , it was when I met my Hodan and my Juliet. Love is like virginity, once taken its gone forever, this time I am deflowered,  not physically but my heart is besieged by the Trojan of her passion. I was not deprived of womenfolk and I had my fair share of dates, and real-life Love plays, solely driven by the demon of lust and corporeal desires. since my early teens although I am not endowed by what women may call "Sexy" but when I drive my lips apart and start articulating words, their jaws drop, hypnotized and suddenly my physical attributes were compensated. I recall once a  lady who dreaded the language said "You make the irritating Somali language desirable and Romantic", Ironically, I don't know what would "Romantic" translate to Somali but I always replied by an abstract from a hadith ""Indeed some forms poetry are wisdom and some forms of speech are magical." NNKH

 This lady, Frankly have nothing special and it confused me a while, Why?, but then I concluded, Just like everything else "Jacaylku waa calaf" Love is destiny. my philosophic and psychological analysis of this was that I enjoyed the challenge!. All the women I have been in relationships with were all a cliche, nothing special, just the normal Xaliimo  and Jaamac talk. This lady approaching her was a taboo, Marrying her would be a heinous act of sacrilege to my conservative family but for the magical feeling of love , I found enjoyment in going against them in this matter as long as I am not displeasing the Omnipotent. After all who am I to abide by rules that are set by some great great great grandfather who is now struggling with his after-life, who am I to live by the mistakes of that Jaamac, that would be wrong and plain stupidity...Human is all about evolving and saying NO to what is wrong...Freedom and Equality should not just be words. 

Love is possession. my folks are gossiped to be experienced soothsayers, but the best of soothsayers can never forecast a coming possession of love. I see no other beauty than hers "Jaaheega nuurka leh, baa i jiidanaayee, Juuq uma idhaahdeen, Hadaan Jari karaayee"   ~Qalinle.  I have tried to describe her in many ways but finally I concluded that her beauty is the Somali beauty, her classic somali visage, her literally golden skin complexion and her million camels smile just are nutrition to the heart before the eyes. I feel comfort that the last time I felt at my mothers lap with her, her laugh is makes me laugh, her little imperfections are even attractive no matter how disgusting they are.....I don't want to speak like the love struck teenager here, but thanks to her she makes me reincarnates the teen inside of me.

Shame is not falling in love, shame is never falling in love. now what remains is that I go against my family and a whole hypocritical judging community, but I don't care, as I believe Allah is beside me in this. All what I ask dear dear reader is your genuine prayers....May 2013 be the year of my victory.

Sannad Waliba hoodiyo, hawl iyo dhibaatiyo, wuxu hadimo leeyahay. 
waa laga helaayoo, hadhaw lagu xusuustaa.. 
Kii noo hagaagee, noqo loo han-waynyahay...
Aaamiin. 

My Jordan memoirs; Part two

After  couple of hours on the road we arrived at the town that I am going to spend nearly 7 years of my life, Irbid. Its strange how a place I  heard of a week ago will literally hijack the most beautiful years of my life, my "dhalinyarnimo" my young adulthood years, the prime and cream of my lifetime, in return Irbid will generously provide a handful experiences that  will help me further in my life, in addition to my primary goal, Kartoonka Jaamacada, The Carton that my university certificate is.

Although I was  cold-struck and shivering, the excitement and mysterious expectations that lies ahead have intrigued me. I was bestowed with an extra bout of energy I never thought I had, a surge of liveliness was running through my veins, I was  thirsty to know, to learn, to experience , I was hungry for it, Finally I am an independant human responsible for my every actions. 

 I am not blessed with a camera-eye and usually I cannot recollect the faces and names of every person I meet but people are never the same and situations vary, The faces and names of the students in Irbid that welcomed us that day are enshrined into the belly of my brain. 

By this time I have been awake for almost 40 hours but amazingly I did not feel that much tired. we slept that night in vigilance sleep by one eye and awake by the other, Afraid of the unknown, The most Irrational yet rational fear!. 

The cordial gestures expressed by the students (to be Friends) had a soothing and calming affect on all of us, We felt like war heroes liberated from enemy's captivity. it felt like arriving home, yet to unknown faces.
 
I got sleepy now...to be continued.