THE ONE PERMANENT VICTORY OF OUR QUEER RACE OVER CRUELTY & CHAOS

NOTA BENE: TO FULLY COMPREHEND WHAT FOLLOWS
MAKE SURE THAT YOU HAVE ALREADY READ
THE PRECEDING PIECES:

(1) THE ARISTOCRACY OF THE MOXIE & THE PLUCKY
(2) THE EPIPHANY OF AHMED ISSE AWAD

THIS IS THE THIRD PIECE CALLED: THE ONE PERMANENT
VICTORY OF OUR QUEER RACE OVER CRUELTY & CHAOS

With wit and wisdom and imagination and love Ahmed turned that night

Into Layla tul Qadr

Into the Night of Glory

Into the Night of Power

Into the Night of Somali Unity of Spirit in the Bond of Peace

Into the Night of Awada Jàw Abgal

Into the Night of Decrees

Into the Night of Dignity

Into the Night of Destiny

Into the Night of Peace

Into the Night of the Angels and the Holy Spirit

That night Allah restored our collective national Somali Soul

That night I took heart

Because Ahmed showed that we don’t have to stay in the

Gutter with GREEDY-GUT GIDIR

Like glaring Galayrd did

That night I took courage

Because the Lord led Ahmed and I

In unity

In peace

In the path of righteousness for his name’s sake

Because the Lord taught Ahmed and I

How to be brothers

How to dwell together in the heaven of harmony

That was the night Ahmed followed the leading of Allah

Who can lead like Allah?

Who can teach like Allah?

That was the night Allah taught Ahmed

How to center himself in Allah

How to balance himself in Allah

How to deliver with Macavity Majerten Moxie

How to acquit himself

With aplomb

With poise

With polish

That night Ahmed miraculously

Chose God

Chose life over death

Chose hope over Darod Despair

Chose Peace over Belaayo

Chose me over his Macavity Majerten KKK

Chose my friendship over the fatuous crazy claims of his clan

That was the night Ahmed understood

The lament of the late Arthur Miller that

“The ultimate human mystery

May not be anything more than the claims on us

Of clan and race

Which may yet turn out to have the power

Because they defy the rational mind

To kill the world”

As they are busy now killing the Somali nation

That night God revealed

How amidst our crooked and perverse Somali nation

How few individuals

Like Ahmed

Like Awada Jàw Abgal

Can shine as lights

Amidst the clannish Demeaning Darkness of Somalia

How we can all work out our salvation in fear and trembling

That night Ahmed immortalized himself like Siyaad Togane

Who endeared himself to all Somalis by defiantly spitting

At the ‘Arkow

At the wob

Awada Jàw Abgal!

Only tonight do I deign to identify myself as an Agal!

That night Allah revealed to Ahmed

How we can finally put to an end

This clannish KKK sad senseless Somali saga

That was the night Ahmed chose not to be

A shill for the shitty Sharmuut called

Darod Demon Demean Druids of Darkness

That night Ahmed called us all

Out of the Clannish Prison

Out of the yoke of the bondage of Gidir Bililiqsi

To the dignity in the unity of all Somalis

In the Bonds of Peace and Brotherly Love

That was the night Allah taught Ahmed

How to rebuke the Devil

Whose other name is Diabolos

The Divider

Whose Blind Mouths are

The Gidir Greedy-Guts

The go-to goons like Glaring Galayrd

That was the night Allah taught Ahmed

How to put the clannish bastard Devil in his place

That night Ahmed thanked the Lord and took courage

Because Allah gave Ahmed

The boon

The benison

The blessing

The bounty

The benefaction

The baksheesh

The balance called Grace

That night I was privileged to behold Ahmed

Grow in the bliss of Grace

Glow in the splendor of his action of Grace

That Night of Power Allah revealed in Ahmed

The Vision of Hope for all of us Somalis

Out of the cul-de-sac of Klanish Kookiness

That night of Layla tul Qadr

At Ahmed I gazed

As his body of a sudden blazed

“It seemed, so great our happiness

That we were blessed and could bless”

That night I discovered

Our touchstone

Our talisman

Whose name is Ahmed Isse Awad

Who (with the help of Allah) can lead all of us Somalis

Out of our national nightmare

Out of our national clannish Abulia

To the way of Self-Surrender to Allah

To the way of Ibn Khaldun’s Assabiya

To sanity & solidarity

To sobriety & sagacity

To the renewal our mind

To the renewal of our strength

To the restoration of all of us Somalis

To Omar Eby’s Sense & Incense

That was the night Ahmed put on the armor of light

And cast off the clannish crazy works of the Demean Druids of Darkness

With his mind and moxie Ahmed communicated that night

What a night!

Ahmed communicated that night

How we Somalis can harvest the fruits of Layla tul Qadr

Which are love peace joy longsuffering gentleness

Which are goodness faith meekness temperance

Against such

Against which

No clannish cowardly coon can prevail

Against such

Against which

No clannish condom coterie or clique can prevail

O clannish death, where is thy sting?

O clannish grave, where is thy victory?

That was the night Ahmed received Peace from Allah

Who is

Who was

Who is to come

That night Ahmed grew

That night Ahmed glowed

In the Grace of God

In the knowledge of God

That night Ahmed let his light shine

To destroy the clannish Darkness of the Damers of Somalia

That night God taught Ahmed

A new song

The redemption song of the Somali Race

Who can teach like God?

That night we witnessed

Our troubles

Our tribulations

Work patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope

That was the night that we Somalis reaped the great recompense of reward

Recovering our national confidence

That we had cast away to the clannish swine the world calls warlords

That was the night Ahmed proved

That there was NOT enough clannish Darkness

In Somalia

In the world

To snuff out the little Light of one small candle called Ahmed

That night Ahmed mustered the courage and the strength

To finally put to a stop

Dead in its track

The lousy litany

Of the abtirtirsi-gustirtirsi

Of the boring patriarchal pricks and begats

That was the night Ahmed decided to leave

Some wit behind

Some witticisms behind

Some bonbons behind

Some bons mots behind

Some sanative sound behind

Since he was not going to live forever

Since his Somali days were not going to last forever

That was the night Ahmed suited up and showed up

That was the night Ahmed’s moxie mind stayed on Allah

And refused to be contained and incarcerated

In our silly Somali Clannish Crucible

That was the night Ahmed lived the Truth

That was the night Ahmed inhabited the Haqiiaqa

That was the night Ahmed achieved

The only way out which is the Truth

That was the night Allah established the word and the work of Ahmed Isse

That was the night Ahmed stopped “captive Good [from] attending Captain Ill”

That was the night Ahmed achieved his Somali Sultan Tima’adde Truth of

“Dugsi male qabyaaladi waxay dumiso mooyee:”

That posits most truly

That there is neither shade nor shelter under the tree called Qabiil

That under that Qabiil tree dwell only the Ruination of the Somali Nation

That was the night Ahmed showed his Somali strength

That was the night Ahmed delivered

Not like a clannish coon

That was the night Ahmed delivered

Like Un Uomo

That was the night Ahmed acquitted himself

Not like a clannish condom

That was the night Ahmed cast his clannish cargo upon the Lord

And the Lord sustained him as a true son of Somalia

That was the night Ahmed

Stood

Stood up

In quietness

In confidence

Stood his ground

Stood justified

Stood sanctified

In Allah

In his Faith

In Islam

Inside the Sanity of Somalia Hanolatto!

Shining in the glory of God

And delivered

And delivered us all Somalis

From the double-tongued Demons of Disaster

From the clannish cul-de-sac called Qabiil

That was the night Ahmed’s eyes of understanding were enlightened

That was the night Ahmed decided not to lean upon his own understanding

That was the night of

The descent of sakinah upon Ahmed

The descent of the Spirit of Peace upon Ahmed

That was the night Ahmed decided not to play the clannish game of Gotcha!

That was the night Ahmed decided to play the game of no game

Who can now separate Togane from Ahmed Isse Awad?

Who can now separate us Somalis from each other?

Shall tribulation

Or distress

Or persecution

Or famine

Or nakedness

Or peril

Or sword

Or Darod

Or Dir

Or Danyer

Or Damer

Or Dayuus

Or Dabaal

Or Demean

Or Doqon!?

No!

For I am persuaded

That neither death

Nor life

Nor angels

Nor principalities

Nor powers

Nor things present

Nor things to come

Nor height

Nor depth

Nor Habarkintir

Nor Habarkuulay

Nor any other creature

Shall be able to separate us Somalis

From each other

From the love

From the friendship

From the fellowship

We Somalis share

As Moslems

As Somalis

As members of the Umma

As the followers of Allah & Muhammad

Peace and blessings upon him

Who is the Key of Mercy

Who is the Key of Paradise

Who is the Spirit of Truth

Who is the Happiness of Allah

Muhammad

Peace and blessings upon him

Who proclaimed to all the world:

“Truly Allah made me

The Seal of the Prophets

While Adam was between water & clay!”

Ahmed and all of us Somalis

Who have the moxie and the mind and the love and the wit and the imagination

TO THINK

Beyond our cursed Somali KKK

Who if we had to choose

Between betraying our KKK and betraying our friends

Have the guts to betray our KKK

Belong to the “Aristocracy of the Sensitive, the Considerate and the Plucky

Whose members are to be found in all nations and classes

And all through the ages

And there is a secret understanding between us when we meet

We represent the true human tradition

The one permanent victory of our queer race over cruelty and chaos”

That obtain now on much of our Mother Africa

Particularly in our home Somalia

With wit and imagination and love Ahmed demonstrated that night

How all of us Somalis can stop being

Too filthy, too bizarre, and too suicidal to deal with

How all of us Somalis can stop dividing each other against each other

Into crazy coonish cultish clownish crummy clans

How all of us Somalis can be winners and redeem our own souls

And the Soul of the Somali nation

Guided each step of the way

By the Almighty

By the power of example of Ahmed Isse Awad

For we wrestle not

Against flesh and blood but

Against principalities

Against powers

Against Habarkintir

Against Habarkuulay

Against clannish Whores

Against Demons of Darkness

Against Demean Dunces of Darkness

Against the rulers of the Darkness of this world

Against spiritual wickedness in high places

With wit and imagination and love Ahmed Isse Awad showed us that night

How all of us Somalis can celebrate

Our permanent victory

Our permanent release

Our permanent redemption

From the clannish hell called Qabiil iyo Qoriga Madow

From the lie called Tolla’ay!

From the primitive beast-titude of

Our kinsmen, right or wrong!

That night Ahmed set his affections on things above

And not on things below of the Greedy-Gut Gidir in the Gutter

That is why I wept tears of joy

That night Ahmed’s communication led

To commitment

To the beloved Somali Community of the future

To understanding

To intimacy

To mutual valuing

That Night of Glory Allah taught Ahmed and I

A lesson we will never forget as long as we live

As Job asked

Who teacheth

Like The Almighty?

Like Allah? 

Like God?

With wit and imagination and love Ahmed Isse Awad showed us that night

How all of us Somalis can join hands and sing

In the words of that old Negro spiritual

Free at last!

Free at last!

Thank God Almighty we are free at last!

With wit and imagination and love Ahmed Isse Awad showed us that night

How all of us Somalis can join hands and sing in triumph

O clannish Death, where is thy sting?

O clannish grave, where is thy victory?”