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.