...Hirriba du'aa rafe...

Dubbiin hiyyeessaa
Akka lama jedhani;
Tokko karaatti hafe
Waa waliin beekani
Tokko garaatti hafe
Utuu waliin seeqanii
Hirriba du'aa rafe
Utuu karraan eeganii
Giddu gidduutti hafe
Iyyanuun dammaqu
Namni beekaa rafe
Biyyoo itti waakkata
Nama du'arra laafe


Bara jiraattu keessatti waan tuqaa jaalalaa irraa kaatee hojjette gonkumaa hin gaabbiin-hin jibbiin. Jaalalli dhugaa nama hin gaabbisiisu.

Irraan gadee Kattaa
Sinbirroon iyyitee
Irraa mureen gata
Eessa koo jibbitee
Utuun siin jedhee
Maal naan jettaa
Faallaa isa kanaa
Maal narraa feetaa?


Yeroo tokko tokko callisuun deebii hundarra gaarii dha. Callisi.

Pain never ends...We just find Another reason to smile.

Narraa fagaatte jedhee
Si yaaduun kiyya yoom hafee
Ilkeen yaada kee na iddee
Na dhiisuu dide akka caba lafee

Uffanni bareedaan ati uffachuu dandeessu, ofitti amanamummaa dha.

Har'a rakkoon si mudachuu ykn guyyaan kee hammaachuu danda'a, garuu sun jireenya kee guutuu hin murteessu.

Marcuma kabajaatu si eegaa jira.

Karaa kee wanti naaf ta'e akkuma jiru wanti natti hir'ates jira. Ta'us isa natti hir'ate caala isa karaa kee naaf ta'etu caala Guddaadha. Kanaaf Isa yeroo kamii caala sin Jaaladha Yeroo Kamiyyuu.

Bifa kee fi uffata ati ofirraa qabdu caalaa, Jaalala, Kabajaa fi ulfina ati namaaf qabdutu namummaa kee ibsa. Isaan kun Gonfoo keeti.

Amala akka Nadhii Dammaa Qabda

( Warqeeko 🖤ko 💎ko)

Humni tokko...

Adda isheetii gadi,
funyaan ishee gararraa
Nyaara ijashee gidduu
Morma isheetii gadi,
handhuura gararraa
Guntuta ishee gidduu


Gadi siqees gidduu...
Lolee kan injifatu,
qofaa isaa miira
Humni cimaan tokko,
gidduu lamaan jira!

Dhiifama Nama Harkisa

💎koo🖤koo

Nama 'garmalee jaallatta' yoo ta'e,.

Yeroo tokko tokko ofii keenyaa baay'ee nama tokkoof kennina waan ta'eef ofii keenyaafis jaalala xiqqoo dhiisuu daganna.

Gad fageenyaan dhimmamna, salphaatti dhiifama goona, waan hunda hubanna, yeroo garaan keenya dadhabellee mul'achuu itti fufna. Akkasumas yeroo wanti tokko kufe, nama sanatti qofa maxxannee osoo hin taane, waan kenninu hunda, waan abdannee fi waan isaan waliin yaadne hundatti maxxannee waan turreef haala adda ta'een nama dhukkubsa.

Tarii barumsi isaa xiqqaa jaallachuu osoo hin taane osoo nama biraa jaallattu gonkumaa of dhabuu ta'uu danda'a.

Garmalee miidhamta ofiis eeggadhu! Shariif isiin jaalataa!

Hin rafuu maalan rafaa
Yoom na ciibsa yaanni kiyyaa.

🖤Ko, Oduu kee malee
Oduu maalii qaba💎ko?

Obsi garuu....
Inni jiru, isa hin jirre sana Caala. Hubadhu ! Yeroo mara obsuun dirqama miti, filannoo biraa yaaluun ni danda'ama, akkuma jadhame jacha hayyicha tokko keessatti

"Obsi filannoo Qabne, bilaash yeroo kee fixus ni ta'a" jadhee ture. Obsi Kan Bareedu tattaaffii Waliini obsi , garuu tattaaffii malee tahuu hin Qabu.

one final message:
"I won't disturb you anymore.
I just needed to know
whether any part of you
ever loved me the way I loved you.
You don't have to explain.
You don't even have to say goodbye.
Just answer me once—
so I can finally stop waiting."

THEN WHEN?

I waited for you—
not for a day,
not for a month,
but for that moment
you would finally say,
“I’m ready.”

Then when?

When will your eyes
stop searching for reasons to leave
and finally look at me
like I am the place
you were always meant to stay?

When will your silence
turn into an answer?

When will the distance
between your heart and mine
become nothing
but a memory?

I have carried your name
through sleepless nights,
hidden your voice
inside the quietest corners of my heart,
and loved you
even when loving you
gave me nothing back.

Still I ask

Then when?

When will I stop waiting
for a message that never comes?

When will I stop checking my phone
as if your name might suddenly appear
and repair everything
your silence broke?

You said,
Maybe someday.

But someday is cruel
when you love someone today.

I don't need forever
if forever is too much.

Give me one honest moment.
One truth.
One answer.

Tell me
should I keep waiting for you,
or should I finally teach my heart
how to live without you?

Because I am tired
of standing at the same door
with the same hope
in my hands.

And if you never come back,
I will eventually leave.

Not because I stopped loving you

but because I finally understood
that sometimes
the deepest love
is knowing when
to stop waiting.

So, my love…

Then when?

If not today,
when?

If not you,
who?

And if there is no “us”
waiting somewhere in our future—

why did my heart
learn your name so well?