Islamic clerics are in control of the city and its surroundings.
The clock of history is taking a turn
Islamic clerics took charge of the city
Law and order is returning to Mogadishu
Disorder is fading away like a sunset
We have Islamic clerics in everywhere
They are fighting crime of all sorts
They dismantled the illegal roadblocks
Buses line up to wait for their turn
They can't stop anywhere they want
Nor can they drive on either side they wish
They have to respect the traffic rules
Not only people enjoy freedom of movement
But even mobile phones can be mobile again
Without fear of being snatched or robbed
They reclaimed their right to be mobile
Thuggery had gone down so drastically
From a distant horizon peace is shining
But rays of hope are carrying little hope
New courts are being hatched everyday
Each court represents a certain tribe
And each tribe is armed to the teeth
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Reviews of "Restoring Order"
Reviewed by Ikar Ikar (Reader)
Reviewed on July 18, 2006
I pray to the Almighty that the hopes and dreams of Mogadishu dwellers, who have endured so much violence and loss in the past 16 years, will not be shattered this time by virtue of their patience and perseverance. Aameen.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 18, 2006
A tenative rejoicing . . . Hope it can last . . . Hope the Islamic clerics are . . .
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