Where art thou?
A mother whose life is on the brink
As she toils at her last moments,
she remembers what her life was once upon a time.
Peaceful moments, and a coolness erases her despair.
Then she remembers the last few decades,
2 to be exact.
Synonymous to a horror movie, horrendous and despicable.
A woman fighting her own evils.
Internal and external, war on both fronts.
Where to go?
Unable to move, left with 6 mouths to feed and no man to defend and protect.
Questionable, you say
He left years a go, fought along side the militia
To protect and to honor was the code,
he died in the process.
No need for tears or grief she reminds herself.
She is a mother and the backbone regardless if Farah was home.
War ravaged city,
the land of death and blood.
No tragedy in the world can compare.
Mogadishu- once was.
The Utopia of Africa.
The idolized nation, now
a nation feared- a failed state.
Minutes are ticking, and quickly turning into the last seconds of her life.
Xaliimo prays for the less fortunte, the ones like her who lived their lives
praying for peace and hoping that one day,
Somalia will be ONE.
She wishes and pleads to the Diapsora and the millions of other Somaalis,
Do not forget your land, and the duty to your people.
May Allah have mercy on my family and the Somali people.
Assalamu Alaykum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatahu.
Her last utterance thereof was:
There is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is his messenger.