Halima Ahmed Poems

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!
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We dust off the Quran,
Bring out the prayer mats,
Fit praying in our schedules,
Thank Allah,
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The beginning of each word is the same- Poetry. Its just in different languages.

Poetry is my weapon
to fight the evil thoughts
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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.
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Silence hurts

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

Don’t say if you don’t mean it.
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Mother, how often have I taken your presences for granted?

How often have I disobeyed you?
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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? ”
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Stop…

Reflect and appreciate
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Lately the source

Of my happiness has been
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