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?

********

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!,