I Am A Somali Woman

I am the sister of the martyr. I am the aunt of the potato seller at the local market. I am the daughter of the local sheikh. I am the injured of the revolution. The protester. The jailed. The detained. I am the tortured. The exiled. The kidnapped. The raped. I am the veiled. The…

A singing dove sings of peace in Somalia

On a fine golden morning. I found a singing dove. It sang with such beauty and grace. It whistled pure harmonies. I thought it was playing me a special tune. One of a deeper meaning. One with a deeper understanding. Of this chaotic weeping nation of mine The singing dove sung so peacefully. And I…