Saturday, September 12, 2015

like a nameless Raven 



Yes, I remember you ..
i remember your eyes red and dreary
like you've lost something, they seemed blank and wary
like a well, your sorrow was deeply sunk in worry
no bags, or backpack..
no money, or words..
just staring beyond me , or deep inside me...i was lost
as if you were three in one, you ordered your tea
crossing your skinny legs, you never uttered a word
like a silent raven from another world
i was confused..it was absurd
I asked "can i help you adeer?"
you jumped, in a hurry like a deer
got closer to my leather desk
your index and middle finger poked at me, like a spree
just staring beyond me, or deep inside me, i was terrified, i was lost
you were three in one again..
then left in a swift..like a nameless raven
with no bags, or backpack
with no money, or words..

Friday, September 11, 2015

Ehm ehm..
you know that annoying Farax
who's all about cashar and sharax
he thinks he gets it all figured out 
he goes around preaching without a doubt
his favorite cashar is politics yo..
he hits it below the belt like a pro
his always on the run never stops
make Xalimoos fall for him even tho, they know
his a wack on qaat crack
he whacks on their jaceel and never looks back
he walks in Galkacyo streets like a cop
drinks his shaax like a boss on top
he drops his cashar like a beat
Boom, Boom
people wonder why he stomps on his feet, like a beast
excited ? repetitive?
maybe??
maybe his wacked-out
maybe his annoying as hell
maybe he never finished middle school
but his a happy man yo
with a baby that looks like you..lol

Sunday, September 6, 2015


(قصة ديقو (الجزء الاول



كانت تتمشي في أرصفة حارة "كليرفيو" مثقلة القلب والتفكير..حتى أنها لم تكن تشعر بخطواتها وبقدميها اللذين أعياهما المشي
 الطويل ...احساسها كان ,كعادته هذه الأيام, طائراً مع مخها,  يصول ويجول..حتى تعب أكثر من رجليها!!
  لطالما ...لطالما آمنت واعتقدت ان انتظارها الطويل كل تلك السنين كان سيأتي بثماره,. لطالما..لطالما ربطت تلك الثمار ( التي ما كانت غير حياة سهلة مفرففشة, ومصاري عالبلاش, بعدين جواز اجنبي) بقبولها وطلوع اسمها في قائمة المحظوظين تلك الذين تقبلهم الامم المتحدة كل سنة.

كانت تَدعي ليل نهار بأن تكون من المحظوظين, لعشر سنين لم تُغيّر دعائها ولا حظَها تغير...كان اليأس يباغتها بعض الأحيان..فتفكر بسلك اسرع السبل الى بلاد ما وراء المحيط الى القارة العجوز..ثم تستدرك و  تستذكر ما سُرد عليها من قصص مُهولة مفجعة تقشعر لها الأبدان وتٌشيب الطفل الرضيع , حصلت و تحصل للبنات في أعمارها, ثم تسغقر.. وترجع الى دعائها المعتاد .

.... كانت تشهد أحلى سنوات عمرها تمر أمامها في قطار الوقت اللعين في  انتظار وعد مجهول سقيم.
..وعدٍ استلهمتهُ من دعائها المتواصل حتى أيقنت و آمنت به.

 كانت تعِدٌ نفسها بداية كل سنة أنها ستكون الأخيرة في انتظار القادم المجهول , وفي نهايتها تُجدد البيعة كجندي مأمور اعتاد الانسياق الى الاوامر, رغبتها بالهجرة كانت أقوى من اي ساعة بيولوجية تأبى الوقوف ولو  لثانية, ونفسها الهائمة الضائعة التي  لا نفسية لها   على الدراسة ولا الزواج كانت ضحية الرغبة ولُئم الوقت السخيف 
تعلمت كيف تخدِّر نفسها تلك مرةً بتصوير حُلمها في مخيّلتها على انه اصبح حقيقة, فتعيش في مخيلتها لأيام متواصلات تفقدُ فيهن الاحساس بالواقع.. وتارةً بالثرثرة مع نسوة كانوا يوما مثلها واليوم يبخلون عليها حتى بالاتصال ..واحياناً بمشاهدة الافلام التركية التي لا تزيدها الى اكتئاباَ وعناداً على مصيرها!.لا تلبث أن تعيدها ابإنجراف أقوى الى عالمها المثالي الخاصا لتي صنعته في راسها من طين قناعتها بقدوم الوعد المجهول ....عالم ديقو الصغيرة التي ما عادت صغيرة...

Today..as I walked outside 
A nice breeze hit me in the face
Made me shiver inside a little..
As I hit the sidewalk..
I realized..
This will be my first winter..
Without my hoyoo's face..
Without my hoyoo's warm embrace..
I realized..
I will be coming back to a colder place..
With no hoyoo's cooking, unsii, or cheering praise..
I shivered again..
No hoyoo's cuunto, no unsii place, or warm embrace??
Just lacaag (money) to chase
And dreams with no face
Hoyoo's jaceel is like no other, so glaze
For her care and cuunto never deface
the queen of queens..the lady who taught me how to conquer the world with grace.
Today..I missed my hoyoo macaan
And it wasnt just a phase..

Friday, September 4, 2015

Translation of the previous Arabic poem I wrote earlier today, dedicated to Aylan (the 3 years old Syrian boy who was washed ashore dead may he RIP in heavens Ameen) frown emoticon
How am I?, And everything?
Suffocated, unaware of what’s wrong with me..
Dreaded, feeling like the whole world is against me..
No family, no relatives, no one asks how is me...
Why? When did we reach this state, a state that saddens the friend and enemy..
Grief has become my colour and shades, so sphere..
Sadness effaced my soul, now it’s gone and sear
Sorrow!, raw sorrow cooked in my heart left it all stained and smeared
The pain, and the Ahhhhh, and akhh from the Ahhh where is our Mutanabi,
oh where is the Umaah, where is your brother's pain is your pain?
Did you see what happened to Shaam-el Qooda, and the rural of Aleppo?
Have you seen the horror that happened in the new Fallujah, once called Doma ?
Have you seen the fallen angel washed ashore, once called Aylan just because he was a Syrian ?
When all lands had refused him sough refugee in the high angry seas..
Even the see washed him ashore, told him, even inside it wasn’t safe or secure..
Go to the heavens; go to where injustice never occurs
Go to the heaven, Aylan, where a free pass is insured
No visa’s required there in the skys, No more sorrow, or sadness where mercy over flows
We will tell God how all humans, all believers, fail us in every possible way
Oh am sorry, my bad, you never asked how I was.
*Mutanabi (an Arab poet)
*Shaam Al-Qooda, rural Aleppo: parts of Syria
كيفني؟ ..وكيف حالي.؟
مخنوق وما بعرف شو بني..
مضايق وحاسس كل الدنيا سكرت في وشي..
لا أهل ولا أحباب..ولا حدا يسأل عني..
ليش هيك؟ ..امتا صرنا على هالحال الي بيزعل القاصي والداني..
الهَم صار عنوان لإلي ولأهلي...
 الحزن ممسوح بوشنا ما عاد قدر يختبي..
الأسى..الأسى انطبخ فقلوبنا حتى استوِي..
الوجع..والآه وآآآآخ من الأه وينو المتنبي..؟!
شفت شو صار بشام الغوطة وريف حلب ؟
سمعت عن فلوجة دوما الي بترعب و ترهب؟
شفتو للملاك الصغير المرتمي ..
بالبحر لما كل أرض الله رفضتو لأنو سوري..
وبتحكيلي عن انسانية وقومية وعربية وشقوقية..
لك تفووووو عليكون وعلى كل حاكم بيدعي وبيصلي....
خليناكم ارضكون والفييز تبعكون والشير الي ما بيغني..
رح نشكي لالله ..رح نحكيلو حالنا هوَ الي هيسمع ويغني..
حتى البحر ما وسعنا..حتى البحر طلَّعنا..وعند الله اخدنا ورمانا ..
حسبنا الله ..هوَ الي بس رح يعطي ويجزي..
صح..انا آآسف انتَ اصلا ما سألتني كيقني.!!
ومثل ما قال المتنبي :
وإذا لم يكن من الموت بد ... فمن العجز أن تكون جبانا
كل ما لم يكن من الصعب في الأن ... فس سهلٌ فيها إذا هو كانا
لك ااااه انا سوري انا سوري أخ يا نيالي..

Wednesday, September 2, 2015


Sun Light....Our Feathered Promised Hope


Every day, With the sunrise above the eastern horizon comes a Godly promise, a Godly assurance that darkness will always be washed up by light, that smiles will follow tears, that hope will conquer despair, that you’re will is you’re greatest gift of all.
It’s a Godly manifestation that this material world is just but a wheel that’s moving around and it’s up to you to bring out the balance of it, to learn how to mix all its colors to bring out your own shades, the best of you.


Sunrise is a beautiful promise that we are given every morning, which we’re reminded of every 24 hours, a blessing to all of us “except for Vampires of course lol”.

 You see, you ask God (Allah), urgently, all the time”please God send me a hint or a sign, that this is the right choice/ decision am making” disregarding the bright shouting sign that God has been sending you every morning since the beginning of all time, an old sign as old as the universe itself, but so refreshingly full of hope and beauty, a promise of a new day full of unfolding surprises, anticipations, possibilities, opportunities and beginnings.

Every day is a chance to improve you, to live for you, to grow as a whole, to appreciate you, to make decisions that positively impact you, to correct you, to learn from you as well as others. Every day is a chance to redefine you!
You see, hope is a decision!  To choose courage over fears, to choose optimism over gloominess, to come up with new ideas when old ones are fruitless and bereaved is the battle of hope that is born every dawn.

 Fear is the unborn child of the dark night, a state of mind that either traps you or encourages you, while courage is an active decision to move past it, hope is the fuel that ignites courage, so never cease to believe in every sun ray that you live to see. Make it your own flair.
How many of us wake up each morning feeling happy and hopeful, appreciative for having a new fresh day with a healthy body and sound sanity. How many of us thank God for giving us a new chance?  A new beginning that not so many people out there are blessed with. How many of us just lazily or cowardly choose to stay trapped in their fears, and YES I say lazily, because it’s wayyyyyyy easier to stay passive and victimized rather than battle and chase. How many of us turn their dark's into lights, their limitations into opportunities, their fears into optimism.

 How many of us embody a Nick Vujicic????  And yes you should Google him if you don’t know him. :) 

So with the first beam of sun light each and every morning, if you’re a morning person lol, remember to leave your fears from last night behind in your bed, wear hope and walk with it shamelessly. You’ll at the turn out of your day.


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at the end I would love to share this beautiful quote with you by Emily Dickinson, I HOPE you LIKE it too :)