Mr.Faarax Posted March 12, 2006 There is a place right here in my heart, nourished within me everywhere I go. The sands of Hamar tickling my toes out of every cry or moan, Sunshine replicated in the mirrors of the river Shabelle. The grand mountains of Bari and Sheekh… what a feast for the hungry…but then... what better panorama has Mother Earth on offer? I nourish within me these scenes of my land... Children at play care carefree in their soil I supplicate for the whole body: Land Sea River Lake Mountain Flora and fauna And "us" the people, Muslim, wholesome, not the pieces thrown here and there. I pray for the whole body blessed, unified in the name of Allah, having no wish for any sickly pie, dispersed, handed down to divide, disgrace. I cherish the term “we†the collective “us†Not “i†or “them â€. I dream of the milky white Ari of "our" land The dazzling speech of “our†moon North and South, East and West, Sky is the limit Our geel to graze, proud, majestic, a free herd, coming home everywhere to gaze: Lascanood and Hargeisa Bandar Qaasim and Borame Marca, Kismayo and Berbera. Everywhere we turn sweet scents of uunsi and ‘anbar Let that be our jaawi. Bid you all farewell to this fire of hell Pray for unity O you with the pen May the pens be dipped in the springs of Baidabo author: unknown yet Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Resistance Posted March 13, 2006 eXCEElenbnt Digaale ... good read .. keep it coming Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
