IGA DURUG!

[NGONGE]

The Drifters sang:

 

When this old world starts getting me down

And people are just too much for me to face

I climb way up to the top of the stairs

And all my cares just drift right into space

On the roof, it's peaceful as can be

And there the world below can't bother me

 

 

Whilst Oasis said:

 

Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand

What is in his hands (what's in his hands)

He walks along the open road of love and life

Surviving if he can (surviving if he can)

Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say

Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay

 

 

 

But The Beatles did it best when they sang:

 

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in

and stops my mind from wandering

where it will go

I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door

and kept my mind from wandering

where it will go

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong

I'm right where I belong

I'm right where I belong

See the people standing there

who disagree and never win

and wonder why they don't get in my door

I'm painting my room in a colorful way,

and when my mind is wandering

there I will go

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong

I'm right where I belong

I'm right where I belong

Silly people run around

they worry me and never ask me

why they don't get past my door

I'm taking my time for a number of things

that weren't important yesterday

and I still go……

 

 

 

On average, a normal person would sleep for eight hours a day. During those eight hours he’ll be cut off from the rest of the world and happily float around in the land of dreams (or nightmares). On average, a normal person would visit the toilet three times a day; during those times he’ll be cut off from the rest of the world and absentmindedly drift in thought while the deed is being done. On average, a normal person would stamp his feet and walk away from an argument at least once a month. The purpose of storming out would be to seek some peace and quiet (in other words, be alone).

 

 

Poets look for time out from the crowd to think up and compose new poems. Singers do it to write or rehearse their songs. Actors do it to memorise their lines. Students revise and learn. Inventors do it to hone their inventions.

 

 

Haroon Al Rashid’s sister wrote a memorable poem about the solitude that lovers seek. It went like this:

 

I concealed the name of my lover from creation

And went over their name in my heart

Oh how I long for an empty valley

So that I can keep calling it out loud!

 

 

 

Sufis talk of Khalwa (solitude). Newton did most of his great work when he spent months in the country to avoid the plague that was ravaging the English cities. Even Hitler built himself the Eagles Nest!

 

It seems that everyone is looking for some solitude but the world is far too small for all of us to have our own space and the distractions are endless. So, in order for me to sit about and freely think of nothing at all, I humbly say to you all....IGA DURKA DEE!

[Jacaylbaro]

I concealed the name of my lover from creation

And went over their name in my heart

Oh how I long for an empty valley

So that I can keep calling it out loud!

 

 

In Arabic ??/

[nuune]

lol@khalweyn, Ilaah amarkii, maybe waa coincident, laakin xalay I spent 6 hours on khalwo session, wallaahi saan u khalweenayey ayaan Salaadii Subax ku gaarey, the only sound I could hear was coming from my stomach, cuz I had dinner for different kinds of mxture of food(muufo, macsaro, cambuulo, macsaro, soor iyo caano, all in one plate), laakin the end result was good.

 

 

On minimum, I do khalweyn 8 times a week, that like 20 hours set a side for only khalweyn, it is what makes me go smooth and take everything as it is, 20 hours is like a part time job, with no salary.

 

 

Nabi Muuseba Arbaciina yawman ayuu duurka ku maqnaa oo uu khalweyn jirey.

 

 

iga durug saaxiiboow, dadkiina kalena, ha ii soo dhawaanina bil fadlakum, iftiin baan arkaa, cirkaa laga soo dagey, al yawmu lii, wa naxnu masaakiin, thumma la tus'alunna yawma'ithin cani naciim.

[NGONGE]

كتمت اسم الحبيب عن العباد

ورددت الصبابة في فؤادي

فوا شوقي الي واد خلي

لعلي باسم من اهوا انادي

[SayidSomal]

Ma istiraahdeen beryahaan nuune jin baa ka hadla?

Yaa Quraan saaraaya?

[SayidSomal]

Jacaylbaro;731689 wrote:

I concealed the name of my lover from creation

And went over their name in my heart

Oh how I long for an empty valley

So that I can keep calling it out loud!

 

 

In Arabic ??/

 

أخفى لي اسم بلدي الحبيب من الخلق

وذهب أكثر من اسم في قلبي

آه كم أتوق لادي فارغة

حتى أستطيع أن تبقي اصفا إياه بصوت عال!

 

 

NGONGE;731692 wrote:

كتمت اسم الحبيب عن العباد

ورددت الصبابة في فؤادي

فوا شوقي الي واد خلي

لعلي باسم من اهوا انادي

Which one is better - google's or ngonge's??

[NGONGE]

^^ Like the stuff that nuune has been writing for the last few days, yours is gibberish, saaxib.

[SayidSomal]

not mine saxiib - that is sheikh google:D

[Alpha Blondy]

are you feeling depressed NG? Why on earth would you want all that personal space?

[Juxa]

more importantly why would anyone bother you ngonge?

[NGONGE]

^^ Labadiinan ma akhriska idin ku adag? Iga durka nooh.

[Jacaylbaro]

Ka durka dee ,,, ka durka

[Taleexi]

The Invitation by Oriah mountain dreamer

 

It doesn’t interest me

what you do for a living.

I want to know

what you ache for

and if you dare to dream

of meeting your heart’s longing.

 

It doesn’t interest me

how old you are.

I want to know

if you will risk

looking like a fool

for love

for your dream

for the adventure of being alive.

 

It doesn’t interest me

what planets are

squaring your moon...

I want to know

if you have touched

the centre of your own sorrow

if you have been opened

by life’s betrayals

or have become shrivelled and closed

from fear of further pain.

 

I want to know

if you can sit with pain

mine or your own

without moving to hide it

or fade it

or fix it.

 

I want to know

if you can be with joy

mine or your own

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you

to the tips of your fingers and toes

without cautioning us

to be careful

to be realistic

to remember the limitations

of being human.

 

It doesn’t interest me

if the story you are telling me

is true.

I want to know if you can

disappoint another

to be true to yourself.

If you can bear

the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.

 

I want to know if you can see Beauty

even when it is not pretty

every day.

And if you can source your own life

from its presence.

 

I want to know

if you can live with failure

yours and mine

and still stand at the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon,

“Yes.”

 

It doesn’t interest me

to know where you live

or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after the night of grief and despair

weary and bruised to the bone

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.

 

It doesn’t interest me

who you know

or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand

in the centre of the fire

with me

and not shrink back.

 

It doesn’t interest me

where or what or with whom

you have studied.

I want to know

what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.

 

I want to know

if you can be alone

with yourself

and if you truly like

the company you keep

in the empty moments.

[Cara.]

A segregationist through and through.

[Che -Guevara]

^Strom Thurmond type?