Sisters I'm a brother. And I am so in love with this one qalanjo that I'm physically sick most of the time and I cry very frequently. Its really sad. I get depressed thinking about the impossibility of our being together. I say m'Allah ofc but I still cannot rid myself of the bitter pain and sorrow I feel. I love her so dearly. To have her as my wife, the beautiful mother of my children would be all that I could ever ask for out of life.
My life has become one depressed heartbreak after another. When I was a young boy I went to primary school and there was this Somali girl I really liked. One day she never came to school and I ran home asking Hooyo what happened to heblaayo and Hooyo told me her parents broke up and she returned to Djibouti with her father. I was so sad and depressed, utterly heartbroken as a 7 year old I remember fasting an entire afternoon in protest to God. Now I find myself in a similar situation again. Except this time I cannot bare the heartbreak any longer.
My life has become one depressed heartbreak after another. When I was a young boy I went to primary school and there was this Somali girl I really liked. One day she never came to school and I ran home asking Hooyo what happened to heblaayo and Hooyo told me her parents broke up and she returned to Djibouti with her father. I was so sad and depressed, utterly heartbroken as a 7 year old I remember fasting an entire afternoon in protest to God. Now I find myself in a similar situation again. Except this time I cannot bare the heartbreak any longer.