Poem was writing by Shakur Ali on Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 11:12pm to show dedication for His late brother Ahmednur Ali.
Ahmednur Ali, a brother, soon to be scholar
A real cool dude, who told me he wanted to father
Many, i guess, well he said he wanted many
But who would know that he would go with out having any.
Ahmednur Ali, a homie, he was probably your homie
Everybody knew him, and thats how alot of yall know me
Everybody would say is u nur lil brother?
I would reply wit a smile, yea am nur lil brother
Now when they ask, are u nur il brother?
I get sad just cus i miss the noor (light) of my brother.
........and i miss the fool of my brother, goofy ass dude
I went to school wit my brother, same soccer team
And shared the same room wit my brother.
You cant possibly feel how i feel,
Cus wat am feeling cant be possibly real..
It’s like a dream gone bad, bright day turned night
Where is Xaji Nur man, Where is the light (noor)
Xaji nur, the poet, the political scientist
To be president of somali, he was peacefully minded
But who would know that he would die by a bullet
Man i can only wish death for the guy that pulled it
Am sorry but am sad for our somali society
I went thru the yellow ropes and all yall was eyin me..
And so i thought...
Man life is a struggle, life is really a stress
But can u tell me wat is life? when ya big brothers dead
Goin to the scene and seein ya brothers head, lyin on the pavement, body on the floor
Am like thats not him, really thats not him..
But i realized that was nur when i went up to him..
You cant possibly feel how i feel
Cus wat i feel cant be possibly real
It’s like a dream gone bad, bright day turned night
Where is Xaji Nur man, Where is the light (noor)
He gone, he left, he aint coming bak
Someday, sometime, some moment i will believe that..
But till now my brother i love ya willingly gladly...
I’ll pray n pray for u....PLEASE.....SAY THE XAJI!
"Dont wait to be brought to the masjid when you are dead, come here alive"
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