Jacaylbaro Posted November 6, 2008 History begins with writing a simple commenting note.Three things drives a man out of his country.Poverty, bad ruler, and a broken love.One generation plants the trees,other generation enjoys the fruit, and the third generation sits under the shade of the trees with empty stomach. Keep your eyes wide open before marriage; half shut after wards. One hand washes the other, and both hands washes the face. The right hand is a slave to the left hand. Some people believe that they can buy happiness by hoarding money and wealth. Ignoring that happy is he who limits his needs to his necessities. Those people are born to tread on the gum that other people chew. Sin has many tools; but a lie is the handle that fits them all. Half is false of what we hear. You Can watch a thief but you can't watch a liar. It is the unloaded gun that kills many. Hargeisa became a Zoo, and in a Zoo there are a lot of wild animals that don't like each other. During a recent interview with myself – consciousness. My transcendent experience proved that the spirit of triumph over adversity; can be a soothing pillow for a restless head; and a window for getting a relief. I Persuade my classmates in the School of life to fix that formula in their minds and use it as a healing tools against the mysterious World of Selfishness and greed. Instead of swimming in the sky – river ; thinking in a negative attitude; and crying myself to sleep. I have to teach my classmates that tolerance is a two way street and it is the last lesson of the School of wisdom. Antiquity is my reminding tools of my past of doom and gloom. Actions, looks, and words are steps from the alphabet by which you spell character. I am an adult who has ceased to grow vertically and started to grow horizontally. Adversity is the true School of my life. Sheikh Satan, By now, a false advice whispered to my ears is worthless. But our will power is made of steel; and can't be bent or threatened by your false hoopla. I must examine who is speaking, not what is said. We would rather die on our feet than bowing on our knees. A foe to God was never a true friend to man. Upgraded fascilities of religious ill – fate, masked with Satan deeds dressed up with costumes of epic drama, decorated with drums of fake patriotism, bloodshed, and false cheering slogans of that abortive theory of Somali Nationalism , has no room in our plan of life. That queen drama of those Satan Sheikhs and Sharifs of Mogadishu can't serve as a version of therapy for my deep rooted antipathy. I am deadly sure that Sheikh with the heavy turban on his head is the clone of that previous old bandit who has stolen the gold teeth of the dead body of my deceased hero. And now is waiting for another dead man's shoes. He is the master – mind of that human tragedy and cold blooded murder orchesterated in Hargeisa last week.Swimming in a swimming pool of innocent human blood. The scream and uproarious agony of those victims is still piercing in to my ears with squawking shrilling sounds. I am still wearing that mourning black suit for those innocent victims. And up to now receiving the condolence notes and messages running overwhelming through my mail –box. The blood is not dry yet, and the bruises are not healed. But our hearts are not thumping; our heads are not pounding; and we have not shaken with fear or emotion. Mr.Sharif, your walls of sand are sure to crumble. Your idols for worship that made of sweet pastry, won't be decortated in our living rooms for whatever reason you claim. The sun rise never failed us yet. Our golden age was never the present years. We condemn and disown every faith, doctorine, that allows human slaughter and bloodshed of innocent victims. Associated with any brand name manufactured in Mogadishu. Mr.Sharif, Good bye and farewell to your negative faith. We have deaf ears to your false political Fatwa. We receive and listen overwhelmingly to the healthy messages of Islam through the mouth of our genuine Immam,his honor, Sheikh Adan Siera. He is speaking gold; instead of your trash and false political Fatwa. The right fit for the right reason. Mr.Sharif, your soul belongs to a Satan; and our soul belongs to the peaceful Allah. It is not your false political Fatwa; but the heart that wins. You must watch for your returning arrow. We are too old to believe your crocodile tears. Any time means no time. Your teeth must be scraped and scaled first. We are all aware of your gum – disease. We are all eyes and ears. Your hands are smeathered with innocent human blood. Our faith in the higher power called Allah , we hang on. One with God is a majority. Our Islam teaches and adorns love, peace, and mercy to all human being regardless to their color, creed, or faith. That is why the greeting of Islam is the word ( peace upon you ). Your ill rooted faith teaches bloodshed, disaster, and murder of innocent human being. Mr.Sharif, the elbow is near but try and bite it. Hell with your false political Fatwa. We must always leave a loose thread and a knot when we stop sewing. Because the blessing of this earth planet is toil. That phenomenon teaches us that a rebellion to a tyrant is an obedience to God. Mr.Mad Mullah, If you strike a flint; you will get back the fire soon. Your secret missions of ill hatered can be exposed to every fool of us. You are hiding enemity with lying lips under a false slogan of Islam. Carrying two faces under one hood. Hungary for power and fame. Mixing gun – powder and alcohol. No guts, no glory. Long hair, little brain. Mad – Mullah, your hair will never grow on a bloody street. Somalilanders, I don't want to ignite fear or anger of any sort; but we must understand that our future dreams and national security is under siege. Mr.Riyalle, for several years I have been in telepathic communication with you, and you owe me an old favour due to pay. During that period I had tried my best to act as your guardian angel. I had felt your joys as well as your pain. Your anguish and your happiness. But you have proved yourself as an obstinate difficult child. I am sorry to let you know that the time of consideration is over. I have already packed up my laboratory tools and technicians. Because you have disdained the chastity of our freedom by developing the principles of monetarism and materialism. Acting your play with a false script and ugly characters uttering bogey threats. That is why our National Security is threatened by Sheikhs and Sharifs their legs are made of clay. As far as those wolves are in your Ghost – house. There can be no legislation getting passed. No meaningful debate can possibly occur in that poisoned atmosphere. Mr.Riyalle, man was born with two eyes and only one tongue. Inorder that he might see twice as much as he says. That is why our eyes are placed infront. Keep your face towards the sun shine and the shadow will fall behind. Instead of working in the dark. If at all you have a stroke of Natioalism, you have to fire right now , the commander of the Police Force, your national security officer, as well as the Minister of Interior. That is the only way you can save your face. Otherwise renewiingn your illegal marriage contract with fraud and cunning, with folded arms will be greeted with a yawn and a dismissive – shrug. Because you have proved yourself as an adulterate husband, mixing milk with water. If at all you have a heart; you must listen to the people. Your fake contract violates the spirit and ethics of a healthy marriage. If you are serious and you mean real business. You must fire the commander of the police force, your fake and sick security adviser, and the minister of Interior, our own prince Naif Bin Abul Aziz, the old time patient. Please act at least one day as a leader. Your constitutional rights ahead and nepotism, and hypocracy behind. The Three Piece Suit Is Your's And The Shame Is Our's. Yusuf Deyr. Email: yosefdyr@hotmail.com Hargeisa/Somaliland Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Fabregas Posted November 6, 2008 quote:Mr.Riyalle, for several years I have been in telepathic communication with you, and you owe me an old favour due to pay. During that period I had tried my best to act as your guardian angel. I had felt your joys as well as your pain. Your anguish and your happiness. But you have proved yourself as an obstinate difficult child. Lord save the internet. Chill out Son: Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
