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Gadgadoonka waayaha
Xiliyada is garab yaal
Haddii uu garaadkaa
Maankaagu gaabshoo
Gaadhi waayo meeshii
Naftu kuu galbineysoo
Hakad uu kusoo galo
Ha giriifin noloshee

19 Sumaya Mohamed

Gadgadoonka waayaha
Xiliyada is garab yaal
Haddii uu garaadkaa
Maankaagu gaabshoo
Gaadhi waayo meeshii
Naftu kuu galbineysoo
Hakad uu kusoo galo
Ha giriifin noloshee

Geenyada jareysoo
Godkii hore ka digo rogo
Gobolkuba haduu dumo
Galbis weeye maantaas
Iyo waxaan lasoo gocan
Waagii soo guduutana
Yi’ didiilo gaariyo
Waa nasiib kusoo galee
Haka gaabsan hanashada
Gunta dhiisha uga tolo
Shalay galab wixii tagay
Weligaa hasoo gocan


Sumaya Mohamed (Photographer) is an aspiring visual artist currently based in Bosaso, and roaming around Somalia. Her images portray everyday life in the motherland.

Instagram: @svmaya

Naaima Abdi (Author): “Waxaan ku barbaaray dalka Jarmalka, waxaan kusoo noolaa isagana dalka UK, imikana waxaan si rasmi ah u dagnahay Hargeisa, hal-abuurka ama qorida maqaalo iyo maansooyin u badan hogol tusaalayn, waa ii hobby ama maararow, waxaan inta badn ku cabiraa aragtidayda ku waajahan duruufaha kala duwan ee bulshada soo waajaha, sida baahi, xanuun, i.w.m.”

Instagram: @na_poetry

Where shall we hide?

be careful now…
for the trees are no longer safe.
You fled
seeking a sense of belonging

24 Sumaya Mohamed

Dear Hooyo,
I remember your sad tale of escape
where those cruel eyes hid in the darkness
awaiting your slumber,
be careful now…
for the trees are no longer safe.
You fled
seeking a sense of belonging
with only your identity as your prized possession.

Teaching us our mother tongue
you gave each of us the gift of Dhaqan (Somali culture).

But mama,
“look over there.”
the familiar torment has made a wicked return.
Those sworn to protect us are no longer a safe
alliance,
our existence is now an absent thought for many .

As we flee from our shelters,
where we got a taste of your childhood.

I ask you
Where shall we hide Hooyo?


Sumaya Mohamed (Photographer) is an aspiring photographer and visual artist currently residing in Bosaso, but roaming around Somalia. Her images portray everyday life in the motherland.

Instagram: @svmaya

Aftha Ayan (Author) writes poetry daily. She is an English teacher of adults, and in her spare time writes and reads books. Aftha has completed a BA in English Literature and PGCE in English/ESOL. She lives in Manchester, UK where she was born and bred.

Instagram: @alyanur._

Breathe In and Out

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

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I did not find a forever home in my past
the trauma however sometimes comes back
for an acknowledgement, eye contact

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 and I think to myself

even in that moment I kept on breathing


Nuura Axmed (Author & Artist) posts poetry and personal essays about identity, mental health, and travel at her blog Thoughts of a Big Head. Nuura is also a visual artist who focuses on the attire (hijab) of her subjects, and the overall mood of the piece, in lieu of emphasizing facial features. She enjoys taking photographs of her grandmother, and making digital edits on her phone. She resides in London.

The above artwork is titled: Self Portrait

Instagram: @wordsbynourz

 

What is Love

love is a funny thing,
how it anchors itself into your heart,
and leaves you helpless,
like a fish on a hook just waiting to be reeled in.

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love is a funny thing,

how it anchors itself into your heart,

and leaves you helpless,

like a fish on a hook just waiting to be reeled in.

it rips your heart out of your chest,

and places it into the waiting hands of another,

so that they may tug at your heart strings as they please,

while you are powerless,

hoping that they are gentle with you.

as we go on through life,

love places our hearts into the hands of many.

some leave our hearts with gaping wounds

that will never heal.

some nurture and protect our hearts

while we break theirs.

somewhere along the way,

we find someone whose soul speaks the same language as our own.

someone whose palms leave our hearts with a warm feeling

as they hold it in their hands,

their fingers massage away the pain and heal the cuts and bruises.

that is the love that we are all looking for.

 


Sumaya Mohamed (Photographer) is an aspiring visual artist currently residing in Bosaso, and further roaming around Somalia. Her images portray everyday life in the motherland.

Instagram: @svmaya

Hanan Nur (Author), 17 years old, was born and raised in Toronto. Her passions include writing poems and stories, as well as acting. She has written poetry since middle school and has also taken part in multiple drama productions.

Twitter: @nacnacx
Instagram: @hanannvr