From SomaliFaces, Real Stories from Somalis

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Let me highlight some Somali stories that could be inspiring to you as they had been to me.

First Story.

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“The first thing that caught my eyes, after returning to Mogadishu after 26 years, is how animals are neglected and not properly treated in our society, especially cats and dogs. I saw things that pained me, but for some it was normal. Most of the time, these animals don’t have any owners, and they roam the street to find little food or water that they can get. Most of the time, they find shelter underneath cars but often get run over. I reasoned with myself that since my people have been through hell, they forgot to think about the welfare of the animals. It became a daily routine for me to buy lots of meat after work and visit where they hide. When I slowly approach, they start appearing and following me around. I like to believe that they are happy to see me, but most probably it is the smell of food. Since then, I’ve been campaigning hard to raise awareness as it’s a human obligation to show compassion to animals as they share the world with us. Prophet Muhammad said ‘Whoever is kind to the creatures of God is kind to himself’ My dream is to build a big animal shelter here that will house the animals that don’t have a home and train volunteers to take care of them.” (Mogadishu)

“Mudo 26 sano ah oo aan dalka ka maqnaa waxaan ku noolaa wadamo kala duwan. Markii aan dalka imid indhayga waxaa buuxiyay dhibaatada haysata xayawaanka ku dhibaataysan jidadka. Jidadka dalka waxaa gaajo, jiro iyo rafaad ku qaba xayawaanka sida eeyada, bisadaha, dameerada, lo’da, ari, ido iyo marmar xataa geela. Xayawaan badan oo magaalooyinka Soomaaliya jooga ma jiro qof mas’uul ka ah; waana inay maalintii oo dhan jidadka meeraan si ay qashinka ugala baxaan waxii ay cuni karaan; inta badan ma helaan waxaan bac iyo baakado ahayn. Xayawaankan baabuurta ayaa inta badan dulmarta maadaama ay ku noolyahiin jidadka. Hase ahaatee maadaama ay dadkeenu soo mareen dhibaatooyin badan inta badan ma arkaan dhib haysata xayawaanka. Hawshan waxay noqotay mid ka mid ah hawsha aan qabto maalinkasta, waxaan usii iibiya hilib marka aan shaqada ka baxo, kadib waxaan booqda meesha ay ku qarsoonyihiin. Marka aan dhankooda si qunyar ah ugu dhaqaaqo way soo baxaan kadib aniga ayey isoo racaan. Waxaan jecelahay in aan aamino in ay faraxsanyihiin markasta oo ay I arkaan. Laakiin inta badan waa cuntada marka ay uriyaan. Waxaan isku dayaa inaan wax ka badalo fikirka dadkeena, oo aan xasuusiyo inay tahay waajib deenta macaan ee Islaamku nagu amartay inaan u naxariisano xoolaha. Nebi Maxamed NNKH wuxuu yiri; “Qofkasta oo u naxariista aaburta Eebe , Eebe wuu naxariista qofkaas.” Hamigaygu waa in aan dhiso xarun lagu daryeelo xayawaanka aan haysan cid u fidisa daryeel isla markaana aan tababar siiyo dad iska wax u qabo ugu shaqeeya.” (Muqdisho)
 
Second Story

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“It was on a Sunday when I was told that my father wouldn’t come back. My mother grieved so much; I have never seen her like that before. Dozens of people visited our home, trying to counsel my mother. I didn’t know why my father left, but eventually, my mother told me the truth and that he was killed. It affected me greatly, for a while. I tried to keep myself busy by working hard on my madrassa lessons. Unfortunately, my teacher didn’t agree with me. He told me to either pay up or go home; and that I was difficult to teach. I was ok with it in the end, as it gave me an opportunity to help my mother and siblings. I wake up every morning, go to the Bakaaraha market and collect thrown away fruit and vegetables. I clean them up and sell them. I make up about 30,000 to 50,000 Somali shillings (roughly 2 to 3 dollars) a day. I hand everything over to my mother, and it makes me so happy when she says that she prays for me. Now, I take care of my younger siblings who daily attend the madrassah. Once I’ve saved up enough, I want to become a Madrassa teacher and teach poor kids for free.” (Mogadishu)


“Waxay ahayd maalin axad ah waxaa la ii sheegay in uusanaabahay soo noqonayn, hooyadaynawaxaa ka muuqataymurugo aad u badan. Hore umaarkinweligayiyadoosidaas u murugoonaysa. Gurigeena dad badan oo ooynaaya ayaa yimid. Ma ogayn sababta uu Aabbo u tagay laakiin ugu danbayntii hooyaday waxay ku dhiiratay in ay sheegto runta in aabbahay la dilay. Si aad u daran ayey ii saamaysay, hadana waxaan la tabcaamay casharadii malcaamada, nasiibdarro macalinkaygi igama yeelin taas, wuxuu igu wargeliyey in aan bixiyo ama gurigeena iska aado. Macalinkii wuxuu igu yiri waa adagtahay in wax lagu baro. Ugu danbayntii waan aqbalay taas, maadama ay fursad isiinayso aan ku caawiyo hooyaday iyo walaaladay. Malinkasta waxaan toosa wakhti hore waxaan aada dhankaas suuqa Bakaaraha, si aan usoo uruursado khudaarta la tuuro. Waan nadiifiyaa dhamaantood hadana dibaan usii iibiya. Waxaan ka fa’iidaa lacag dhan qiyaastii inta u dhaxaysa 30,000 to 50,000 Shilin Soomaali ah u dhingnta maalintii. Dhamaan hooyaday gacanta ka saara lacagtaas aniguna waan ku farxaa marka ay ii sheegto in ay I ducayso markasta. Wakhtigan xaadirka ah waxaan daryeela caruurta iga yaryar ee walaladay ah, kuwaas oo dhigta malcaamad. Marka xooga isku kay gaaraan waxaan doonayaa in aan noqdo macalin malcamadeed si aan caruurta kasoo jeeda qoysaska danyarta ah wax u baro si bilaa lacag ah.” (Muqdisho)
 
If you have time to visit the website and read stories of Somalis from Somalia, here is the link.

http://www.somalifaces.org/


Post here the story that inspires you or troubles you. Let us fill this trash website with something positive for a change instead of the usual stupidity and clan oriented topics that make us look like the savages we have become.


I liked the kid story enough to contact the website and ask if they can put me in touch with the kid. Hope to hear from them so I can support the kid as much as I can.


Wasalaam.
 
These are very well written. Person behind it should write a book, and compile all of these as short stories and sell it.

Or, he could change some of the names and faces from somali to general african and sell it as children's books for black history month or africans in general.

:patrice:
 
These are very well written. Person behind it should write a book, and compile all of these as short stories and sell it.

Or, he could change some of the names and faces from somali to general african and sell it as children's books for black history month or africans in general.

:patrice:


They are doing some good work on that website. I found it by accident. Spread their website on your social media accounts bro. Help the stories reach other Somalis who might be affected positively by them.
 
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“I used to despise marriage. I never thought I would ever get married. It all changed when I moved to Burao in 2000. I met my first wife Hodan there. I fell in love with her, but I believe you can love more than one person. My first wife encouraged me to marry, and I then met Fadumo. For over nine years, we were a happy, loving family; then I met Laki. Finally, my three wives introduced me to Bahsan who I married in 2017. It was a unique wedding. My first three wives were the bridesmaids. I love being fair to people, and that is a quality that most people know about me. I believe that if you are just in this world, you will be rewarded in the HereAfter. We have 18 children altogether. Our children differentiate between the different mothers and call them equally mother. Every day, I put them on a bus to school and then head to my workshop. If one my wives does the shopping, the others take care of the kids. We have such a great chemistry and teamwork, and there is no jealousy in our family. People might talk, but they can never pull our spirit down. Our happiness comes first. Whilst maintaining an automobile repair shop, I teach 40 young men how to perform mechanical work. I like to keep myself busy. I can’t wait for my family to expand with grandkids.”


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“I used to despise marriage. I never thought I would ever get married. It all changed when I moved to Burao in 2000. I met my first wife Hodan there. I fell in love with her, but I believe you can love more than one person. My first wife encouraged me to marry, and I then met Fadumo. For over nine years, we were a happy, loving family; then I met Laki. Finally, my three wives introduced me to Bahsan who I married in 2017. It was a unique wedding. My first three wives were the bridesmaids. I love being fair to people, and that is a quality that most people know about me. I believe that if you are just in this world, you will be rewarded in the HereAfter. We have 18 children altogether. Our children differentiate between the different mothers and call them equally mother. Every day, I put them on a bus to school and then head to my workshop. If one my wives does the shopping, the others take care of the kids. We have such a great chemistry and teamwork, and there is no jealousy in our family. People might talk, but they can never pull our spirit down. Our happiness comes first. Whilst maintaining an automobile repair shop, I teach 40 young men how to perform mechanical work. I like to keep myself busy. I can’t wait for my family to expand with grandkids.”


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:lolbron:@highlighted. So, you don't believe hearts can be divided? Men are different beasts man ..
 
First story brought a tear to my eye, animals are so important. I hate animal neglect. Thank you for sharing this website.


I owned a cat when I was a kid and usually let it sleep next to me in bed much to the dislike of my Mom who used to think it was going to give me a disease. Used to be a cat and a mouse game to get the cat to my bed at night when no one was looking around.
 
I owned a cat when I was a kid and usually let it sleep next to me in bed much to the dislike of my Mom who used to think it was going to give me a disease. Used to be a cat and a mouse game to get the cat to my bed at night when no one was looking around.

What happened to it?
 
What happened to it?


I had it for few years and it grew really big before it died. I personally buried him along with my friends and siblings. It was male cat, grey and white with black dots/stripes. I found it as a new born and barely walking around with one eye infected. So I stole my grandmother's eye-drops and administered it to the infected eye. Found some ticks on him as well we called "booddo" in Somali that bite hard. To get rid of that, me and my younger sister used some diesel soaked napkins(days of ignorance) and used that as rubbing alcohol on the cat's skin. Somehow the insects disappeared. From there on, it was my cat and it ate what I ate from pasto, bariis, soor, or even canjeero/laxoox. Had fun with it. Sometimes I would keep it busy at lunch by tying thin robe around the cat's waist with a crumbled paper-ball at the end and it kept chasing that till I finished my lunch lol.
 
I had it for few years and it grew really big before it died. I personally buried him along with my friends and siblings. It was male cat, grey and white with black dots/stripes. I found it as a new born and barely walking around with one eye infected. So I stole my grandmother's eye-drops and administered it to the infected eye. Found some ticks on him as well we called "booddo" in Somali that bite hard. To get rid of that, me and my younger sister used some diesel soaked napkins(days of ignorance) and used that as rubbing alcohol on the cat's skin. Somehow the insects disappeared. From there on, it was my cat and it ate what I ate from pasto, bariis, soor, or even canjeero/laxoox. Had fun with it. Sometimes I would keep it busy at lunch by tying thin robe around the cat's waist with a crumbled paper-ball at the end and it kept chasing that till I finished my lunch lol.

Cute, resourceful children. This was in Somalia?
 
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