My last few months as a citizen of the country were spent in an old industrial factory only about a mile from the southernmost edge of the border. Every day I would arrive to work at six in the morning and leave at six in the evening. I had a trusted friend there who would tell me about how other people escaped and helped me formulate the last details of my own Tahriib act.
SHUKRI JANAGALE (Artist) resides in Garowe by way of Toronto, Canada. Since her return to her…
Alle ha u naxariiso. Aad ayay ii jeclayd; waa ayeyday. Wax aan suurtagal ahayn marka…
Do not trust Anyone
Who doesn’t take your
Hand and say;
“Here! Look, it breaks me, too.
The sea exhales the cold air of the North, and Nomads pray not to meet Poseidon’s wrath before hearing the windy lullabies of European coastlines. The delicate murmurs of the winds, now coloured with a more urgent desperation, surround them. The fear of drowning no longer constrains them.
My good love is gold /
Hope that’s enough shine for ya /
Hope you can snap your heart to this feeling