Astaamaha Jeceelka Xun

Kuligeen ereeyga jacaayl wan maqalnay siyaabo kala duwan baan u aragnaa, ama ugu qeexna.

Jacaylka wuxu leeyahay dhadhamo kala duwan, xaalado fara badan, iyo astaamo kala duwan.
Waxa jira Jacayl macaan aduunyada dhaan ku qurxinaya, ka farxinaya. waxaad is weydinnaysa ma jacayl ba jira kanan xanajinayaa ? si xun ku dareensinaya ?

Haa wu jiraa walaashay ama walalkey, lakin aan ku sheego astaamo aad ku gareneysiid wixi jacayl xun ah ama jacal kugu habooneyn.

Jacaylka fiicaan ee caafiimaadka leh qodobahaan ba lagu ogaada:

1-Qofka aad jeclatoo aad rabtiid inaad guursato maha qof ku liidaya ama ku caaynaya. Qofka si dhab ah ku jecel waligiis kuma qooro waxa ama aray dhamqinaya dareenkaga o dhawacyaa isku kalsoonidada.

Marka hadaad ku jirto xariir u sifaadas leh, fadlan ka bax, daadka isma badalaan, xata markeey ka cudur dartaan o yaboohan inay is badali donaan, waxad arkii doonta iney ficilka mid ka daran inay sameyaan , wayoo? "Ruux muumin ah laba jeer lagama qaniino", waa xadiith saxiix ah.

2-Qofka ku jecel gacaan kuma qadayo: taan wa wadiix lakin waan si fahfahinayaa.

Qofna gacantiisa maha inu ku saro, niinkaga ama xajiigaga inu ku "adabiyo" maha, qof walbo naftiisa isaga aya masuul ka yahay, qofki gacan ku sara wu kugu xad gudubay. ka carar! Reerkaga u sheeg. Qoof aad ku kalsoon tahay u sheeg. ha u amuusin. ha ka amuusin. ha qarsan. Doqon ma tihiid xoog laa'.

Marmar waxed ka fikiri doonta khasatan hadad reerkaga ku qasabtay inay aqbalaan ninka inaay tahaay inaad u dulqaadatid, ey calaftaadu sida tahay. waad iska aqbalaysaa qalaadka adigu xoog la'aan ah, waxaad isku dhihi kartaa "waa ninkeyga illahaay ba masu'ul ikaga dhigay" lakin fikriigaas waa qalaad. Illaahy qiwamadaa nimanka wu siyeey lakin dulmii ilahaay ma ogolaa, isagaa caadil ah, diil iyo clay iyo liidis waa dulmii, furitaankana markaso kale wa xaal illahaay ku baneyey ka fa'edeyso.

Wey adag tahay markad dhaqankaas u barato inaad ficli ka qabtoo, lakin duceysoo, ilahaay bari, qof u sheeg, illahaay faraj bu ku furayaa, xoogna wu kisiinaya sidaad uga hoortagtiid arinkaas fool xun ka badan. Illaahay ha ku garagaro walaashay ama walalkay!

3-Qofka ku jecel niyad jab kugu ma ridayoo:

Qofka ku jackal si dhab ah hormarkagu jecelyahay. wu ku dhiroo galinayaa, niyad wu ku dhisaaya, hadaad jecelshahy inaad daqtarad noqotiid wuxu ku dhiro galinayaa inaad iskuulka isku qortiid, wuxu isku dayoo inu jamacadda ka bixiyoo, ama ilmaha ka hayo intaad wax baraneysiid, taas hadu karin qof ku cawisaa bu ka qabanya. mar walbo wuxu isku dayaya inu si uun ku cawiyoo kalimaad wanagsan iyo dhiroo galin ha u yaraate

Qofka ka maseerya o horumar kula jecleen wuxu isku dayaya mar walbo inu niyaad jab kugu rido, hankaga hoos u dhig bu ku dhahayaa (ama kugu dhaheysaa), mar walba excuse bu haystaa sidu kugu diido waxyabaha aad rabtiid.

Mar walba doroo qof kor ku qadaa, u haankaga kudu dhiro galiyaa.


4-Qofka ku jecel kuma cambaaraynayo:  qof qaladkaga daba galaya maha, o qaladkaga u fadhiyoo.

Kuligeen dhaman wan heysana sifoyiin qurux badan , iyo sifoyiin fool xun ah. waa bini adanimoo, waa daadnimada, kuligeen qalad wu naga dhacaa, lakin qofki xikmad leh qaladkiisa wax bu ka bartaa (llaahayna wu u toobad keena) lakin qofki xuman kula raba qaladkaga uun bu eega, u radsadaa, qofki ku jecel qaladkaga si wanagsan o cambaaren ku jirin bu ku sheega, laking qofka jahiilka wu kugu cayaa, wu kugu tuntaa, wayoo? marku qaladdada u kugu cayoo naftiisa gun dhaw bu koor u qadaaya.

Qof kaso kale naftiisa ma jecela, adigana kuma jeclaan karo. Qofkaas ka digtonoo o ka taxaddar!

5-Qof ku jecel reerkaga iyo asxabtadada bu wanaajiyaa:

Somalida waxy ku mahmahda "Qofki ku jecel eeygaga bu jecelada". Qalad ha ii fahmiin; reerkaga iyo asxabtada kuma shabhiin eey. lakin mahmahda waxa laga wadaa ilaa xad dhafkaas bu qofki dhab ku jecel waxad adiga jecelshahy wanjiyaa. waa astaanta jaceelka runta ah.

hodo saan wanaag u mujiin, hadaba kuma jeclaa. HAA, kuma jeclaa! Waxa ha nixin waad dareemi karta.


Mahadsanidin. :)

By: Asia Aboosy

On Toxic Relationships..A Poem.

She didnt know what a balance relationship looks like,
What a healthy relationship looks like,

So when he hoovered her with his attention and time;
she was hooked 

like a junkie
His junkie 

Got her all addicted to his lies
his eyes,
his empty smiles..

He promised her the stars,
the universe,
his loyalty, royalty
And
A forever...

She didn't know what a balance/ healthy relationship looks like
So..when he was mad, he wanted her to
Go mad..
Be sad..
As if her being mad and sad meant:

She was loyal
that her love was real

He drove her
crazy..
Insane
Unstable.
Insecure
And unsure..

He did it all purposely
With one purpose in mind..
To break her.
To make her and,
mold her into a thing that was compatible to his whims

You see,

There were days when...

She used to question her sanity.
Pushed everything and everyone and hid behind her sheets..
Days when she felt the world shaking...breaking her knees
An earthquake paralyzing her spine

She used to wonder if;

If heartache ever lead to sudden death
If heartache was a curable disease
if her heart would ever bounce back
If she can ever recover. .

If she can look at her own reflection and not think of him
Or what he thinks of her...

....for a second....

If she didn't despise herself.
Sometimes slapping her face to wake up from this insanity..
If she can ever mute his stinky words and grins

If there were a re-set button to re-set her life
To fast forward this pain,
This agony,
This phase that she was in..
To heal..
To move on,

To never ever look back.
Or relapse.. back to his freaky lab..

How many times did she try?
Promised her self she would never look back...
And she was back

Because she was
a junkie..
His junkie
A beautiful junkie who didnt know her worth..
A broken bird.  with broken wings
that couldnt go far or fly
her wings;
injured..
Cut off.
Or maybe she forgot they exist
.
Because for so long ..
so long....
She blamed herself
For being
A culprit
an accomplice, 

Didn't she break her own wings with her own hands..?
Didnt she submit to him ? Cave in to him..?
Didn't she come back willingly when she could've run..?

Maybe..
She was deceived
Maybe
She was Brainwashed
And Maybe
She thought this was love. ..real love

Isnt love..
A-sacrificing
B-undrestanding
And
C- for better or worse?

Maybe this was worse..
Maybe she was too weak to handle the worse..

But deep down..
That voice remained..
Reminding her
No matter how hard she tried to silence it,  kill it, justify it
It was too loud
Too deafening.

So she...
cried on it
slept on it,
Prayed on it..
Google search on it;

"What is a toxic relationship?
How do you know if you're in a toxic relationship
Who is a narcissist?
What are the sings of narcissistic personality disorder?
How do I deal with a narcissist?
Is it possible to love a narcissist?
Am I too weak ?"

And maybe she was new to this love thing

But this is what google search said:

Dear junki,
his junkie,
beautiful junkie,

I CAN'T tell you what love is
but I can certainly tell you what love isnt:

1-love isnt suppose to hurt or make you fear
2-love isnt a power struggle where you exercise you superiority over your mate
3-love isn't criticism,  belittling,  controlling, or supressing
4-love isnt supposed to bring you down to your knees
5-love isnt comparing you to others in an evil ploit to make you feel less
6-a lover doesn't exploit you, or your secrets and use them against you
7-love doesn't equate to obsession or possession

And so she stood up

Towering him and her own fears
Her abandonment issues
Her co-dependency...
She was no longer the prisoner of his whims and needs
And so she decided to break free. 

She was..
the prize,
the moon,
the sun,
the universe,
and the skies..

And no one could ever, ever, AGAIN tell her OTHERWISE .

By: Asia Aboosy 

SCREAM!

SCREAM! 

I look around and all I see is smoke, sadness, lost hope, hatred…despair.

Sickening news. Ignorance overload. Judgments. And Me versus. You.

What motivates you to wake up from bed every morning? What drives you to be your best self each day? What makes you smile to strangers you’ve never met before? What makes you believe that this world is worth fighting for? What makes you tolerate intolerance? Compress your anger, swallow your scream.. When all you want is to scream.

Scream. ScreaM. scrEAM. SCREAM.

Go climb a mountain.Even if you end up falling upside down.

Drive till you find an isolated place where birds don’t fly and clouds are black.

Jog till you find yourself in the middle of the forest. Run from this collapsing world.

Find an empty basement, if you need to dig your own.

Be creative as long as you get to SCREAM.

Scream. As long as you take all that negative energy from your chest. Scream as long as you take one step towards healing. Scream as long as you’re not letting it rot inside you. Take it out on the air maybe it would be considered air pollution but hey it can’t be worse than carbon monoxide!

Scream all that resides within you, all the unsaid words, all the sad news, all the hateful comments, all the war pictures, all the murdered kids, the bereaved mothers. Scream for the fathers who were helpless and sank in their own tears. Scream. 

They go bombing your land, colonising your continent, raping your women, murdering your people then complain about you? Call you names? Stereotype you. Scream it.

Because you know they were plotting this for years and years. Scream it. Because we were out-smarted. Scream it because you don't need anyone's pity or sympathy. 

Scream and restore your strength, your humanity. Your stamina. They can’t see us like this, we can’t be sucked out of energy-positive energy.

Scream it because Hawo Tako stood strong. Scream it because this is the least we can do; to stay sane amidst all this insanity. 

Let it go. Because guess what? We need YOU. Your people need you. The healthy you.

We can’t lose you. It’s not Me versus. You. It's US versus. The World.

So let’s do what we gotta do.

Otherwise, we will forever be surrounded by smoke, sadness, lost hope, hatred…despair.

May Allah Subahanu Watalaa lift our spirit up and make us true believers. 

 By: Asia Aboosy 

Aleppo.. Ya Allah!

WE ARE THE MUTE DEVILS


Yes, this world is very depressing and everyone seems like they're in their own bubble in their own isolated world, viewing the world problems as if they were irrelevant or to no concern to them.

It's just sad.

How the most we can do now is just on social media. Yet we can't even do that.

Sometimes when scrolling down through our news feed, we don't even stop to read or listen, we just scroll past it. Sometimes if we are being benevolent we share their pain! sometimes we're too worry if we share that "disturbing video of people being killed, or children bleeding or starving in the cold" it might disturb our friends on FB and gives them a "nightmare".

We can't even spare them a minute to focus on their pain, to make a quick sincere Dua'a (prayer), to at least hit the "share " button so that maybe, just maybe someone else might see it, who can ACTUALLY do something about it.


When Somalia's civil war erupted, Syrian opened their arms for Somali refugees and never treated them like sub-humans. When Iraq war happened, Syrians opened their doors again to their Iraqi brothers and sisters and welcomed them with open hearts, never complaining of the price hike that happened as the result. When the fight between Hizbullah and Israel happened in Lebanon, Syrians, jumped to rescue the Lebanese refugees with everything they could offer, sometimes even sharing the power with them.

But..We all know what Syrians faced and the treatment they received from the neighbouring countries when they were most in need.

But Karma! Karma never goes away.

But what to do??? seriously, what can we do???

How can we help a burning child, how can we warm the kids who are dying because of the cold? how can we feed them when families have nothing to eat but grass and flour? how can we sweep the cries of a bereaved mother? or a still living-dead inside- father/husband who just witnessed his wife and mother being raped in front of him?

A bit graphic description for your eyes?!

It's just sad! And you, my friend, is pathetic!

We live in an era where the internet is a powerful tool, where our voices collectively may-can- lead to some sort of change/action.

Yet we are "too lazy" to even do that.

It's just sad!

That we choose to numb our senses with stupid TV shows, dramas, Snapchat, Instagram and celebrity news that keeps on trending because people are interested in the perfume they wear?.


Lifeless! Aren't we?!

Meanwhile, Syrians are burning and dying.

Karma!

Let's live our lives, let's continue riding our buses and driving around like nothing is happening, let be selfish.. and superficial and ..cowards.

There is this Arabic saying that goes like this "الساكت عن الحق شيطان اخرس"

"The one who keeps silent from telling the truth is a mute devil"

Are you a mute devil? Are you a participant of killing Syrians by keeping silent and ignoring the issue?

I will leave you with this Hadith.

The messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said:

"The parable of the believers in their affection, mercy, and compassion for each other is that of a body. When any limb aches, the whole body reacts with sleeplessness and fever"

The least we can do is to feel their pain, to put ourselves in their shoes and empathise, what would we want the world to do if we were in their place?

Raise your voice to their support. Make effort and make a dua'a in the third part of the night when Allah descends to the seventh sky and ask his servants to request anything from him.

May Allah rescue and protect our brothers and sisters in Aleppo and all Syria,. Oh Allah, the Ummah and the world have failed them, and all they have is You. Please protect them, punish those who have slaughtered them, and make their suffering purification for them from their sins.

Amee Ya Rab.

*Asia Aboosy

I walk aimlessly , cluelessly..trying to pull my own weight. Every step feels like ascending the moon with one single large step ripping my two legs apart. I have my headphones plugged into my ears yet I can't hear a sound.

I walllkkkkk..I walkkkkk, aimlessly, One STEP followed by ANOTHER..

Then I hear a very loud honking noise breaking into the buzz of my ears. A car almost hit me..some slurs..I stand still. I freeze..

I continue standing..I feel heavy..I think I cant reach my home..I walk again,aimlessly, trying to drag my weight ..and walk home. I check the street number, Ughhhh I am wayyyy passed home and curfew.

I should walk back, I should turn 360° around "you should turn aroundddd" I tell myself. But..but my body feels like a huge castle today, like a wheel stuck and sunk in a deep mud.

"Should I call a Taxi to take me home"..I turn my neck around to look for my bag..I don't see my bag or HAND..OHHH MYYYY GOOOD where is my RIGHT HAND..my right hand is MISSING. Someone stole my right hand with the BAG..How will I ever eat again..or..drink or..write.

I freeze again. My head turns and turns. I feel paralyzed and heavy and lost and without my right hand or a bag or a phone or some money....

"How will I ever find home???!". I wonder.

 Suddenly the waves in my mind calm. I hear myself. I hear my self clearly saying

"I will learn how to use my left hand, I will learn how to eat and drink and SURVIVE"

And if I successfully turned my neck around  I can also turn my body.

So I turned around.

And walked ..aiming my home.

My body still felt heavy, very heavy actually but its my body and I need to carry it anyway, I need to learn how to carry it and feel light.

I found home.

Guess what else I found..?

I found my RIGHT HAND grabbing and clutching onto my hand bag.

And ,so, I felt light and jumped towards my bag to grab my phone and check what I had missed.

I am sorry but at this moment I don’t care about the -SomaliaWeNeverSee.

At this moment there are soldiers /tribe men/militants, I don’t even know what to call them on standby in Galkacyo waiting for the first bullet to be fired. In fact two days ago there were fired bullets from one side that killed my uncle (my father’s first cousin) and another man who had hearing disabilities.

 His name was Ina Istur, I was very acquainted with him when I was working in our hotel back home. He was the security guard of the Galdogob Mayor. Although Somalia is tough on people with disabilities he had a free spirit and was full of jokes and laughter, he radiated with positivity and managed to always shine the place he was in. I was horrified when I was told he was dead and was killed by a flying bullet, he left three girls behind. My uncle too was killed; a bullet entered his left kidney and came out from the other (may Allah have mercy on his soul).

I know I am being graphic but I don’t know why the state of Galkacyo is so pathetic like that, I don’t know if its sheer tribalism or power struggle or lack of accountability and Deen.

Somalis pride themselves in being Muslims and very conservative yet they take the spilling of blood very lightly as if they’re not going into dark graves and won’t be held accountable before a just Lord where “I was taking revenge for my cousin/tribe or my perceived honour” won’t benefit them in anyway.

 من أجل ذلك كتبنا على بني إسرائيل أنه من قتل نفسا بغير نفس أو فساد في الأرض فكأنما قتل الناس جميعا ومن أحياها فكأنما أحيا الناس جميعا ولقد جاءتهم رسلنا بالبينات ثم إن كثيرا منهم بعد ذلك في الأرض لمسرفون

“Because of that, We decreed upon the Children of Israel that whoever kills a soul unless for a soul or for corruption [done] in the land – it is as if he had slain mankind entirely. And whoever saves one – it is as if he had saved mankind entirely. And our messengers had certainly come to them with clear proofs. Then indeed many of them, [even] after that, throughout the land, were transgressors.”

Unless we respect the blood and respect the doctrines of our Deen, our situation in Somalia won’t change. Unless we learn compassion and act like Prophet Muhammed (PBUH) we will never thrive.

Sometimes, I pride myself in being a descendant form the great city of Galkacyo, where people are resilient and tough, where people are humorous despite their circumstances, where people are hospitable and optimistic, where people are cultured and nice.

But sometimes -like today- I feel ashamed of being from a city that fights often, a city that kills with cold blood, a city that doesn’t read into beyond their immediate selfish interest or the consequences of their action, a city where families live in fear and horror, a city where if your child leaves to school you might never see him/her again.

When I hear the news coming from Galkacyo and other unstable cities in Somalia and simultaneously see the –SomaliaYouNeverSee – posts I become furious. "Why are you people being insensitive?" I think. Right now I care less about the SomaliaINeverSee, because honestly it isn’t there to be seen.

Maybe it’s an escape mechanism. Maybe it’s denial method. Maybe it’s having the strength of positivity amongst all the negativity. Maybe it’s a sign of hope. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

And it is wishful thinking unless we change it from a hastag
to reality. How do we do that?

You know how when we need answers to questions that we don’t know we go and open Google?. Our Google is our Qura’an. How about we open it for change and see what is says about changing ourselves before Allah changes our circumstances. How about we read the part where Allah (SWT) says 

“And not equal are the good deed and the bad. Repel [evil] by that [deed] which is better; and thereupon the one whom between you and him is enmity [will become] as though he was a devoted friend.”

By: Asia Aboosy 

Morning Thoughts and Marbels..

Morning thoughts..

I pick up my soul like marble balls scattered on the ground. It’s everywhere you turn into, almost encompassing and frightening all the same. I need to re-build my pieces, find my pieces and keep collected to feel peace. 

Peace? Is a foreign tongue to me, to us.

Peace is nowhere to be found in the land of turmoil, the land of the strong; where lions always win and rule.

Peace is nowhere in the near future when positions of power are seen as form of control instead of responsibility, instead of “All of you are guardians and are responsible for your wards. The ruler is a guardian and responsible for his subjects ...etc”

Peace is nowhere to be found when religion becomes a tool, a culture instead of character. Peace is nowhere to be found when boys are forced to be men and girls have no choice but to chase womanhood. Because being a girl isn’t cool enough, because make-up is cool, because your own skin should be painted sometimes sealed with tons of powder.

Peace is nowhere to be found when we are busy pinpointing other's flaws and neglecting our own. When we judge each other on how fleek our eyebrows are, really?! When we descend to that level of superficialness, you know the marble balls aren’t close to be found.

I am afraid that I will be searching much longer,maybe many more decades I am afraid that, by then I will no longer recognise my marble balls. Let alone find them and collect them.

Asia Aboosy