In
one of his most memorable letters to the
British, The Sayyid did not mince words, bluntly
and boldly he spoke Truth to the arrogant and
ignorant British imperial
power.
He
wrote:
I
want to rule my own country. I want to protect
my own religion....
All you can get from me is war, nothing
else….We ask for Allah’s
blessings. Allah is with me as I write this. If
you want war, I am
happy; if you want peace, I am also content .
But if you want peace,
go away from my country to your own.
Today
the leaders of the Union of Islamic Courts
The
inheritors of the mantle of Sayyid Mohamed
Abdille Hassan
Have
delivered the same message
To
the Tigrinyan Tosspot
To
the Tigrinyan Totalitarian
To
Mickey Mouse Melles:
If
you want peace, go away from our country
to your own.
Don’t
listen to what Yay & Ghedi are whispering in
your eager ears.
This
land is not yours!
Our
creed
Our
country
Are
not for sale.
Just
like the days of the Sayyid
Just
like the days of yore
Just
like the days of lore
There
are two types of Somalis:
The
foolish faithless few traitors who let
themselves be led astray
Like
Yay
Like
Ghedi
Who
have treason in their blood.
These
Melles minion mental mules are a minuscule
minority
Without
merit
Without
muscle
Without
marrow
Without
mind
Without
might
Without
main
Without
moxie
Without
marbles.
Yellow
Yay & Ghastly Ghedi are on The Road
to Damnation:
It
is their lot
To
limp along the road to hell led by the nose by
Mendacious Melles
To
trot in terror behind the enemy alien honky
Kaffir infidel
To
understand nothing
To
be condemned to Madness
Like
Bush
They
are full of bushwa
Like
Bush
Like
Blair
Like
Melles
It
is their lot
To
hate Islam & Muslims
To
despise the Sharia Divine Law
To
be the children of the Devil
Like
the ill-mannered Iidoor
It
is their lot to be
The
ofay’s Tool
The
ofay’s Fool
The
ofay's Tonto
It
is their lot
To
shamelessly grovel at the feet of Mindless
Melles
To
be forever as asinine as asses
To
be the houseboys of Bwana Bush
It
is their lot
To
butcher pigs for the Tigrinyan Tinhorn Tinpot
Tyrant
To
never be nauseated as they butcher pigs for
bald bad porcine Melles
It
is their lot
To
mistake the hell-bound Crusader for the
Prophet
It
is their lot
To
never breathe the Sweet Airs of Paradise
If
Quisling Yay were a Muslim
He
would loathe the Tigrinyan Transgressor
He
would not be affectionately holding his hand
right now in downtown Gal-ka-yo
Whispering
sweet nothings in his eager ears
Calling
him sweet soft names
Calling
him:
Tigrinyan
Ismail!
Our
very own Dear Dude of Darod Ismail!
This
is just as ridiculous as
When
Perfide Albion!
When
the British proclaimed
That
they are the kissing cousins of the Warsangale
Darod!
Prompting
the Sayyid to deadpan:
I
did not know you Anglo Saxon SOBs also traced
your ancestry back to our Darod!
Are
you trying now to steal towards me through my
ancestors?
If
Goofy Golem Ghedi were a Muslim
He
would not be so proud of being
The
most disliked donkey dummkopf of Somalia
The
most despised dingbat of Somalia
The
Tigrinyan’s Tonto
The
Tigrinyan’s Toady
The
Tigrinyan’s Fink
The
Tigrinyan’s Floozy
The
Tigrinyan’s Flunky
The
Tigrinyan’s Lackey
The
Tigrinyan’s lickspittle
Ghedi
& Yay are hand in hand on The
Road to Damnation
To
lead Tigrinyan Apes in the Hell called Hawiyah!
Whereas
we, the overwhelming majority of Somalis
At
home and abroad and in the Galut
Aid
and abet and comfort the leaders of the Union
of Islamic Courts
Just
like the worldwide Umma of the House of Islam
We
hereby add our voice to their deafening chorus heard
around the whole world:
Melles!
Go
away from our country!
Go
back to your own!
Our
creed, Islam
Our
country, Somalia
Are
not for sale!
Allahu
Akbar!
There
is no power
There
is no strength
Save
in Allah!
Islam
is our Faith
Islam
is the Perennial Philosophy whose time is
always Now!
Truth
is come
Falsehood
is vanished
For
verily Falsehood is ever the vanisher
Melles!
This
land is not yours to invade with impunity!
Like
the Sayyid before us
Every
Somali who loves Somalia is
On
the Sayyid’s Road of Righteousness:
We
are Muslims
We
know Allah who delights in our steadfastness
We
delight in His Sharia Divine Law
We
will never forsake our Faith in Islam
Come
Bush, Blair, or their Running Dog, Melles!
We
will gladly Jihad
To
defend our Faith
To
defend our Fatherland
We
are Muslims who proudly celebrate
The
Genesis
The
Genius
The
Genealogy
The
Geography
Of
our Somali Race
We
are the Muslims who are now saying
To
Melles
To
that Filthy Unbeliever
This
land is not yours!
The
Lord of hosts is our protector
If
Allah is for us
Who
is Monkey Macaque Melles?
If
Allah is for us
Who
dare be against us?
The
Lord is on our side
We
will not fear: What can man do unto us?
Not
unto us, O Lord,
Not
unto us
But
unto Thy Name
Give
victory
Give
glory
For
Thy mercy's sake
For
Thy Truth's sake
The
Lord of hosts is with us
The
God of Jacob is
Our
defense
Our
refuge
Our
redeemer
Our
fortress
Our
strength
Our
shield
We
will not me moved
We
will not be afraid of the Yankee terror by
night
Nor
of the Tigrinyan arrow that flies by day
O
Lord
Let
the words of our mouths and the meditations of
our hearts be acceptable in Thy sight
The
Lord is our Light
The
Lord is our Salvation
Whom
shall we fear?
The
Lord is the protector of our lives:
Of
whom shall we be afraid?
Under
the Tree-of-Good-Counsel
We
Muslims talk turkey to each other without the
tutoring
Of
the Tigrinyan Trickster
Of
the Tigrinyan Tick
Of
the Tigrinyan Tyke
Of
the Tigrinyan Twerp
We
Muslims are always ready
To
fight the good fight
To
finish the course
To
keep the Faith
We
are the Muslims who boldly proclaim
The
Lord is our Helper
We
will never fear
What
Melles shall do unto us
For
like the Sayyid
Our
portion is to walk in the company of the Sura
of Watiin
Basking
In
the blessing of Allah
In
the bakshiish of Allah
In
the praise of Allah
We
are unbeatable
For
we are united Somalis under the Shade of the
Holy Quran
The
Lord is our Helper
Every
morning at dawn we Muslims lift our eyes
Unto
Allah
Unto
the hills
From
whence comes our help
When
the help of Allah comes from His holy hills
When
the victory of Allah comes
You
see as you do now
The
people enter into the religion of Islam in
droves
Praise
Allah from whom all blessings flow
Praise
Him all creatures here below
Now
the Lord and his hosts fight upon our side
Now
God & our good cause fight upon our side
Now
God & good angels fight upon our side
As
we fight against the enemies of Allah
Yay
& Ghedi will soon lament:
Ya
laytani kuntu turaba!
'O
would that I were earth!
The
Tigrinyan Tyrant will fall in the height of
all his false pride
Happy
victory is ours!
What
traitor hears me now and says not Amen?
------Mahamud Siad Togane
Nota
Bene: toganester@gmail.com
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Shakespeare's
Richard 111.
These
four sacred books Allah has sent that every
literate Muslim revers & reads: the
Torah, the Psalms, the Gospels, and the Quran.
