(Hadhwanaagnews) Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia, is a city living a clandestine nightmare that even Dante could not imagine. But on this day nothing could conceal the truth as told by dead bodies piling up on its streets. Every freshly killed body, every dead body thrown into the impromptu mass graves; every one of these belongs to only one Somali tribe and no other. Over 1000 bodies of civilians have been found so far; and every last one of them belong to the same tribe- the Hawiye. The dead do not lie. And this is the story they tell; the story of the curse of tribal cleansing yet again; the story of yet another reenactment of the first phase of the Tutsi genocide. Words like terrorists and fundamentalists are nothing but a new version of the old terms of vermin and cockroaches that have served as a short hand for mass murder and as a mechanism for making genocide palatable to an unsuspecting humanity. This day truth is unveiled by the dead. We must listen to this truth for tomorrow it will be too late except for regrets, mutual blame and hand wringing.Abdi-Noor Haji Mohamed is playwright, author and a poet who was on the run with his family in tow, like the estimated 100,000 thousand civilians who were crushed out of their houses just in the last two months of this year. Abdi- Noor found himself running to no where. The soft spoken polite writer does not curse the authors of this calamity. He merely wonders in his article on Hiiraan Online “Why do African leaders spend millions of dollars in killing their own people who were already dying from hunger and disease”. He sings to his daughter Maria:
Guji halkan si aad u sii akhridid
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