(to my sister, Fowsia Abdulkadir)
Let there be no pretense to sadness, or mourning
in vain
Over this humble grave—my long-lost home where
at last I return
To—where all content lived before ambition drove
us all insane,
For it’s been this grave I deeply yearn:
I’ll care little to cherish, if I could, beyond this my
very grave,
So much of loss and sorrow has been my lot,
the pain undue,
And this world, to me, has been too cold to care,
with nothing ultimately to save;
From the wealthy trouble undue, from the tender-
hearted love untrue:
I’ve seen ‘the wise’ gather and rule perforce
For a tyrant-prince—a dishonest man with no
conscience or clue—
Stubbornly pursue to kill his own wife, even after
divorce;
No, I’m glad to be home, dear sister, to my sweet
nature:
Glad, glad to awaken at last, glad that an unkind
world leaves me to my dream;
Done, done away with fast-fading, foredoomed
pretense to love and adventure;
Glad to awaken from childish nightmare, again to
be whom I used to be, a real Hakim.
-by Hakim H. Kassim.
(March 03, 2025/Jigjiga)
NOTE: starting with the 9th-line (“I’ve seen the wise) till the 12th-line (“Insisting it’s of. . .atrocous”) addresses the love and marriage which Princess Diana
(July 1, 1961–August 31, 1997) shared with Charles, Prince of Wales then, all of which ultimately and directly led to the death, sudden and tragic, of Princess Diana.