(LOL) Somali Folks Vol. 1 - Somali Men and Their Coffee Shops

[(LOL) Somali Folks Vol. 1 - Somali Men and Their Coffee Shops]

^^lool..thats funny..i actually have one about somali ladies when they're at weddings..imma post it.

 

Yes i am talking from exprience cuz everytime i chill at the donut shop somali ppl they're always talking about the same things. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with chillin at dount shops it is a relaxing spot, but when it becomes your second home, then you got issues..lol

[Just Another Causality]

Warning: Some parts of this poem are graphic.

 

Just Another Causality

 

You and your family are back in your homeland

Whether it be India, Somalia, or Iran

Korea, Vietn am, Guyana, or Pakistan

On the mother land of Africa on the a country called Ghana

Or on the Caribbean Islands on a beautiful place called Jamaica

You are playing outside your house with your elder sister and 4-year-old brother

Your father is there too and even your loving mother

Your country is involved in a war

So you haven’t ate for days and your stomach feels sore

Suddenly you look up in the sky and see a plane flying overhead

You’re overwhelmed with joy thinking they’re going to drop you a loaf of bread

When you look up you see that this “bread†is the size of a cannonball

You then realize it’s a massive bomb that’s about to kill you all

It’s too late now and you don’t know what to do

You try to get away but it lands only several feet away from you

Are you dead? No, your life is not yet through

But the heat from the bomb made you skin look like it was barbequed

Your father lays motionless on the floor like a fallen statue

You feel a great deal of pain coming from your gut

And feel like your in a flood cause you're drowning in your own blood

You look around but you can’t hear the screams of mum

Cause the sound of the explosion has busted both your eardrums

You want to go to her and show her that you care

But you look down to see that your legs are no longer there

Everything gets blurry and you start to blackout

You finally exhale your last breath from your dry mouth

The last thing you do before you die is drop a tear

But there is no on there to report it, does anybody care?

They just wanted one man, why did they have to kill me

My precious life is over and I didn’t even reach the age of 23

But on American TV you’re not seen as a victim, but as just another causality

[(LOL) Somali Folks Vol. 1 - Somali Men and Their Coffee Shops]

I love my Somali people. And what makes us unique is that we're known for certain things. One of them is having Somali men who spend all their time in donut shops, talking the same nonsense and pulling the same tricks. I kno ya'll can relate to this one.

 

 

Somali Men and Their Coffee Shops

 

Another morning and the weather is scorching hot

But he’s still gonna go get coffee from the donut shop

The chances of him having money for coffee are very slim

He gets in line and taps a young Somali man in front of him

“As salam ma laykum!!..Do you remember me?

How are you doing? I’m one of your abtiis.

I saw you last when you were up to my knees

Running around in diapers and I think only 3.

So hows the family? How’s your dad? Hows school?â€

 

“Oh ..yeah I’m doing fine and everyone is cool.â€

He’s answering every question trying not to be rude

But he’s really thinking, “Who the hell is this dude?!?â€

 

Lady at the counter says, “Next please.â€

 

“Yeah 1 coffee and donut for me

And I guess anything for my new found abtiiâ€

 

“Mashallah son, your soul is pure and clean.

Yeah..uh..give XL coffee 12 sugar 2 cream!

And don’t think you’re gonna get a buck

Until I see every sboon of sugar you boot in my cub.â€

 

He walks away stirring his coffee with a stick

Grin on his face happy he pulled the old “I’m you abtii†trick

Goes to the same corner where his friends always meet

Ignores the “4 chairs per table†sign and pulls in an extra seat

They start talking about Somalia’s downfall

How good it use to be and what tribe started it all

One man ease dropping hears his tribe being called

Gets pissed and confronts the guy like he’s gonna brawl

But you know how Somali’s are: All talk, no action

Not like in westerns where they duel it out and demand satisfaction

Countless times did they swear in the name of the lord

Only thing they manage to hurt was their pride and vocal cords

They could poke an eye out the way they talk with their hands and jerk their necks

Yelling about how the government never gave them their monthly checks

And how they have an appointment in court

Cause they still never got their “Bassbort†(passport)

Telling a bunch of stories that are hard to believe

Until the owner comes and says, “Buy something or leave.â€

Out of all ten, one decides to buy coffee for himself

Lady at the counter asks, “Can I be of any help?â€

Takes his coffee but this time drinks in small sips

Tells all his buddies she liked him by the way she moved her hips

The way she smiled at him and the way she moved her lips

Claimed she was gonna make a move on him but was too nervous

Apparently this loser never heard of proper “customer serviceâ€

The sun has now come and gone

This is their chilling spot even during Ramadan

Then they say, “I’m not a devil,

I’m diabetic so I’m controlling my sugar level.â€

You know that story is obviously fake

When you see the same dudes eating kilos of halwa and mango shakes

Its now time to go home to the wife and kids

Not mentioning to them anything of what he did

Comes in the house

Throws himself on the couch

Flips on the T.V

and says, “Honey, can you get me some coffee please?â€

[Good Vs Evil.]

That poem was sick..the struggle between good and evil is an on going battle and evil got his butt kicked here

[POEM]

mashallah i read this before, its really nice.

Thanks for sharing

[Judgement Day]

Judgement Day for a bad Muslim

 

I wake up to a trumpet as I rise from beneath the Earth

I'm reborn again and not circumcised just like at I was at birth

Why did I have to die so soon?

My entire life felt like sunrise till noon

60 years of my life felt like a blink of an eye

It's too late now, it's over! I just wanna cry

Everyone's running in all directions confused and not knowing what to

do

There is no one to help me, not even my old high school crew

On any other day, the sun would be far in Space

But today, it's only a mile away from my face

My mother runs up to me wide eyed in fear

Yelling to me, "Son, show me that you care

I held you in my womb and gave you life

When you were sick, I stayed up late at night

And when you were in trouble, I'm the one that gave you advice

So son PLEASE

I'm down my knees

Don't be overwhelmed with greed

Give me some of your good deeds"

I say to her, " I know this may sound unfair

But what you have done in the past right now I do not care

All these deeds I earned are mine

So please get away from me you're wasting your own time"

After many years the judgement finally begins

Where Allah calculates every good deed and every little sin

Allah finally calls my name

I approach him with my head down in shame

The angels come and rundown the sins I have done

"He didn't do a single good deed, he just had fun"

He was so lazy that he didn't pray Salat

So greedy that he didn't bother to pay Zakat"

How did they know? "Ya Allah", I say

"They're telling you lies about how I spent my days.

That's not how I used my wealth and use my health

Please Allah I want to speak for myself"

"You have that" Allah says then seals my lips

My body starts to talk from head to my hips

And my hips to my feet

My hands and my privates they all start to speak

They start saying everything that I did in my life

How I swung the punch at a Muslim and started that fight

And how I slept with that woman that wasn't even my wife

Allah is the Almighty Judge and my jury

And after studying my life he has pronounced me guilty

I would rather be sent to life in a prison cell

But Allah sentenced me to eternality in hell.

[Judgement Day--don't be scared, take a read]

Judgement Day for a bad Muslim

 

I wake up to a trumpet as I rise from beneath the Earth

I'm reborn again and not circumcised just like at I was at birth

Why did I have to die so soon?

My entire life felt like sunrise till noon

60 years of my life felt like a blink of an eye

It's too late now, it's over! I just wanna cry

Everyone's running in all directions confused and not knowing what to

do

There is no one to help me, not even my old high school crew

On any other day, the sun would be far in Space

But today, it's only a mile away from my face

My mother runs up to me wide eyed in fear

Yelling to me, "Son, show me that you care

I held you in my womb and gave you life

When you were sick, I stayed up late at night

And when you were in trouble, I'm the one that gave you advice

So son PLEASE

I'm down my knees

Don't be overwhelmed with greed

Give me some of your good deeds"

I say to her, " I know this may sound unfair

But what you have done in the past right now I do not care

All these deeds I earned are mine

So please get away from me you're wasting your own time"

After many years the judgement finally begins

Where Allah calculates every good deed and every little sin

Allah finally calls my name

I approach him with my head down in shame

The angels come and rundown the sins I have done

"He didn't do a single good deed, he just had fun"

He was so lazy that he didn't pray Salat

So greedy that he didn't bother to pay Zakat"

How did they know? "Ya Allah", I say

"They're telling you lies about how I spent my days.

That's not how I used my wealth and use my health

Please Allah I want to speak for myself"

"You have that" Allah says then seals my lips

My body starts to talk from head to my hips

And my hips to my feet

My hands and my privates they all start to speak

They start saying everything that I did in my life

How I swung the punch at a Muslim and started that fight

And how I slept with that woman that wasn't even my wife

Allah is the Almighty Judge and my jury

And after studying my life he has pronounced me guilty

I would rather be sent to life in a prison cell

But Allah sentenced me to eternality in hell.

[The Voice Of The Common Man.]

Dats some nice poetry man, i'm feelin that. You sending out a positive message, all ppl gotta do is follow it

[The Islamic Struggle]

I felt this topic belonged to both the Islam and Poetry forum

 

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The Islamic Struggle

 

I say my final salaams to my right then my left

concluded my salat and took a deep breath

Half of us prayed salat while the others stand guard

We have to be ready because the enemy isn’t far

I grab a handful of desert sand

And walk over to where my men stand

I slowly release every grain and let it scatter across the land

Over 300 men armed and ready

equipped with a sword or machete

Our body armor isn’t much, but our belief in Allah remains heavy

All dressed in black

With the shahadah written on our backs

Lined up at our boarder where the enemy wants to attack

If my men weren’t true mujahids, they surely would have ran

But none of them move a muscle, they wait for my command

Each one on a horse

Determined to stay on course

Determined to please Allah, even if that means using force

“In the name of Allah master of the universe

The men who wish to attack us are one of the worst

They think they have all the weaponry, but are only equipped with Allah’s curse

But we have the Quran which we follow verse by verse

That means we must fight, but try our best not to sin anonymous

We won’t truly win

Unless we follow the teachings of the great prophet Mohamed peace be upon him

That means we must not harm a child, women, or elder,

a person who is unarmed, or someone who wants to surrender.

Whatever the outcome of the battle may be

It will inshallah lead us all to victory.

If we live to see victory, we can raise our hands high with our weapons

But if we fall on the battlefield, we will be raised to the 7th heaven

So mujahids please join me

In the battle of jihad where victory is a certainty.â€

There ain’t a cloud in the sky but you can hear the rumble of thunder

It’s the sound of the enemy closing in; its clear that we’re outnumbered

As the distant between us becomes narrow

I signal my men to fire the first wave of arrows

Many of the enemies fall on their backs

We attack in packs ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat

With the help of my lord,

Many fall victim to my double-edged sword

Suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere like a jinn

Quickly drew his sword and stabbed me in my abdomen

I slash my sword in the battle of jihad gracefully

Where he’s head use to reside is now a vacancy

Judging by the amount of enemies that lay in the sand

It seems my people have gained the upper hand

After a long fierce battle under the hot sun

Many enemies lay dead, while others run

Victory was awarded to those who believed “Allah is one!â€

I sustained too much damage from the enemy’s brigade

My vision begins to fade

Inshallah I will be resurrected under Allah’s shade

Even though I’m dead, I can still see

I see two beautiful angels descending upon me

One of them takes out a cloth that smelt of a perfume

A fragrance so powerful, it could be smelt from the moon

“Oh servant of Allah, your meeting with Allah is near

But have no fear

Because you are a servant that Allah holds dear.

You were faced with the challenge and passed the test

For that you have achieved ultimate success

So come blessed soul who’s love for a Allah was pure and true

and into the hereafter where Allah has prepared Jannah for you.â€

[The Islamic Struggle]

I say my final salaams to my right then my left

concluded my salat and took a deep breath

Half of us prayed salat while the others stand guard

We have to be ready because the enemy isn’t far

I grab a handful of desert sand

And walk over to where my men stand

I slowly release every grain and let it scatter across the land

Over 300 men armed and ready

equipped with a sword or machete

Our body armor isn’t much, but our belief in Allah remains heavy

All dressed in black

With the shahadah written on our backs

Lined up at our boarder where the enemy wants to attack

If my men weren’t true mujahids, they surely would have ran

But none of them move a muscle, they wait for my command

Each one on a horse

Determined to stay on course

Determined to please Allah, even if that means using force

“In the name of Allah master of the universe

The men who wish to attack us are one of the worst

They think they have all the weaponry, but are only equipped with Allah’s curse

But we have the Quran which we follow verse by verse

That means we must fight, but try our best not to sin

We won’t truly win

Unless we follow the teachings of the great prophet Mohamed peace be upon him

That means we must not harm a child, women, or elder,

a person who is unarmed, or someone who wants to surrender.

Whatever the outcome of the battle may be

It will inshallah lead us all to victory.

If we live to see victory, we can raise our hands high with our weapons

But if we fall on the battlefield, we will be raised to the 7th heaven

So mujahids please join me

In the battle of jihad where victory is a certainty.â€

There ain’t a cloud in the sky but you can hear the rumble of thunder

It’s the sound of the enemy closing in; its clear that we’re outnumbered

As the distant between us becomes narrow

I signal my men to fire the first wave of arrows

Many of the enemies fall on their backs

We attack in packs ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat

With the help of my lord,

Many fall victim to my double-edged sword

Suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere like a jinn

Quickly drew his sword and stabbed me in my abdomen

I slash my sword in the battle of jihad gracefully

Where he’s head use to reside is now a vacancy

Judging by the amount of enemies that lay in the sand

It seems my people have gained the upper hand

After a long fierce battle under the hot sun

Many enemies lay dead, while others run

Victory was awarded to those who believed “Allah is one!â€

I sustained too much damage from the enemy’s brigade

My vision begins to fade

Inshallah I will be resurrected under Allah’s shade

Even though I’m dead, I can still see

I see two beautiful angels descending upon me

One of them takes out a cloth that smelt of a perfume

A fragrance so powerful, it could be smelt from the moon

“Oh servant of Allah, your meeting with Allah is near

But have no fear

Because you are a servant that Allah holds dear.

You were faced with the challenge and passed the test

For that you have achieved ultimate success

So come blessed soul who’s love for a Allah was pure and true

and into the hereafter where Allah has prepared Jannah for you.â€

 

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Told you i would post it

[Don't Regret.....]

nice poem