Together we can serve humanity  

  
Few weeks ago after I finished our London masquerade-ball event in aid of street children in Senegal, I told my friends, now I am going to focus on raising awareness about the drought that affecting the lives of people in Somaliland. 

So I raised my hand in dua and asked God to enable me to go to Somaliland so can help them. Don’t underestimate sincere intention and powerful dua, because God listen and He provided me with the opportunity to be at services of others. I found myself few days ago in Somaliland visiting camps and hearing stories from the people I aim to serve. 

I was reminded by the people I was blessed to share this opportunity with that God has selected us by name to make this journey, to take to the skies, to land in Africa, to witness the drought, to hear the stories, to live the issue, to understand #climatechange, to save lives, to make a change, to receive the dua of those in dire need, to raise awareness and here I am spreading the message. 

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

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