Waves of emotions
Flowing through her mind
Try to grip patience little soul of mine
With every storm comes ease keep that in mind
The all-knowing knows you'll be victorious in due time

- Fowsia Omar

Thinking of the unimaginary
On a playground of wonders
Indulged in my thoughts
Finding doors that's been waiting for me
My time to evolve has come


- Fowsia Omar

Life moves on...…..
A flame so high could dim so low
In need of growth from both ends
I'll continue to water my side in hope for sunshine




- Fowsia Omar

What is your definition of love?
Is it merely a fogged illusion?
Or an experience of wonders?
Admiration I'll say.
Of 2 souls attracted by force
A divine connection of 2 beings written for one another.
That's my perception of love.



- Fowsia Omar

('finalized' version)

           -Over My Grave.

     "I know  not what I could have
                        been, but feel
       I am not what I should be--let it end."
                                                 -Lord Byron
         (to my sister, Fowsia)

Let there be no pretense to sadness,
       or  mourning in vain
Over this my humble grave---my
       long-lost home where at last I
           return
To---where all content lived before
      ambition drove us all insane,
For it's been this grave  I deeply yearn:
I'll care little to cherish, if I could,
       beyond this my very grave,
So much of loss and sorrow has
       been my lot,  the pain undue,
And this world, to me,  has been too
      cold to care, with nothing ultimately
         to save;
From the wealthy trouble undue,
      from the tender-hearted love untrue:
I've seen 'the wise' gather and rule
       perforce
For a tyrant-prince---a dishonest
       man without clue or conscience
Stubbornly pursue to **** his own
       wife,  even after divorce;
Insisting it's of a high 'state need'--so
        atrocious;
No, I'm glad to be home, dear sister,
        to my  sweet nature:
Glad,  glad to awaken at last, glad
        that an unkind world leaves me
           to my dream;
Done, done away with  fast-fading world
      with foredoomed pretense to love and
          adventure;
Glad to awaken from childish
      nightmare, again to be  a real Hakim.

                                           -by
                                 Hakim H. Kassim.
                                 (March 03, 2025/Jigjiga)