ቅድሚ’ዛ መዓልቲ’ዚኣ ምስ ፖሊስ ዝተራኸብኩለን መዓልታት ምስ’ዛ ዳሕረወይቲ መዓልቲ’ዚኣ ዋላ ንፈውሲ ማሕላ ብፍጹም ኣይነጻጸራን እየን። ክዛረብ ዕድል ከይሃቡ፡ በዲለ ድየ ኣይበደልኩን’ውን ከይሓተቱ፡ ተሳሂሎምኒ። እቶም ክልተ በበትሮም ሒዞም፡ እቶም ዝተረፉ ክልተ ድማ ብቕልዒትን ጕስጢን ምዝራብ ክሳብ ዝስእን ምንህንህ ኣቢሎም ኣብ ባይታ ሰጢሖምኒ። እቲ ዝዘነበኒ ውቅዒቶም ኣብ ኣእምሮይ እናደጋገምኩ፡ ንነብሰይ ከም ሓንቲ ብጅግ-ጅግ ዝበለት ብላይ ጨርቂ ሰኣልኩዋ። […]
ን’ሓት ናፍቖት ዘቐምሰሎም ሕጻናት ኣጓብዞም ዝነጸፉ ኣዳራሻት ቁሸታት ሓዳር ሕልሚ ዝዀነን ጐራዙ ሕጽኖት ሓንቲ ለይቲ ዝጓዓዙ ብግዜ ዝቋመር ዝርካቡ ሰብኣይ ዕብራን ኣደ ዘይትምነዮ ንኣባይ እግሪ ታንክ ዝፈሓሮም ገጻት ቍሪ ዘንጸለን ስድራ–ቤታት ብቐትሩ ዝገሃሙ ፍሩያት ፈዛዛት ኣዒንቲ ምብራቕ ዘየለልዩ ኣእምሮ፡ ‘ትርፎ ለይቲ ተባህለ ክሰምዕ ዝውዕል እዝኒ ንሓቂ ዝጥርጥር ሰንፈላል ልቢ ጕልሻ ብዘይ ሓዊ ሰኽቲቱ ድስቲ ዘቃልሕ
ሎሚ፡ ምስ ኣሮን መሳርሕተይ ብስራሕ ናብ ሮሰን ገይሽና። ሮሰን እትበሃል ቁሸት፡ ባከ ንእትበሃል ቁሸት ረጊጽና ምስ ሓለፍና ኢና ክንብጽሓ ዝነበረና። ነቲ ኣብ መንጐአን ዘሎ ናይ ኣስታት 10 ኪ.ሜ. ፍልልይ፡ ቈጸራና ንምርካብ ብልዑል ፍጥነት እናተሓንበብና ኢና ሸፊናዮ። ኣብቲ ቅጥራን ከም ረጒድ ዓለባ ጡጥ ተነጺፉ ዝነበረ በረድ ከም ዘራጊቶ ዑብ ኣበልናዮ። እቲ ዳእላ ዘይፍለዮ ኣሮን፡ “በየን ደኣ
ሓፈሻዊ መእተዊ ፊልም “ትማሊ” ንከባቢ ዓሰርተ-ሓደ ኣዋርሕ (2009-2010) ወትሩ ሰንበት ብመገዲ ኤሪ-ቲቪ እትፍኖ ዝነበረት ተኸታታሊት ፊልም እያ፣ እዚኣ ፊልም’ዚኣ። ንገለ ክፋል ቃልሲ ህዝቢ ኤርትራ ኣብ ከባቢ ዕስራ ሰዓታት — ማለት 45 ክፋላት — ከተርኢ ዝፈተነት’ያ ነይራ፣ ጸሓፊን ኣላዪን’ታ ፊልም ኣቶ ኢሳያስ ጸጋይ ኰይኑ። ቅድሚ ሕጂ’ውን “ሰሚራ”። “ጕያ”ን “ንእሽቶ ሓወይ ክንዲ ሓሙተይ” (“ሚለኑ”)ን ዝብላ ተኸታተልቲ ፊልምታት
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Despite the hot season, my feet in socks against mosquito attacks, I sat in my balcony for my morning study break ritual. Enjoying the fresh air, I laughed at the tiny creatures swarming around me unable to penetrate my protection – a result of an ingenious idea. A cat below, however, took my attention to
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