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"Faaraxow galgaladkaan dhigiyo gama' la'aantayda
Gogoshaan ku jiifsaday hurdada goodkii igu yaacay Gasiinkii la ii dhigay waxa aan gawska uga daayey Dar dhulkii ka yimi baa war baas iila soo galaye Geeridii Xirsay sheegayeen gacal ha waayeene Goblamooyin waxa ay ii wadeen guuldarriyo hooge. Abidkii rag waa go’i jiree tanise waa gowe..." Cali Jaamca Haabiil If I were able to indict death itself, and put it on a trail, I would have started with two simple questions: do you know who you took away from us? And are you aware how much of pain you have caused us? However, for the sake of my faith and his, I would refrain from that blasphemy. Ismail Mohamed Jama Ali, known as Ismail Hayran departed from this world at 11:45 AM, February 11, 2011, in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. He died of complications that stemmed from silent but a malicious, insidious killer, called lung cancer that had spread to his brain and metastasized. The pain of this man’s loss is immeasurable, the weight is incalculable and words are incapable of expressing what he meant to all of us: friends, relatives, colleagues and family alike. He was such a jewel of joy that his kind has rarely been seen in this universe. He was a politician but not the kind who connives, he was articulate but not the kind who boasts, he was creative but not kind who craves for praise and he was a leader but the kind who howls for attention. He was a great friend, cousin, brother, son, husband and most of all, father!
On August 3, 2010, Ismail was diagnosed with the debilitating disease just a day after “Somaliland’s” presidential election’s winner was declared. Thus, though his party had won, he did not share the victory dance with his fellow members, that of which he had played a vital role sowing the seed. Unfortunately by then, he was already sidelined by this cruel assassin that had been lying in wait somewhere in his body throughout the campaign. Suddenly, the killer showed up at the scene of the crime right at the moment that he would have appreciated ogling the fruit of his hard labor. Nevertheless, he neither wanted a title nor expected a position with the new government, but just believed in the cause he called Somaliland (which I don’t). He, however, never denied the fact that he was a Somali who had friends from all corners of Somalia, across all tribal stripes. He was such a force of magnanimity and reason that he was able to placate his most ardently opponents, such a Somalis unionist like me. Regardless of our political contrarian views and occasionally heated debates, we remained close friends first, and cousins second, up to the point of where he used to steer Kulmiye’s campaign strategies from my own house! He was such a bridge that he was able to withstand any and all of an unwarranted gall from the unwise and even at times from the misguided wise. He was intelligent, articulate, sagacious and artful. He was nimble, yet deliberate. He hardly made social gaffes, or personal blunders. He had a photographic memory or something close to that and he had a knack for the right word at the right moment, whether he was serious or not. He would aim his weapon of choice (words) like a laser! He was a poet, he was good at Math/computers and he was a great adjudicator. Not to trivialize him, but he would also always dress to kill. He used to call himself a lion (waar libaaxii baa soo galay miyaad tidhaaheen weli?). So with that booming voice of his, he would roar like a lion when he wanted to be heard or was willing to put somebody where he belongs. His oratory skills, taste, tone, and tempo were unmatched Most of it all however, Ismail possessed a talent that is rare in men: he was deliberatively patient. For example, Ismail would wait his term to speak even if it were to going to take him a day. Once he gets hold of his share of time however, he would let loose of his salvo, zooming in on the most logical point that most had missed, and he would let you know by making sure that he whips you with it! When a mediator (gar soor) was needed, he was the one to call; when cajoling peace was paramount, he was the one to call, when lively but simple reer magaal chatter was needed, he was the one to call, and yet when serious, consensus crafting was urgently desired, he was the one to call. Ismail was everything that I wanted to be but I am not! All I could say today to him is: I never thought I was going to be the one who writes your farewell words. I love you. I will miss you. And I will always remember you as long as I am breathing. Good bye Libaax with Gods good mercy and grace! Af-Soomali waxaa igaga filan erayadii Halyey Mohamed Ibraahim Warsame (Hadraawi), oo aan ka dhex helay intii Ismaaciil ku haboonayd, waa markii uu hal raacaya hooyada haybaddeeda’e. Racwi Warsame Cabdi oo hanadkan ifka keentay ayaa ku ladhan, kama maqnaan karto’e! Marka aad nin hoo-loo Marka aad nin himilada Marka aad nin hoogiyo Eebow hadhkaaga naxariiseed hu’ uga dhig aakhiro. Wells Fargo Bank Notify Ahmed Ismail Yusuf Af-Soomali Haddii aad kari karto in aad carruurtii uu marxuunku ka tegey wax ku biirso, min fadlak, ku dir account-kan laga furay Dahabshiil: Waxaa account-kan wax lagaga shubi karaa caalamka oo dhan meel allaale iyo meesha Dahabshiil ku yaaloba. Waxaana wax ka saari kara oo keliya xaaskii marxuunka, Safia Ahmed Dirir (Safiya Axmed Dirir) waa magaca Maraykan looga yaqaano’e. Axmed Ismaaciil Yuusuf __________________________________________________________________ We welcome the submission of all articles for possible publication on WardheerNews.com
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