Hadraawi in poem & painting

A man of principles who
the sun, the moon, the rivers that flow,
the magical nature, the heartbeat, and loyalty
all bare witness to his words. Even
beauty in his presence testify to
feeling beautiful, and adjectives
are numb as new words ought to be invented
for this Somali Shakespearian, this artist with an
imagination above all the imagination. But
I was sure when I meet him, that I will recite
a line of his most famous poem.
Baladweyn, or maybe sing
Has love been blood-written
or read him, his wonderful storytelling about
lions, jackals and hyena
Or dissolve myself into ink, so I am
wrapped up into his writing, or turn into tree in his
name, or become his hat
keeping his winter hair warm or let his echo voice
speak for me, can he read the language behind my eye lids?
If anything I would adhere to hand shake etiquette
I couldn’t decide how to shake, firm shake or a quick grasp
or what is the culture take on legend embrace?
I did nothing
I said nothing
I swallowed my memorised script and a friend
with her courageous tongue said,
She is a fan of yours, you know!
Breaking the silence
He listened to her as if listening can obey,
and spoke in a way that gave humbleness a new value,
and with tenderness behind his jasmine age,
with all the emblematical metaphor a man of his status can master,
he recited a prayer – I will wake up in the middle of the night, and
pray for you in a way I have never prayed before
I stayed there in that line until we exchanged amen and for once
I was in love with everything again

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Painting by the Artist Ahmed Yoses

Mark Gonzales wage beauty in Peace House

On Monday 4th November 2013, Peace House in London welcomed a conversation with Mark Gonzales on staying lovely in times of painful ignorance.

As the spectacular fireworks was displaying on London Sky, Mark has managed to bring colours into our life via his words and energy.

I noted down the below quotes from his event which was titled “Poetic Secrets to Surviving the Idiots”

“Love let the lovers be loved”

“In a world that tends to reduce everything to figures and numbers, we do not have to forget that 1 million people is one person one million times”
 

I invite you all to access his world and integrate into his poetry. It will for sure wage beauty in your life and he welcomes you to embrace it.

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Audience with Mark Gonzales

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My photo with Mark came after exchanging conversation about healing process and creativity. He introduced me to a new book by Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way, a course in discovering and recovering your creative soul. I have indeed bought the book, and shall dedicate a review in a new post once I complete the course with courage.

Many thanks to The Islamic Human Rights Commission @ihrc for organising this event, which brought us all warmth and joy.

The Poet and the Man – Maxamed Ibrahim Warsame (Hadraawi)

 

On 20th October 2013, I had the pleasure to attend Somali Festival Week at Oxford House in London, where the legend Hadraawi was launching his new book ‘The Poet and the Man’. This book is a collection of his masterpiece poems translated and led by Bill Herbert and including the authors Said Jama Hussein, Mahamed Ali Hassan ‘Alto’ and Rashid Sheikh Abdillahi Ahmed ‘ Gadhweyne’

Hadraawi is arguably the most popular living Somali poet who was born in 1943, towards the end of the Second World War into a nomadic, camel-herding family of the district of Burao in Somaliland.

I would recommend each one of you to get a copy of the book. We are blessed that his collection of poetry been translated into English.

‘Let these few lines be as striking

as the stripes on an oryx

as visiable and as lovely –

I simply place them in plain view.’

“Daalcan” (Clarity), Hadraawi

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Many thanks to Kayd Somali Art & Redsea Culture Foundation who are behind documenting the life and poetry of the greatest living Somali poet and thinker – Hadraawi.

If you would like further information about the book, or how to purchase one, please email info@kayd.org or/and please visit website http://www.kayd.org

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Me with Hadraawi and you can also read my poem which I wrote when I met him last year at the same event here | https://samrasaid.wordpress.com/2012/10/31/in-meeting-hadraawi/

in meeting Hadraawi

A man of principles who the sun, the moon, the rivers that flow, the magical nature, the heartbeat, and loyalty all bare witness to his words. Even beauty in his presence testify to feeling beautiful, and adjectives are numb as new words ought to be invented for this Somali Shakespearian, this artist with an imagination above all the imagination. But I was sure when I meet him, that I will recite a line of his most famous poem. Baladweyn, or maybe sing Has love been blood-written or read him, his wonderful storytelling about lions, jackals and hyena Or dissolve myself into ink, so I am wrapped up into his writing, or turn into tree in his name, or become his hat keeping his winter hair warm or let his echo voice speak for me, can he read the language behind my eye lids? If anything I would adhere to hand shake etiquette I couldn’t decide how to shake, firm shake or a quick grasp or what is the culture take on legend embrace? I did nothing I said nothing I swallowed my memorised script and a friend with her courageous tongue said, She is a fan of yours, you know! Breaking the silence He listened to her as if listening can obey, and spoke in a way that gave humbleness a new value, and with tenderness behind his jasmine age, with all the emblematical metaphor a man of his status can master, he recited a prayer – I will wake up in the middle of the night, and pray for you in a way I have never prayed before I stayed there in that line until we exchanged amen and for once I was in love with everything again