Mahbub AbdillahiWriting as a form of healingOf all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit…Jun 181Jun 181
Mahbub AbdillahiIn search of solitudeImagine standing at the edge of a dense forest, the quietness broken only by the flutter of foliage and snapping of twigs. Before you, a…May 18May 18
Mahbub AbdillahiIndividual autonomy: A personal reflectionSince my college years, I’ve been fascinated by the nature of social structures and how they shape both individuals and society as a whole…Apr 21Apr 21
Mahbub AbdillahiKnowledge in the digital ageHave you ever found yourself impatiently clicking on an enticing article headline only to be met with a frustrating paywall demanding…Mar 20Mar 20
Mahbub AbdillahiSubdued Celebration and the Silent HourIn a world where the advent of the new year is marked by grand events and celebrations, Somalia stands out as a distinctive exception.Jan 1Jan 1
Mahbub Abdillahi2023In the obscure corners of my world, I find myself tiptoeing around stories I’ve kept to myself — a kind of whispered symphony that feels…Dec 28, 2023Dec 28, 2023
Mahbub AbdillahiThe crisis of human “progress”In every attempt to articulate my understanding of the current state of the world, I wrestle with an inherent struggle. The problem lies in…Dec 21, 2023Dec 21, 2023
Mahbub Abdillahilife in rural SomaliaI grew up in one of the biggest cities in Somalia, right in the heart of the urban hustle. My childhood was molded by the rapid changes in…Dec 8, 2023Dec 8, 2023
Mahbub AbdillahiThe pitfalls of asking followersI joined Medium five months ago with a modest understanding of this community of writers. I didn’t have any expectations prior to joining…Nov 30, 2023Nov 30, 2023
