by Abdi-Noor Mohamed
Source of love Spring of joy Beacon of Light Rainbow of hope My dear Mother In love you conceived In pain you laboured In tears you suffered In sweat you drowned In joy you delivered My dear Mother With a passionate touch You assuaged my tempers Breast fed me to my fill Buried me with kisses And if I didn't fall asleep You sang me Hubaaya Hubaaya Without your mothering Would have I felt human? Would have I known peace? Would I have tasted life? Though you have passed away I am still connected to you Death can never separate us Never can it break our bond May your soul rest in peace
In another poem I wish to share the pain with the Somali mother in Somalia especially those who work as porters inside the Bakaaraha Market.
I AM A SINGLE MOTHERI AM A SOMALI WIDOW I AM A VICTIM OF WARIN A CROSS SHOOTING I LOST MY HUSBAND I TOIL HARD TO SURVIVEI TOIL TO RAISE CHILDREN BAKAARAHA IS MY MARKETI WORK AS A XAMAALII CARRY HEAVY LOADS SICK OR NOT SICK I HAVE TO SPINA DAY OF NO JOBIS A DAY OF NO INCOMEIN CASE ROCKETS LAND ON MENO ONE WOULD REPORT MY DEATHA SCRATCH ON A MILITIA FIGHTERGRABS MORE ATTENTION THAN MENO ONE WOULD BOTHER MY KIDS EITHERTHEY ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN KITTENSLEFT BEHIND BY A STRAYED CAT
IN THE INTERNATIONAL RECORDS I AM REGISTERED AS A HUMAN BEING BUT IN THE STATISTICS OF SURVIVAL I BELONG TO A DIFFERENT SPECIESI AM A SOMALI MOTHER. I AM A SINGLE MOTHER
Abdi-Noor MohamedWriter and Film makerUniversity of Vaxjo (Student)Swedennuuru2003@hotmail.com