>be me, 18
>be somali
>meet a girl named Fatima at the mosque
>she was buying a shawarma from the pita stand outside of the men's section
>we talk for a while, share a bunch of interests
>we both like somnet, soccer, and Assassin's creed black flag
>invite her back to my place after Jumu'ah prayer to play it
>I know hooyo already made shaah and prepared the xalwa since she always does on fridays
>walking home with Fatima, I brag to her about how many quran verses I memorized just in the past week
>she's thoroughly impressed
>arrive at my house
>I can already smell the unsi from outside
>disgunbegood.jpg
>unlock door, walk in through corridor
>I can hear paltalk fainty in the background
>hooyo is talking on the phone quite loudly to ayeeyo in the jikad
>make our way down to the basement
>I bring refreshments downstairs
>horrified at what was sitting on my couch
>it's Libaan
>he is already flirting with Fatima, mentioned how many free movies and music he pirated online using uTorrent
>"Warya Fatima, we should go over to my ship right now, I'm sure Mohammud over here is no fun anyway"
>Fatima's very impressed, almost took off her hijaab
>No no no this can't be happening
>She decides to leave with Libaan
>before Libaan walks out the door, he turns towards me, and says
>"Mohammud, I am the captain now"
>tfw spent the whole afternoon eating beris and hilib ari and crying in the musqush by myself
>tfw Libaan is already halfway done with his somali wife harem (Fatima is his fifth)
>tfw I didn't even get my first wife yet
>tfw he's going to spend his summers going to Puntland collecting prime teen wives, riding camels and drinking ambo
>tfw I'll never be able to go back to Mogadishou without being mugged, killed, or taken as a hostage