Thus we found ourselves mid-summer, preparing the Xagaa 2018 issue of Hargeisa Literary Magazine, and inundated with submissions touching upon this topic, including visual and poetic references to depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, and even suicide.
لقد حلمت حلما جميلا وناقصا ، رأيتني دخلت الجنة مع أناس آخرين لم أكن أعرفهم…
Waxaa iqa maqan,
That depression is not a myth,
A conspiracy of gaalo,
A break from tradition,
A rebellion against religion,
I’ve been trying to collect myself. I’ve been told to take it easy. But self…
I refuse to sit with it, to make small talk
I am done writing about it,
giving it my undivided attention, to bathe in it
sometimes I look at the moment
when I coughed up small parts of my soul
In the evening she would return home to prepare dinner for Quran saar, swift fix to the supposed jinn residing in my body. There were endless hours of sitting, encircled by sheikhs, learned men with lengthy beards, some dyed orange red and others plainly gray.