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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...

     A Short Story by Mohamed Mohamoud Ahmed Once upon a time, there was a boy whose name was Ghuled. He was living with his parents. His parents were very interested in empowering their boy educationally to become the first among others. Ghuled was a student who refused the advice of his parents. He started to follow bad students that he should not even be engaged with and they became close friends. ‘Wasting time is not good,’ his father advised him. ‘But Ahmed replied that time was not important. Despite this, Ghuled's parents promised to send him outside the country for his university education after he must have finished his secondary education. Unfortunately, he did not accept the idea of his parents and turned a deaf ear to their words. He started to smoke cigarettes and chew khat all day till he exhausted his time without anything being achieved. And this was how Ghuled burned his days which became months and then years without any achievement. Many y...

                           Divine Punishment                                       -- Ahmed Mohamed Ahmed Once there was a young man who lived in a small village far away from the city. His name is Hussein.  He was nicknamed Stallion because of his physical appearance for he was giant of a man and was even more intimidating because of his taciturnity; he was not given to talking too much and avoided sitting and talking to anyone for too long.       The village Hussein lived contained not too many people and everyone in the village knew Hussein as one who would never deliberately harm another unless provoked.     One day, a very jealous and aggressive man called Kasim came to the village. He was surprised by Hussein's comportment.       'Such a giant of a man, y...

The King and the Golden Pot                                   --Nabiha Abdillahi Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. The king had a beautiful golden pot which he loved so much because he got it as a special gift from his mother before she died. One day, a goat inserted its head inside the pot belonging to the king, and the head became stuck in it. When the king heard that a stubborn goat had got its head stuck in his beautiful and beloved golden pot, he became very angry. Then he called all the people in his country and told them that whoever could remove the pot from the goat's head safely would be rewarded handsomely. Everyone tried, but all efforts proved abortive. Fortunately, a man who was travelling past on a journey came and  saw the people around the king's palace. He asked them what was happening there. They told him the who...

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...