LITERATORS' CORNER

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, …                             —‘The road not taken’ by Robert Frost Just about 20 years ago, I was a herder who reared camels in the country side with my family there, but my father decided to send me to the city of Hargeisa to kickstart my journey as an Islamic Scholar to study Quraan, and fundamental Sharia courses like Hadith, Fiqi, Sirah, and Aqeedah, and then I would move to higher level of Islamic Studies like taking courses abroad. At first, I was unhappy that I had to leave my home to another city entirely where I shall most likely feel forlorn. However, I also realized my father wanted what he believed was best for me. So, I embraced the challenge reluctantly. All thanks to my father, arrangements had already be...

If Only... by Bodle Mohamed Once upon a time,  there was a boy who lived in a small town. The boy's name was Khadar, and he lived with his father. His mother died when he was four years old. One day, one of his friend in school told him, "there is a party at my house tonight; it is my birthday, will you come?" Khadar answered affirmatively. After School, Khadar went home and met his father watching television, he asked his father if it was okay to attend the party at his friend's house that night. He father said no. Khadar felt angry that his father refused him from attending his friend's birthday party. He yelled at his father, and then left the house angrily. After about four hours which the son did not return home, Khadar's father went looking for him. While he was searching for his son that evening, he noticed that some robbers were attempting to steal from a small shop. Khadar's father knew that if he called the police, they...