Author: United Oromia

Kamaal Abdallaa Jedhama. Nama Oromoof Ajandaa Baasun Sadarkaa Duraatti argamu tahuu Ummanni Oromoo Ragaa baha. Sababaa inni Ajandaa Baasuu Jaalatuuf Namni Hubate hin jiru. Haa tahuu malee Gaafa Dhimmi Ummataa Dubbatamuu eegaluu fi Oromoon Saba Isaatif Sagalee tahuu jalqabu qofa Ajandaa Tolchee dhufa. Ajandaa isaa Namoota beekkamtii qabaniifi kanneen hin qabnes Irratti hirmaatuun yeroo garii Manguddummaa jedhee olii fi gadi deemaan Yeroo garii isuma kana Kadhatuuf Ajandaa biraa baasan. Kunis taheesun Obbo Kamaal Abdallaa Namni jedhamu kun Osoo dhukkubsatuu hunda Tiktok seenun Ajandaa ummataaf tolcha.

Walumaa Galatti Dhimma Linkii isaa gaditti agartan kanaan Sababa inni Ajandaa jidduu kana Oromoof Irra deddeebin baasufi Maalif Akka Mubaarak Musammaa Irratti duula bane Akkasuma Tapha Gabaabaa Makii Oro waliin taasise kana Ittiin Booharaa. Dhimma Kadhattuu fi Rakkataa jedhus hiika isaa Video linkii jalarra jirurraa hubattu Dhaggeeffadhaa waliin gahaa galatoomaa

Video Taphaa Kanaa Linkiin Gama jalaa jira Obboleessi Keenya Aslii Onnee Sabaa yookaan Asladdiin Mohammed Intala Biyya Isaa Irraa Jaalalalli na qabe jechuun Qoosaa Isaatin Ummata Kofalchiisee Booharsaara. Makii Oro Intala Oromoo Lafaa kaaftee Dabbaa hin laalin jechuun Gorsa kenniteef. Raachuu Fi Baaliyaakeen Makii Oro Irratti Qoosaan Hin Jiru waliin jechuun Tapha Jaalalaa Akkuma Ittifufanitti jiran Boohartii gaarii

Obboleessa Keenya Mubaarak Musammaa Irratti Gareedhaan Mariyatanii Shira xaxan jechuun Atakaaroon Gidduu kana Uumamee Ture Guyyaa Arraa Mana Mubaarak Musammaatti Namoonni Shira keessa Harka qaban jedhamuun shakkaman Obbo Kamaal Abdallaa fi Obbo Qawwemaleen Hirmaatun Dhugaa Lafarra jiru dubbatan Dhaggeeffadhaa dhimma kana Asumatti Gabaabaabsaa Oromoo Dhimma sabaa irratti xiyyeeffadhaa Galatoomaa.

Akkuma Taphaatti Eegalame Amma Ummata Keenya Biratti Jaalatama Guddaa Argateera.
Sagantaan Hiriyaa Jaalalaa Namoota Dandeettii Comedy Hojjatuun Namoota Kofalchiisan Yoo Injifatan Kan Badhaasa Itti Badhaasudha.

Qopheessaa fi Hirmaachisaan Sagantichaa Obbo Haroo Yoo Tahu Akka Obbo Haroon Jedhanitti Sagantaa kanaan Ummata Keenya Namoota Kofalchiisuu Dandahan Dorgomsiisee Nama Injifate Badhaasa Doolaara Dhibba Lamarraa Hanga Kumaa Badhaasuu Dabdaha jedhe.

Oromoon Yeroo baayyee Boohuu Malee Kofluu Irraanfate waan taheef Ummanni Keenya Akka Bioharu Akka Koflaan Guyyaa Sanbata Guddaa Galgala Yeroo isaa nuwaliin Dabasuu fi Carraa kanatti Fayyadamnee Artiin Oromoo akka guddatuuf Maqaa Hiriyaa Jaalalaatin Qophii kana hundeessine jechuun Dubbate.
Sagantaa Kana Hundi keessan Akka hirmaattanii Ittiin Booharaa Artii Oromoo Guddisurratti Hojjattan Afeeramtanii Jirtan Itti dhihaadhaa Boohartii gaarii waliif dabarsaa Galatoomaa Oromoo https://youtu.be/KObaf1jw8rs

United Oromian Dhimma Oromo fi oromia irratti xiyyeeffatuun Baayyinaan hojjata.

Artii Oromo Irratti Baayyinaan Kan xiyyeeffannuu fi seenaa keenya Dhokatte,qonnee baasuun Ummata keenyaaf qofa Osoo Hin tahin Addunyaaf Muldhisuuf Ni tattaafanna. Haqaa fi Dhugaa Ummata Keenya Oromoo Addunyaaf Ibsuuf Waan dandeenyu Hunda Ni goona. Nu jajjabeessaa Yaada keessan Nuuf qoodaa Galatoomaa

The mob, driven away from the Custom House, had broken up into several bands, retreating across the plain in the direction of the town. The subdued crash of irregular volleys fired in the distance was answered by faint yells far away. In the intervals the single shots rang feebly, and the low, long, white building blinded in every window seemed to be the centre of a turmoil widening in a great circle about its closed-up silence. But the cautious movements and whispers of a routed party seeking a momentary shelter behind the wall made the darkness of the room, striped by threads of quiet sunlight, alight with evil, stealthy sounds. The Violas had them in their ears as though invisible ghosts hovering about their chairs had consulted in mutters as to the advisability of setting fire to this foreigner’s casa.

It was trying to the nerves. Old Viola had risen slowly, gun in hand, irresolute, for he did not see how he could prevent them. Already voices could be heard talking at the back. Signora Teresa was beside herself with terror.

“Ah! the traitor! the traitor!” she mumbled, almost inaudibly. “Now we are going to be burnt; and I bent my knee to him. No! he must run at the heels of his English.”

She seemed to think that Nostromo’s mere presence in the house would have made it perfectly safe. So far, she, too, was under the spell of that reputation the Capataz de Cargadores had made for himself by the waterside, along the railway line, with the English and with the populace of Sulaco. To his face, and even against her husband, she invariably affected to laugh it to scorn, sometimes good-naturedly, more often with a curious bitterness. But then women are unreasonable in their opinions, as Giorgio used to remark calmly on fitting occasions. On this occasion, with his gun held at ready before him, he stooped down to his wife’s head, and, keeping his eyes steadfastly on the barricaded door, he breathed out into her ear that Nostromo would have been powerless to help. What could two men shut up in a house do against twenty or more bent upon setting fire to the roof? Gian’ Battista was thinking of the casa all the time, he was sure.

“He think of the casa! He!” gasped Signora Viola, crazily. She struck her breast with her open hands. “I know him. He thinks of nobody but himself.”