Ogadenia dhamaanteed....

An Illuminating Article from Ogaden Online.

Nestled in the heart of the Horn of Africa a woman walks across the Savannah, with her child grasping one hand and a precious water container nearly filled to the rim in the other. She scans the landscape for signs of danger taking the form of Ethiopian troops on patrol. She knows that if she encounters even a small patrol, the chances of being raped, beaten and even killed are high. Despite this realization, her children must eat and drink and so she walks, albeit cautiously, driven by the undeniable love a mother has for her child. She has suffered much; her village has been reduced to ashes. The members of her family killed by the Ethiopians are too numerous to recall. During the harshest famines, she has gone hungry to that her children may eat. Her land is rich by all measures, yet she is poor as her mother was before her.

As she walks she sees movement in the distance. She pauses, just to be certain her eyes had not seen something which is not there. Yet, to her horror, her eyes had not deceived her. A slow swarm of figures is approaching her position. They are barely noticeable. There clothes blend into the country side. She quickly glances around for brushes big enough to give her child cover. She has done this before and her child knows to remain silent until her mother removes her hardened hands placed across her tiny dry cracked lips. She sees the brush she is looking for a several meters away. She walks quickly, nearly running, dragging her child. She keeps her head low using the diverse assortment of vegetation which fills the country side as cover when she approaches the lifesaving brushes. She wishes she had drawn water from the well faster so that she had started back sooner, avoiding this place at this moment in time. She is so close where her family is settled that she considers making a run for it but that thought quickly leaves her mind as she knows there is no way she can make it in time and safe her child.

Will she once again live through this day? Will her child grow up even if only to experience the same fear when she collects firewood or fetches water with a child of her own years from now? The mother can only pray. She rushes into the brushes, ignoring the scratches of the dry bush which has not soaked life giving rain for months. She sits still, with her child beside her. Silent, they sit fearing the worst but still hoping to come out this ordeal alive. Even the soft sound of her breath and her rapidly beating heart seem too loud for her liking. She waits, and waits. They are close now, so close you can hear there voices although there words are unrecognizable.

Then suddenly and without warning, there is movement behind her. Someone is approaching. Could she have missed one of them? Was she too late? Had her worst nightmare come true? She cannot bear to look. If this is indeed the end she prays it comes quickly. She moves her hand from her child’s mouth up to her ears. Even a moment before death she cannot bear to let the loud crackly of rifle shots startle her child. It is her last act of love before leaving this world.

“Walaal” a male voice says. She turns without wanting to and sees a hand stretched out, a kind smile and eyes so gentle; they could only be a blessing from Allah. Her breathing slows, she removes her hands from her child’s ears and stares at a young man wearing a green fatigue with his rifle securely balances on his shoulder. “Walaal” he says again, and this time she knows she is safe. This time she knows she stands before one of her own. She may not be so fortunate another day but today she feels she hit the lottery. Today, they will survive, because today she stands before the only ones who have sworn to protect her. Today, she is in the presence of the defenders of her dignity, and the dignity of countless others like her. She exhales and says “Xaqle” as the young man smiles. She moves her child towards him as he separates the thick twigs to ensure the child is not hurt coming out of the brush. She emerges from her hiding place, and sees those same gentle eyes all around her.

Time is forgotten as the young men talk to her while sharing there rations. When the time comes, she says goodbye to her brothers and, to her pleasant surprise, her sisters of the Ogaden National Liberation Front (ONLF), she picks up her water container and walks the short remaining distance to her family with a smile on her face.

Tomorrow she will go out and fetch water again. She will do this despite the dangers she may encounter. She tells herself it’s a matter of survival, but deep down she knows it is more than that. It is her own personal defiance against those who have brought so much misery to her land and her people. She will not be a prisoner in her own land. She will not yield to the wishes of her occupier.

That night, as her child sleeps, she softly recites a poem of defiance. The same poem her mother recited to her years ago. It is a poem recited by mothers to their children all over Ogaden. It is a poem conveying the message of struggle.

She is a Somali woman from the Ogaden and she is the custodian of our hopes and the symbol of our struggle.

Vote for Somali environmentalist Fatima Jibrell!


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Fatima Jibrell is a woman who moves against the tide. While most people were fleeing Somalia during the 1991 civil war, she was returning. Having grown up in a Somali herder community, Fatima had left as a teenager and built a new life in the United States. But she realised things would only change if Somalis converged to bring ideas, solutions and energy back to Somalia. In response, Fatima founded Horn Relief, now known as Adeso, African Development Solutions.“ Though the organisation was indeed originally called the Horn of Africa Relief and Development Organisation, it was commonly known as Horn Relief. 

Fatima saw the connection between peace, empowerment and resource protection. The war had destroyed natural resource management systems, jeopardising traditional ways of life. She co-founded the Resource Management Somali Network (RMSN), one of the few cross-clan networks, and was instrumental in the Puntland government’s ban on the export of charcoal. But she hasn’t just changed minds; she’s changed the landscape. Through her "rock dam” initiative, communities have learnt to manage rainfall using stone piles, which halt water wastage and create spaces for plants to germinate.

One of her greatest achievements has been empowering women and girls to take the lead in peace and conservation. She has helped to secure a constitutional minimum of 30% of government seats for women and fostered a Women’s Coalition for Peace in northern Somalia. Under her guidance, youth and elder pastoralists have shared ideas around the use of fragile resources, healthcare and peace. By encouraging change from the bottom up, Fatima has ensured that the capacity for action will outlast her work.


Hawo Osman Tako (SomaliXaawo Cusmaan TaakoArabic: حواء عثمان تاكو‎) (d.1948) was a prominent early 20th century Somali nationalist.

Tako participated in the 1948 riots in Mogadishu that followed the visit of the Four-Power Commission, where she was killed.[2]

She later became a symbol for Pan-Somalism, and her struggle was taken up by the nationalist Somali Youth League (SYL) political party. The SYL, for its part, would go on to produce numerous influential Prime Ministers and Presidents of Somalia.

In the 1970s, a monument was erected in Mogadishu in honor of Tako’s sacrifice for her nation. Several schools in present-day Somalia are also named after her.



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its so fashionable to cuss somaliland, non of you have substance to back your blind hatred, you just enjoy speaking out of your ass.

besides if you don’t like somaliland, then I’m assuming you don’t like djibouti either, same basic situation( somali people who decided to become a independent state.)

I believe live and let live, if you were a real somali then you would be happy for your brothers and sisters in the north who don’t have to worry about gunshots and warlords.

thats why I have mad love for maryam mursal, she is so damn diplomatic, its beautiful and inspiring, she doesn’t delude herself with tribal bullshit.

uuf somalis ingeneral though, we are dad aad u qadhaad, we can’t simply be happy for each other, we always have to bring each other down.


enough is enough.


The Ogaden National Liberation Front (ONLF) separatist rebel group fighting to make the region of Ogaden (also known as Ogadenia and Zone 5) in eastern Ethiopia an independent state.

The territory has been under occupation since the Scramble for Africa, and that the inhabitants have been unable to choose their own name for the land.

As of 2011 the government of the Ethiopian Somali region carried out an offensive with a new task force recruits from areas around ONLF controlled villages and towns. This became know as the New Police.

Alongside the offensive, the government carried out a cultural and media campaign. This included song and stage competitions as well as regular news bulletins featuring villagers who were presented as ONLF victims, amputated limps and cut off tongues being the signature of the Ogaden National Liberation Army (ONLA) against villagers who refuse to join.

ONLF has been responsible for serious abuses, including abductions, beatings, and summary executions of civilians in their custody, including government officials and individuals suspected of supporting the government. While its attacks are largely directed at the Ethiopian armed forces, it has at times conducted attacks against civilian areas and used landmines in a manner that indiscriminately harmed civilians. 

The ONLF also has threatened attacks on civilian commercial enterprises and imposed “taxes” on commercial trucks and convoys moving through rural areas under their control. Individuals who commit serious laws of war violations are responsible for war crimes.

When do liberation fighters become oppressors of the people they claim to be liberating?

Nabad Iyo Caano to all of you

Im losing followers for the last few posts, but I have to be honest and stand by what I believe in.

I have nothing but love for my people(regardless of what flag or region or tribe) and I will rep somaalinimo till the day RIP.

I just have to say this, as soon as you guys let go of the anger and resentment, you will realize how much space that shit was taking up in your mind then you have a beautiful opportunity to fill that new found space with positivity and love for your people.