Proud Identity

I wont tolerate your intolerance nor does my confidence need compliments,

Nothing can ever be left underground because one day we will be underground,

Silent streets underneath broken myths, but your words rained deep,

Nothing left unsaid left us bare exposed,

Under lies,

Under misconceived minds,

Religion encompasses both faith and rationality,

2030 vision but still you can’t see,

Islam and Terrorism are completely different things,

You might have a smart phone but that doesn’t make you intelligent,

“I hate Al Shabab and how uncivilised Somalis can be”

What should I say?

I understand atrocities, caused by people like me,

Forgiveness for the inhumane acts so you can stop blaming me.

Because last time I checked it was the blacks that were slaves,

But seems a lot like today,

Taught how to hate,

But people hate what they dont know,

“I don’t wear a headscarf just because people will automatically know I’m Somali”

What do you value more you Deen or you nationality?,

Hijab is fear that runs our lives and the happiness that keeps us going,

This is what happens when you believe in faith and fail to believe in reason,

You don’t have to be that dumb to know that freedom aint free,

“I find Somali guys really unattractive, they think they are so hot but they’re so ugly”

It seems you live in the american dream,

But the people high up have the lowest self-esteem,

The prettiest people do the ugliest things,

We shine because they hate us,

Floss because they degrade us,

I promise she’s so self-conscious,

My sister,

We are one and the same, we come from the same sea and no matter where we go we breathe the same air,

In this world we are limited on time,

Soo let me introduce myself,

I’m muslim Somali,

I’m proud,

If you didn’t already know.



Stranger to a lover i once called mine

patiences is not about waiting for something, its how you wait and the attitude you have while waiting

I cant start thinking of one without the other,

All soo similar but yet so different,

All convesations turned to dust and the love we once had forgotten.

Nothing was ever the same because we never allowed it to,

Night calls turned to night cries,

Goodmorning texts left unsent,

Minutes turned to hours and days turned to weeks,

Buried in despair and covered with guilt, guilt on how our last conversation ended.

Trust me it wasnt my words, but the words of the devil that was after us the minute you were mine.

Our union was poison but a flower garden to our hearts so vunreable,

Sickness and in health was but a phrase no sincerity,

Love turned to hate and you turned against me,

I sensed doubt in voices i once could read through,

Forgotten moments i still hold true,

All the long walks and long talks,

Dreams and goals we once had,

A year has gone by feelings still intact,

I wished for a lasting love, but the lover left.


The unsaid

I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or not.

When i was growing up my parent always taught me to never disregard anyone and if you can help then do just that.I realize the more you help one,MORE come.I always wanted to save the world growing up from all its problems but i was too small and the strength it needed i wasn’t ready to offer, I even tried counselling a random smoker  on effects of smoking, lets say that conversation never lasted that long, but i just wanted the message to pass through.

When i was 14,i had a quote book with all the favorite quotes from John Adams to Victor van Gogh to name a few. Quotes made meaning to me and problems seemed more easy to fix, if you read hard enough.

GROWING up i wasnt the talkative type,i only spoke when it need be, i let things suffocate me,if i had a problem i thought i was the best to solve it on my own because at the end”humans need to learn to survive on their own”.I pretty much did just that. My quote book was my platform.

The love for writing came with my fear of speaking my heart.I could never say my thoughts or defend myself without shedding a tear and if anyone came up to me i will always let them have a stand, i kept my voice hidden cause i never trusted anyone enough for them to hear it. if i couldn’t say it i wrote it. I remember a conflict i once had with a relative when i was a kid, i felt really bad to have annoyed or mishandled the situation with  an older person but to say it to him was harder for me than to write it, you call it pride i call glossophobia, so one day before i went to school i decided to write a short letter not more than two lines expressing my regrets, and slipped it to him and left. when i came back to school i went to him and patched things up and never talked about the letter again. I know many people have felt trapped in their own words and am here to say i was one of them.

I promise it gets better while you grow, because it did for me now my thoughts and opinion matters more to me heard than written, but writing has always been a hobby to me and i enjoy.

I still think that the most wise of people are those that speak less and leave a lasting impressions. So don’t be afraid.