somaliforums wrote: Sat Jun 19, 2021 12:55 am
Deities? Named Yaxya which is an Abrahamic name? I think your mistaken on this one young Idajaa
I agree with you on Yahye but can't help scratch my head around the meaning of "Morif". Does anyone know?
First time I heard about them was in Caracase. I was playing with some kids when one of them saw whirlwind and started saying "Yahye iyo Morif" with some other lines 30X as if it was Ayatul Kursi. Turn to found out, if you don't say their names when u see whirlwind, you get leprosy. For a freak 2 months, I was saying them niggas names everytime I saw a whirlwind.
Brilliant, brilliant
Yahye and Moorif is more of a "joke" to us who either grew up in the diaspora or outside of Marehan than it actually even is just like you personally experienced.
Wallahi the first time I realized there is actually a blurred line between urban legend and some reality (and I shared this story before) when an Ogaadeen guy who was part of WSLF accompanying Marehan SNA soldiers who took off their uniforms in agreement with the Kacaan joined Marehan nomads defending Caabudwaaq from capture when Balanbale and Goldagob were taken.
Wallahi this guy was telling me like it was just happening again in front of his eyes how Marehan decided BURGEESOOLE would be stand. He said there is not a crest on Burgeesoole where a 1cm of the ground was visible.
He said except for us small band of WSLF who were already being sheltered by them, it was all Marehan, their guns,
AND TIMACADE, TUURCAS, YAHYE AND MOORIF
He said I kid you not, the valley below Burgeesoole was running a river of blood at the total destruction of the Ethiopian ground forces sent to occupy Caabudwaaq.
And he said all around me, I couldn't even hear the sound of gunfire, the whole valley was TIMACADE KULA HEL, DHASH... YAHYE KULA HEL, DHASH..TUURCAS KULA HEL, DHASH.
Basically, May they guide this shot, followed by gun going off.
And then he said, during the victory feasts in between, before anybody ate, a portion of the feast oday would take it and go off into the distance alone and come back empty handed.
When I asked where is he taking the food, I would be told "Inaga keliya miyaa baahan/Are we the only ones hungry."
I laughed then, but now I clearly see the vestige of institutionalized spiritual offering.
Moorif, I am not ready to share just yet. I am still trying to take it apart.