It is doing and giving for somebody else on which all of life’s splendor depends. As you will see in Sahro Ahmed Koshin’s latest poetry book ‘The Sounds of Laughter: An Anthology of Poems from the Soul’, her poems and writing\’s, for a great part deal with this phenomenal. Sahro’s poems very often have the […]
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Here is me reciting this poem on Somali Channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVTwdkFvwfw Do not ask me about my tribe. For I am not only a tribe. Ask me about my profession, about my education, my passion, my ambition! Ask me about what interests me or about my love for my land and people. Ask me how are
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For all the little girls brought from their homes each day to work for the rich as maids and as garbage collectors. I have seen some of these girls abused and broken. Dead. In and out. ———————— The chill that sets in freezes her frail body so. She sits in the kitchen that has become
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Has hope in Somalia. Become only a dream of the caged. The stare on deprived shut eyes. The rhetoric of a nation. Tears on a mother’s child. Happiness filtered through a life time. The loneliest dream buried deep in us. has hope become the impossible in Somalia?. As long as it rains I live with
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On a fine golden morning. I found a singing dove. On the of floor of my verandah. It sang with such beauty and grace. It whistled pure harmonies. It played me a special tune. One of a deeper meaning. One with a deeper understanding. Of this chaotic weeping nation of mine The singing dove sung
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Darkness is black. Magic is black. The plaque is black. Evil is black. Hard times are dark times. Dark times are black. But black is beautiful. Because I know I am
If I have learned anything…… I have learned….. that the best classroom in the world is at the feet of the an elderly person I have learned…. that when you are in love it shows I have learned…… that you never say no to a gift from a child I have learned…… that
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I did not go to writing school. But. Clarity. Of. My. Mind. Came. In. Silence. Only. Then. Did. Life’s. Lessons. Flood. Back. And. Truth. Drew. It’s. Veils. And. Thoughts. Revealed. All. That. Was.. Falsehood. And. All. That. Was. Real. And. I. Have. Been Told. That. I. Am. A. Good. Writer.
Summer Bloom. You came as a bud in spring. You bloomed in summer. And disappeared all over again. And now gone are the days. That i see. The genuine smile on your hairy face. Your kind heart throbbing… as if calling me . Your grip, gentle touch. Warm on my shaking hands. Gone are the
A wise old woman, said once to me, LIVE your life BEFORE you\’re DEAD. Enjoy it whilst you can, it\’s a precious gift and it\’s your ONLY one! Take each moment day by day, live your life in your OWN way. Spend your time the best you can, don\’t be a mouse, be A DOVE.