Posted in Uncategorized on April 20, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Julian Beever’s is an English artist famous for his “Pavement art”. He has painted on the streets of England, France, Germany, USA, Australia and Belgium, creating a striking illusion of 3-dimensionality when viewed from the right angle. Here are sopme of his paintings – Very creative one must admit!
by Julian Beever
Posted in Uncategorized on April 19, 2006 | 2 Comments »
I received this by e-mail and thought I’d share it with you…it is something worth reflecting upon
Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her [...]
Posted in Relationships, Somalia, Uncategorized on April 18, 2006 | 1 Comment »
A man may meet a woman and be shocked by her ugliness. Soon if she is unaffected, her expression makes him overlook the fault of her features. He begins to find her charming, it enters his head that she might be loved, and a week later he is living in hope. The following week he [...]
Posted in Creative Non-Fiction, London, Random observations, Uncategorized on April 16, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
It happened right at the traffic lights of A4. We were in the middle of a three lane motorway when it happened. A BP vividly stood on the left of us and Gillette within a few meters away. I was behind the wheel and had just started changing the CD from a Somali Mix to [...]
Posted in Black London, London, Random observations, Somali, Somalia, Youth/Yobs, black on April 6, 2006 | 8 Comments »
Yesterday, after a long day at Uni, my colleague, Leila, invited me to attend a play by some young Somalis at Wembley. I was informed nothing more than it was “a play by some young Somalis” so I went ahead without expecting anything much, thinking “nothing Somalis do ever fully succeeds”. But this was different. [...]
Posted in Family, Poetry on April 3, 2006 | 4 Comments »
May Allah reward her with Jannat-ul-Firdawsa, my Aunt Maryan has passed away two weeks ago. Having raised me, instead of my mother, I loved my aunt dearly and held her close to my heart.
Tribute to my Aunt!
There will be a time
When we’ll meet again
Yes, there will be a time…
Now that you’re gone, as is [...]
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