the Somali activist, Medina Generale died while giving hope to those whos hope had been shattered by endless wars in Mogadishu.
Death
Do you have a shape
A color or identity?
Are you a beauty rustler
Or a robber of beloved ones?
You have stolen Medina's soul
You have made away with a star
An activist with moral convictions
You targeted her at the wrong time
But she was then at the right place
She was delivering food to war victims
May Allah rest her soul in peace
Amin
It happens and you sometimes question why them why at this time? and i think it is to move those scard, to come together or those who see that that one person is doing i think it is a call to action sometimes and sometimes i don't think of it at all (defeated) sad write
I am so sad to hear about this loss. Yet, in my heart, I believe that she is in a much better place to aid your cause. I pray that your countryment will keep her and her ideals in their forefront and that her memory will guide them to a better place.
THE WAR IS ON FOR WORLD PEACE. Keep the faith. Listen to Mr Ed below. Read Laurie Conrad's message to the world and my response. She is a member of AD. I REPEATE 'KEEP THE FAITH'
Painful to read. Now you step in Medina Generale's shoes and continue to be an activist through your poetry. This will be a most effective eulogy to his memory.
(((HUGS))), love and prayer, Karla.
Reviewed by Fergus Hancock (Reader)
Reviewed on November 17, 2007
Abdi-Noor, when will Somalia's agony cease? An old story told of a monk who rushed iut into the gladiator's arena, where the fighter were lined up to butcher each other, crying again and again, "In the name of God, stop!" A fighter was so angered he ran his sword through the monk.
People realised what had happened, and the movement to close the Roman gladiator fights grew, demanding the those who followed Jesus Christ could not kill their fellow humans.
East and West, the pain of such sacrifice is the same. Where is Somalia's peace, where can Medina's blood, which cries out to all of us, find final rest?
It wasn't solely the dead of an activist, it was also the dead of another little bit of Somalia, and if we let it go further, the stench from a dead Gentle Nation will cling on our souls foreve.
Georg
Reviewed by Hiba Kahin (Reader)
Reviewed on November 17, 2007
bravo AbdiNuur, this poem really touched my heart like no other.May Allah place her soul in Janatul-Fardowsa.she was a Somali hero,just like Hawa Tako.She will always be in my mind.And U must be such a nice Somali citizen who loves his country and people.like u AbdiNuur.
Hiba
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God bless you. Kathy
Painful to read. Now you step in Medina Generale's shoes and continue to be an activist through your poetry. This will be a most effective eulogy to his memory.
(((HUGS))), love and prayer, Karla.
People realised what had happened, and the movement to close the Roman gladiator fights grew, demanding the those who followed Jesus Christ could not kill their fellow humans.
East and West, the pain of such sacrifice is the same. Where is Somalia's peace, where can Medina's blood, which cries out to all of us, find final rest?
Fergus
Georg
Hiba