tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564488377592902012011-11-27T16:33:23.860-08:00Do I have to be Somali to use this blog? No. But if you are tall, dark, and handsome (preferably skinny), and know how to handle an AK-47 rifle, Feel free and your Welcome.Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15231735481279681011noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156448837759290201.post-78247520146208095512011-02-08T20:19:00.000-08:002011-02-08T20:19:59.473-08:00

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

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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.

Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15231735481279681011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156448837759290201.post-18379102140396124252011-02-01T11:15:00.000-08:002011-02-01T11:15:10.232-08:00

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”

Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15231735481279681011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156448837759290201.post-70899388933584610272011-02-01T11:01:00.000-08:002011-02-01T11:01:37.439-08:00

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

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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.

Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15231735481279681011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156448837759290201.post-33970120758772604602010-04-02T07:54:00.000-07:002010-04-02T07:54:02.604-07:00

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

Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15231735481279681011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156448837759290201.post-45248664722167678292010-02-25T18:54:00.000-08:002010-02-25T18:54:48.078-08:00

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

Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15231735481279681011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156448837759290201.post-42088637484807688182010-02-24T18:42:00.000-08:002010-02-24T19:11:49.416-08:00

Ever experienced times when you look at the skyWondering how and what had lead you to go astray?Days you just want to kneel down and cryFinally realizing there’s no time to playPraying to God to guide you to the right directionObstacles, obstacles, everywhere, every day and nightWherever you go, you come across your worst reflectionBut remember nothing comes easy, you’ll have to fightEveryday

Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15231735481279681011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156448837759290201.post-75164845782870636062010-02-18T19:23:00.000-08:002010-02-18T19:31:06.121-08:00

Confused thoughts has been my broken record for the past few months, which keeps playing on and on and on…Confused whether it’s rightConfused whether it’s wrongI know I should notI know I should know betterAm I confused?    Or is confusion more an excuse?Do itOoh, no don’t!Move?Stay!Commit?Hell no! Or maybe yes!Am I confused?Or is confusion more an excusePromises to myself not to do it again,

Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15231735481279681011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156448837759290201.post-26953874023315241482010-02-13T19:48:00.000-08:002010-02-13T19:48:20.008-08:00

I'v had this blog like 3 years now and its been so long, since the last time i updated it. I've recently been doing some online projects and working on a film production, i hope to be shooting sometime during the summer.  So i figured why not just make a blog and record your experience. I guess this is a good way of getting my thoughts and ideas out, just writing them down. I will be posting

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Saida Osman wants all foriegn troops out of Somalia.I got to hand it to this young sister she speaks the truth. It really made me happy to see that their are quite a lot of somalis out their speaking out. Enjoy

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Britain withdrew from British Somaliland in 1960 in order to allow its protectorate to join with Italian Somaliland and form the new nation of Somalia. In 1969, a coup headed by Mohamed SIAD Barre ushered in an authoritarian socialist rule that managed to impose a degree of stability in the country for a couple of decades. After the regime's overthrow early in 1991, Somalia descended into turmoil

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