     Waryaa (Public user) | Unrecorded Date
Salama.....
Witness, that is it!!
We deminish, we subsided, we died before upon seeing dying our splendour culture, we stare a beloved nation that collapsed like something caused by a tumultous and boisterous vibrant as a shake, we amazed and dumbfounded ourselves by the elephant-faces mood, we saw our elegant people's blood pouring like a river, we made ourselves be like a solitary man, we watched each other as a partisan in intense EYES WIDE OPEN of hostility and enmity division.
We, in untellable, sadly believe what we did it at our grandeur homeland and nationhood.
I once heard this quote (the title of the page), which was derived from a excerpt from a U.S torry. What it meant--as every free-thinker could understand--was only to keep as a circle to their homeland, not the felicious and ravenous got an advantage to make them enemies. But, my fellow countrymen, the situation of Somaliya isn't a colony or foriegn-affair things, it is not an official "foe", but we made that fiendish experienced by our own hands. Not a foriegn hands, but our undeniable hands. Notwithstanding, we could find a right path that to prevent and shield our blood going to the ground. I feel as though my own vein even went to those who were victims, I know the situaion they face and experienced--they live a life without any "life" at all.
My fellow brothers/sisters, could we face the circumstance we are seeing nowadays, or we will take the case to our "offspring", who was born and raised a foriegn culture, who doesn't know a slight idea of what our sweetness home's situation is.
My noble brother/sister, I am calling you to prevent, in today, the blood-pouring in our streets of home. I am calling and witnessing you because more than ten dozens of our beloved brothers died each day. I am calling you because I can't stand this anymore to abide. I am calling you because I was overwhelmed how this civil war pervading each day. I am calling you because I can't appetite what I eat. I am calling you because I can't smell my half blood is pouring on the ground in senseless. I am calling you because I am sick-heart of primitive notion of TRIBE/CLAN. I am calling you to witness this as a LAST DAY.
So bye...so long...farewell::::: |
