Let us Involve Ourselves and Evolve Ourselves

The Forever Blooming Flower

The forever blooming flower-

I do not plunge into despair because the rose withers,
I have been down that path and have learned not to grief,
because I know that once Spring rolls in again another flower will bloom,
the beautifuler the flower, the longer it stays bloomed,
But why must I continue on to this process,
when will I find the flower that does not die out?
a beautiful flower that is forever blooming.

Life is but a dream they say, but I say it is more like a nightmare-
leading up to getting buried 6 feet deep in earth
only to wake up to judgment for all of the sins you committed

As I hit the road once again to change the self,
I'm hoping that this one won't have any potholes or ditches.
Memorable is the one that got away. There was she was one day sitting on the pedestal,
on the throne - your queen. Now she has vanished, gone,
nowhere to be seen. You have abandoned her,
you have left her for your own pride and ambitions.
Once gone she will not return. Another door closes,
then another opens, where it leads to- who knows?

Bullet shell casings on the floor, gun-smoke in the air.
My ears deafened because of the loud shellings from the machine gun.
Moqadishu is the location, 1990 is the year.
Memories of dressing up for Eid is all I have.
Trying to go to school with the rest of my siblings but being too young.
The journey has took its toll on the mind, body, and soul.
On the back of my mind, I Wish beautiful Mogadishu will bloom again.
Bloom forever like the forever blooming flower.

Deeqo: Ogaden Freedom Fighter

I wrote a poem last year, and it still rings bells about the injustice in the Ogaden region (see: www.SaveOgaden.org) - the hidden genocide being committed by the U.S.-backed Ethiopian regime.

Don't mind the low volume, this was recorded on my macbook and wasn't really going to youtube it. Please shed light to the genocide in the Ogaden region. Thanks!



She said she was a freedom fighter/
She said so was Aabo and awoowe/
So was adeer and aboowe/
Nineteen years old, this is her story/
Filled with too many tragedies and not enough glory/
Before Aabo left this world, he thought her one lesson/
Always fight for self-determination and progression/
Every night she would have a confession/
Talking to God intimately, wishing how she can wish her way out of this oppression/
What can lead her people out of this physical and mental depression?/
At a young age, Aabo gave her the answer to that question/
You see Aabo gave her an AK, Dark, dull, black and metal gray/
Even though she was a child then, she knew well enough this was not childs play/
From its obvious decay/
You can tell it was so old it was probably used back in the Balkan days/
Yes it needed some shining and she promised she would kill the enemy with it in any way/
When Logic fails and all else does too, emotions gives way/
She knew this tool can bring you temporary joy or utter dismay/
The latter came, Aabo left, four brothers too, her, hooyo and baby sis can only pray/
You see what you hear, is what they say/
What you see is what they want you to see/
You can only stand injustice to a tolerable degree/
Deeqo, AK in hand, is a perfect example of an opponent of pre-destiny/
Liberation is at the forefront of her motivation/
5 times a day in prostration/
Heart is heavy, how she continues there is no explanation/
While we are in December and wishing we got better presents/
Rolling alongside the landscape with militaristic peasants,
Baby sis in heaven, Deeqa and hooyo still struggle in those unforgiveable deserts/
They call them rebels, she calls them FREEDOM FIGHTERS.

Copyright © 2009

African Colonialism in form of Somali Poetry

Somalia is known as the nation of poets, and it has endured decades, and even centuries of colonialism and foreign intervention. One of the great poets of Somalia, Carays Ciise Kaarshe (AUN - R.I.P.) wrote this great poem/gabay that speaks to the contact of colonialism in not only Somalia, but Africa as well. "Waan iyo Waraabe" (the lamb and the hyena), is great example. I will try to translate for you all the english translation, when I get the chance, here is the YouTube video and the poem below. As a africanist, I absolutely love this poem and many others written by the late great Carays. Enjoy! (and please excuse some of the mispellings, it is a copy and paste job). :)



Tixdaan maanta wadaa, waa waydiin iyo warcelin;
Ayaan waayaha ka mid ah, Waraabe iyo Wan baa iswaydaarsaday su’aal,
Wankii baa yiri waryaa! adduunkii waa'dacyoo walaalow dey-Afrikow,
Waswaaskii ima hayo'oo, wanaag baan kugu waddacay,
Warkuna waa kooban yahay, wadaynimo kaama rabo,
Wadanka anaa iska leh, aan kala waydaaranno'ee,
Waraaboow maalin wacan

Runtaa!
Waawgii kale waxaan lehaa
Haaheey!

Wuxuu yiri waa tahay'ee, nabsigii waayahan maqnaa
Inuu waaxdayda yimid, adi uun baa ii waramay
Wadaygay baad tahay'ee, aan waayay; iswahelino'ee
Wanyahow ha i gooyn wadnaha,

Runtaa!
Waawgii kale waxaan lehaa
Haaheey!

Wuxuu yiri waad tahay'ee, kolkaad waydoobsan tahay'ee
Ninkii kuu gala wanaag, abaal baa laga warshaa,
Waxyeello baan kugu aqaan, wanaag baan kugu waddacay,
Warkuna waa kooban yahay, wadaynimo kaama rabo,
Wadanka anaa iska leh, aan kala waydaaranno'ee,
Waraaboow maalin wacan

Runtaa!
Waawgii kale waxaan lehaa
Haaheey!

Wuxuu yiri waa tahay'ee, adduunyada waayo ma leh
Wanaag loogama irkado, ninna kama buuxsho weelkan, maantana waa wareer
Wadaygay baad tahay'ee, aan waayay; iswahelino'ee
Wanyahow ha i gooyn wadnaha

Runtaa!
Waawgii kale waxaan lehaa
Haaheey!

Wuxuu yiri waad tahay'ee, wuxuushnimadii ka baxay'ee
Wasiirro baan leeyahay'ee, wafdigaa iimara arlada, wareerkaad sheegatana,
War iyo waayo uma lihi, wanaag baan kugu waddacay,
Warkuna waa kooban yahay, wadaynimo kaama rabo,
Wadanka anaa iska leh, aan kala waydaaranno'ee,
Waraaboow maalin wacan

Runtaa!
Waawgii kale waxaan lehaa
Haaheey!

Wuxuu yiri waa tahay'ee, ma wiil iyo waalidkiiba
Ayaa kala weecan kara, axdigu waa wayn yahay'ee
Ma labadii wacad dhigata'oo, wallaahi isugu mara, iswaydaarsada xumaan!
Wadaygay baad tahay'ee, aan waayay; iswahelino'ee,
Wanyahow ha i gooyn wadnaha

Runtaa!
Waawgii kale waxaan lehaa
Haaheey!

Sword of the Winner

The sword of the sinner,
Is not as sharp as the winners'.
It's made of wood and can shatter into splinters,
While the sword of the winner can outlast even the harshest of winters.
We can stop it, It's in us,
we can avoid up being swallowed up like dinner.
Let's keep discipline like a sprinter.

Let the strong ones know that their valiant efforts will be rewarded.
While they're in with their ticket,
Others will wonder why they can't afford it.
How can they get in, they will ask themselves?

Then they'll realize that this ticket was free in the first place,
All they had to do was five times a day remember and embrace.
Remember the struggle and try to solve life's puzzle.
Seek the truth always, good and bad you should never juggle.
Back to reality... the operator yells 'next stop is 'RUGGLES'
Back to reality....On this train.
On this train, standing still, but my mind is in a chase,
In a daze,
train stops, and I'm happy to escape enclosed space,
Got out of the train, proceeded walking to a fast pace,
Not trying to be late,
I can feel my heart race.
Now I'm finally here with my ummah, it doesn't matter if I'm first or last place.
It is beautiful and it's Friday,
Wondering through my mind if this could be our last day.

- Hashim S.
1/2/10

Human progress is at a standstill

Every atom in the universe serves a purpose, the life we live seems like it has been designed for us to live in by our creator. We have been given all of the tools necessary for us to survive and even thrive. We have discovered many things since our beginnings and the closer we get to discovering scientifically all of the things that have puzzled us, it seems that we are forgetting the social understanding that we as humans should have of each other. Sacrificing for our fellow human beings is somewhat of an inconvenience and it seems that the human race is really becoming a race. At the end of it all, we all get buried in the same earth and we all face the same judge.


The sun, stars and the moon serve their purpose in the universe as much as you and i do. The question is are we contributing to its progress are are we inching towards its destruction. Technological advances have helped us in our quest to search for answers beyond the stars that we see in our sky. In the discoveries we have to make, we have to also discover deeper understanding of our fellow human beings. There is no progress without social progress. There is no progress if we don't all progress and benefit. The disparity between rich and fed, and poor and hungary is getting larger every year within country's that are developed or developing. At the end, we are going to be asked: what were our deeds, as the balance scale tilts, you can only hope that it tilts to your favor.

No credibility No Degree

I am a Man without a Country, I am the most hospitable bum. No credibility, no degree.
The dirt roads when I was younger raised me. My people... please praise me.
I am a soul that is empty, hollow like the barrel of a gun.
I am filled with so much fire inside, so much beauty truly. On the outside I am dark and coal-like.
I guess you can say I am the Diamond in the rough. I am Patrice, I am Che, I am Martin, I am Malcolm.
I am all that, but I want to be more.
Growing up I wanted to be like Mike,
But since I have grown up I want to be like Sallalaahu-'Alayhi-Wasallim.
I have dreams to reach farther than my dwellings,
Enough to stir a revolution so the silent majority can start rebelling.
Despite all of the bullet shellings, streets filled with bodies smelling,
we have endured and survived our doomed foretelling.
Yes our story is very compelling, but all praise is due to Allah for us excelling.
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- Hashim
3/22/10