Halima Ahmed

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Oh, Somalis!
How long will you exploit, mistreat and abuse my land?
How long will you fight and decorate my earth with the blood of my people!

We dust off the Quran,
Bring out the prayer mats,
Fit praying in our schedules,
Thank Allah,

The beginning of each word is the same- Poetry. Its just in different languages.

Poetry is my weapon
to fight the evil thoughts

This was an actual conversation that took place between me and a customer of mine.....

She screamed from the door “do you speak French”
With a fatigued smile, I informed her, no ma’am but we have someone who does.

Silence hurts

Silence kills


Don’t preach if you can’t practice it.

Don’t say if you don’t mean it.

Mother, how often have I taken your presences for granted?

How often have I disobeyed you?

So long, yet so little has changed! ! !
Is Somalia destined to be the way it’s?
Media shows it as a failed state… Doesn’t that hurt or disturb the peace of your heart?
Would we want our homes and families to be labeled as a “failure? ”


Reflect and appreciate

Lately the source

Of my happiness has been

Cursed was that night,
The night my flesh was a feast for the nine wolves…
I wailed,
I Resisted

I am angry at the lack of government in my land,
Angry at the fact that it is been two decades too late to fix things,
Mad at the ignorance of my people,
Outraged at the way my deen is misused,

'Truly, to a happy state shall attain the believers: those who humble themselves in their prayer, and who turn away from all that is frivolous, and who are intent on inner purity.'-[Qur'an 23: 1-4]

The locks of the hell fire are opened,
your back, huh?

I swear the hatred in his eyes could pierce a hole in my heart…

His sly smile displayed his despise for people like me

With a reluctant mind, I answer the daily routine call.
“Hello dear, get up it’s time”
How come across oceans you never fail to make this call?

Can I ever thank you enough for being the wonderful man you are?
Abo, thank you for your patience,
For your unconditional love,
For the warmth in your hug,

Then life was for


The Best Poem Of Halima Ahmed

Poems Somalia-My Homeland!

Oh, Somalis!
How long will you exploit, mistreat and abuse my land?
How long will you fight and decorate my earth with the blood of my people!
Will I ever become unaccustomed to the echoes and the unpleasant sounds of guns?
Would I ever see a brighter a day, a day, where Somalis can ever come together and embrace one another!
Will there ever be a leader like Aden Abdulle Osman, the first president?
Do you ever hear the plea of this land? Do you ever feel the plight of my children!
Where are your conscience
My 49th Independence Day is approaching, what is going to be my ceremony!
Yet, another Somali killed because of tribe?
Yet, another mother desperate and praying for a way out!
Yet another child dying of hunger and thrist?
Where are the days where Independence day was embraced with celebration!
Songs, dances, feast and happy Somalis?
Somalis who would wave the flag up high!
Somalis who would pride themselves for being Somalis, rather than darood, hawiye mise isaaq?
Somalis who would respect and adhere to the Quran and follow the teachings of our beloved prophet Muhammed Salallahu 'alayhi wa salam/?

Somalis in the west celebrate this day in lavish venues, with music, and hilib iyo bariis, obvious to the fact that the ones back home are still in a state of chaos, hunger and absolute poverty!
Somalis, when would you realize the fact that you have preyed on my land like vultures for so long?
Abused it.
Disappointed it!
Exploited it.
Failed it!

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