Insomnia

Insomnia is my new best friend as well as an enemy. She plays my memories like a film to keep me from my sleep. The horrors of my life unfold as I sit here in the dark. Look at all the sorrow that I've felt and all the anger that I should have delt. The fear, the pain, and insecurity that drives me near the edge. Something deep inside of me that cannot make amends. My stomach clenches, my heart beats fast, and tears well in my eyes. Why won't it stop? Why can't I rest? Let me sleep and dream tonight so I can find some peace. But morning will come soon and these thoughts will
never cease.

"Guilt"

One day at school a girl was asked to a party by a boy she had liked for years. Of course, saying yes she headed home happily. The girl asked her parents if she could go out that night but was turned down. Her parents were going out to eat for their anniversary and didn't want her to go. Besides, they reasoned, you don't even know this boy very well. The girl agreed sullenly and went to her room. Calling her friend, she made plans to pretend to spend the night there while really going to the party. Her friend agreed and the girl tricked her parents into letting her stay with her close friend. Saying goodbye to her parents the girl left to her friends house where she told the boy to pick her up. The boy arrived on time and they left for the party. The girl felt so excited to be with the boy that she liked, that at first she didn't mind that he was drinking. Soon, even she had consumed alcohol and was feeling good about coming. Waviing goodbye they both piled into the car, with the boy driving. As they drove, he kept on swerving and increasing the speed. You're going to fast! she complained giggling a bit. Suddenly the boy crossed a red light and crashed into a car that was turning in front of them.

Two days later the girl woke up in the hospital. Looking around she spotted a nurse sitting in the corner. The nurse smiled and asked how she was feeling. The girl could only nod her head before quickly asking what had happened. The nurse lowered her eyes as she explained that her crush had survived but the people in the other car had died. The girl felt tears welling up in her eyes as she thought about their families. As they began to fall down her face the girl pleaded for the nurse to tell the deceased's families how sorry she was. Looking at the girl with anguished eyes, the nurse turned her head away and quickly got up. Please! the girl cried out. Tell them I'm so sorry! Nodding her head once the nurse fled from the room, hiding the tears that were already streaming donw her own two cheeks. How could she be the one to tell the girl, that the people who died that night, that were in the other car were her parents returning home from the restaraunt?

"Every day we make choices, and every night we must sleep with the consequences of those choices."

This was claimed to be a true story.

An atheist

One of my classmate came to me today, with a bubbly head, that was flooded with curiosity. He asked me, whether I believed in God, and I answered him “yes” with a broad smile. He asked me then, how do I know God exists? I took his hand, and dragged him outside, to the front of the school. I made him close his eyes, as I asked him to describe to me what he felt, he mumbled “its windy, and cold” and then I asked him to open his eyes and describe to me what he saw, he said “cars, trees, and people smoking outside as they talked about their shitty life.” we went back inside, and I walked away from him. I grabbed my bag, and as I was walking to my next class, he ran to me and asked me why I had walked away from him, and whether I was offended. I smiled at him again, and asked him whether what he felt outside, was visible, if the cold wind was seeable with the human eyes, and he nodded his head no. I told him, “I might not see God, but I can feel His presence everywhere, along with His creation. Look around your surroundings, and ask yourself whether the making of the world is by mistake. An accident? Which created a faultless world, that turns every inch with an accuracy thats beyond the human mind. The world speaks for itself, and its up to you wether you want to listen, or be deaf.”

I don't hate atheists, and would never scorn any believer of any kind. I'm known to be open-minded, but sometimes its worth to read beyond your imagination. I, in every way, dislike the hatred amongst religions, but that hatred is caused by people, and not the purpose of thy religion. Just because the religion you grew up in, doesn't justify your lifestyle or your frame of mind, doesn't mean the religion is wrong! It necessarily doesn't mean, you're wrong either. I'm just saying that there is other ways to go about, then to embellish and fabricate lies and delusional theories about God and His creations. Educate yourself.

That Summer Dream.

I dreamed of you again last night
It caught me so off guard
Awakened me with such a fright
Feeling confused and marred

Images conjured in the mind
Of a place so far away
Timeline mixed up, stars not aligned
Confusion leads astray

In my dreams I keep seeing you
At a place that doesn't exist
Sky is foggy, grass full of dew
You are floating in the mist

Through that fog you seemed so clear
Yet standing far away
Despite distance you felt so near
Amidst those clouds all gray

Tried to reach you to say a word
But then you disappeared
Though I shouted you had not heard
Suddenly you reappeared

I felt my hand comb through your hair
So soft and simply sweet
A mixture of joy and despair
A strange kind of retreat

Reached for your hand to help me through
Then your likeness promptly faded
Your wings sprouted and then you flew
Visions became more jaded

Swiftly I awake with a start
The dream abruptly ends
Wakeful with thoughts dear to the heart
And hoping someday the heart mends

The poetry of Somalia

Anyone who has come into contact with Somali culture will be aware of the central role poetry plays in that culture. For as long as we know, poetry has been the core form of cultural expression and is the basis upon which some other forms have been developed, in particular Somali theatre. Traditional life in the eastern Horn of Africa, where the Somalis live, has poetry woven into its fabric. Many of the day-to-day tasks which people carry out in the countryside have poetry associated with them in the form of work songs, each type with its own metrical structure and associated tunes. A young girl might sing songs about the sheep and goats she is tending, weaving into such a song her feelings for the animals and what they mean to her family; a young man may praise his camels in a watering song, a woman tease her neighbour in a matweaving song and so on. Many such worksongs are of common heritage, but it is also the case that people compose their own lyrics reflecting concerns and events in their lives

While Somalia has a long musical and artistic tradition, the Somalis are most famous for being a nation of poets. Oral poetry is central to Somali life. The alliterative, highly metaphorical Somali verse form is used for communication, for preserving history and commenting on current events. Clans use poetry in reconciliation meetings; the government hires poets to praise its achievements, while the opposition uses poems for its critique.

Many Somalis can recite poems that are centuries old. Poetic combat oral contests between competing poets have always been a feature of Somali life. Traditionally, men and women have had separate poetic traditions, and only men gained prestige and political power through their skill in poetry. However, women have recently begun to compete with men in these contests. One of the most famous literary figures in Somalia is Mohammed ’Abdille Hasan, who was also a warrior and political figure.

Since the 20th century, Somalia has also produced authors who write in English, French or Italian for their works. Nurudin Farah, an acclaimed English-language novelist, writes about Somalia and connects the mythical with the local in his work. The poet and playwright Mohamed Warsame Ibrahim was jailed during the Barré regime for his politically critical writings.

DABAHUWAN (constrained)This following poem shows the richness of Somali oral culture.

- Markay dani meeday tidhi
When need required
- Maxaan talo meel ka dayey
I looked wisdom for every place
- markay dani maaha tidhi
When need denied
- Weydiiyey qof meel ka dayey
I asked a fellow who before me sought counsel.
- Markay dani maaha tidhi
When need denied again
- Ku laabtay halkaan ka dayey
I returned to where I searched before
- Markay dani maaha tidhi
When need denied again
- Ka sii dayey meel la dayey
I searched once more where others failed
- maxay doqonimmo I tidhi
when imbecility whispered to me
- Ruuxaan jirin raad ku doon
Track down a spectre
- Intaan isku duubay been
I embraced falsehood
- ka buuxsaday labada dacal
Stuffing it in my inside pockets
- maxay runi daadi tidhi
then the truth assured me to discard it
- waxaan duluc sii ridnayn
how often a trivial theme
- Indhuhu ku daraandareen
My eyes owe-inspired did shine
- Maxaan dogob beer is idhi
I even transplanted a piece of dead wood
- daruuro u soo sasabay
Begging the clouds to rain
- daryeelka ku maal is idhi
to nurture myself with its fruit
- biyuhu uga sii dareen
but the water made matters worse.

An innocent face, delight in her eyes

An innocent face, delight in her eyes;

at a distance she stands, blushing.

Sometimes she gives me a glimpse of her,

sometimes her face is hidden in the hem of her sari.

Look through my eyes and you'll see her, my friend!

An innocent face, delight in her eyes.





She's not just a girl, she's a creature of enchantment; what else can be spoken of her?

At night she enters my dreams, her hair cascading

I wake, and my heart yearns (to return to the dream), but sleep evades me.

I'm in this state without ever having seen her; if I did, what in the world would happen! [lit.: without seeing her this state happened; should I see her, what would happen?]



The kohl on her eyes is made of the (darkness of the) first monsoon cloud.

She walks like a wave rolling on the ocean;

Who knows from what (fabulous) clay God shaped her form!

Would that she appeared before me (now) in a flash of light!

In a dream 

Tears come down my heart 

It never shows on the outside 

For I hold it inside, bottled so tight 

A corner within me so hallow and in despair 

But it only wants out from the misery she bears. 

A fight within, but could never win 

The battle so deep inside her head 

She tries to hold on for another day 

But her energy keeps wearing away 

And to think their no going back 

So one more day, a battle she bears 

Will she let go of the pain held so tight 

Is there truth in the mirror? 

She loves herself for who god made her to be 

But To find her worth is in him alone 

And there’s still that purpose left for her 

But in that dream 

Tears came down her heart