Share: Family Stories from Back in the Day

Our parents qabil culture defies logic. Every family married out and somalis are all mixed....but its still there. All my nephews will be hawiye as all my sister married to them. We still diss those dark ninjas everyday. God bless them


@Jaydaan

Speak of your family, mine literally are intermarried first and second cousins and only one of the wives of my great grandfather was from another sub-sub clan, but she was still within the fold of the major clan. I should check my genes, hope I don't carry some genetics disorders.
 
@Jaydaan

Speak of your family, mine literally are intermarried first and second cousins and only one of the wives of my great grandfather was from another sub-sub clan, but she was still within the fold of the major clan. I should check my genes, hope I don't carry some genetics disorders.
I knew you werent real mj aussie. All cousin marriage. Naah bro we are explorers by nature
 

NAAFO

VALOR MORGHULIS
A long time ago across the narrow sea in the feudal 7 kingdoms (somalia) westeros
where the mad king ruled (siyad barre)

The time the great revolutionary and glorious leader siyad barre imprisoned two members of my family
both of which were high ranking officials within his government,

one was head of the national police and was my grandmothers (plural) brother, I don't need to mention the clan I think it will be fairly obvious to anyone that subsequently is aware of somali politics during the siyad barre era.


The other relative who also occupied a senior position within siyad barre's government and lead offensives as a high ranking official during the 1977 military campaign in ethiopia to liberate our fellow somali ogadenian brothers and sisters from semitic habesha tyranny and oppression whilst decimating the vestiges of habesha resistance,

and upon returning to xamar following the events that inevitably lead to the end of the war and was subsequently detained and imprisoned by siyad barre's decree.

all because he was related to my other relative through marriage which lead to both of my relatives who were senior officials in his government being released and pardoned eventually by siyad barre. with them living out their remainder as exiles.

Inspite of siyad barre thinking that their were conspiracies and plots afoot everywhere like the mad king aerys the II of his name,

my relatives served him loyally and dutifuly like Ned Stark & Jon Arryn (my relatives) did to the mad king aka siyad barre however I still think of him as a great leader,

what I personally think ultimately cost him is not being decisive along with not being able to differentiate friend from foe by being to lenient especially with aidid, abdullahi yusuf, among others etc

But to me siyad barre will always be the glorious revolutionary.leader despite jailing my relatives aun siyad.




I kept everything vague as I didn't want any qabayalaad bs


btw this is all true.

I have proof to back this all up.
 
Lately, I’ve been spending time with mom and dad, and they’ve told some far out stories about life back in the day.

One of the most interesting ones I’ve heard is of my mother’s about her father’s family. Her father was a twin. They had one other sibling, a girl, with a renowned temper, as beautiful as she was fiery.

She was married to a man from some other clan in a different area from where her nuclear family lived.

Suddenly one day, the brothers heard tell that their sister had died, but suspiciously, she’d already been buried without the news of her death having reached her own family so that they could be the ones to take on the funeral proceedings as was custom; to pray over her, to bury her, to lower her into the ground with their own hands.

For that reason, and for the fact that it was a sudden death with no reports of sickness on the part of their only sister, they suspected foul play on the part of her husband’s side.

And so the two remaining siblings, twin brothers, traveled to their sister’s grave site.

As they surveyed the people in the village who had attended a Janaza her family had not been made aware of, there were whispers that there was blood seen on the burying garments of the deceased.

The two brothers got to digging, vowing that if they so much as saw any blood, or signs of carnage on her body, there would be hell to pay by their in-laws.

Me: They did what??!

Before the digging could be come to a neck, it was interrupted by an older member in the family who told them to stop.

The brothers angrily refused, their suspicions having been made worse by the reports of the Janaza attendees. More counseling took place right over the grave itself over the span of three days as they slept and ate under a tree near the site, and they were eventually mediated into an agreement.

The agreement was that the husband would swear on the Quran over the half-dug grave of his wife, that neither he or any members of his family were responsible for their sister’s death. The man swore on the Quran. The brothers reversed their progress on the grave, prayed over it, said their tidings, and the crowd dispersed.

The husband went blind.

At this point, I ask my mom how tf she knows he went blind?

She said the husband used to roam the streets blind not right away, but not far after, and that he was well known in the area.

I said, “So you think it’s bc they lied on the Quran?”

She said, “ Yes, everything pointed to murder. But since the older family member was able to bridle the angry passions of the twin brothers (one of them her father) due to the fact that a clan skirmish would break out between the families had the digging went on and revealed a murder.”

“Even as they almost certainly believed she’d been killed, they wanted him on the hook at least in front of the eyes of God, so that he may be cursed were he to lie, which they believed he was. They kept their composure and listened to words they believed to be lies. They kept their word and held off as he went on and swore she’d died a natural death, and that neither him, her husband, nor his family, were responsible for her death, Wallahi Billah Tallahi.”

Do you know any stories from your family?
Nothing as dramatic in my family except one time my brother came home with a severely bruised up face in which my other brother started to laugh at him Making faces similar to his bruised up face i kept telling him to stop making fun of him Allah that Allah can do the same to him. To my surprise The following morning my bro who was making fun woke up with a severely bruised up face exactly like my other brother. Plot of the story don't wrong people.
 

Timo Jareer and proud

2nd Emir of the Akh Right Movement
Back in the 80's my Edo and Hoyo were best friends during High School in Hargeisa. My Edo came to Somalia from Djibouti to attend school, my Hoyo was a local in Hargeisa. They talked for a bit in class and boom, they clicked. Sometime later in the 80's I thought around 1987 my Edo joined the SNM as a medic when SNM captured Hargeisa. My mother wanted nothing to do with the SNM so she preceded with her High School career. Fast forward one year and the bombing of Hargeisa/Isaaq genocide by SNA occurs. My Hoyo, maternal Ayeeyo and Edo, fearing for their lives, flee on foot in the direction of Djibouti. Making stops in towns/cities on the way such as Zelia. Once they finally arrive at Djibouti city, they stay at my Paternal Ayeeyo's place. After a little while, my Hoyo and her Mother get there own place in Djibouti. My Edo finishes high school that year. My Edo gets married to a Somali man from Ethiopia shortly after that. They both migrate to Canada for better opportunities.

My Hoyo immigrants to Kenya for a better shot at a good university in Nairobi. My Ayeeyos cousins live there so they housed her well she lived in Kenya. After 4 years, my Hoyo graduates University in 1992. She stays in Kenya for another 3 years working in Nairobi but eventually immigrants to Canada as well.


My Father during the late 80's was in France attending the University of Paris V. He later got his PHD for Computer Sciences and lived in Paris for another couple of years. He later left in 1989 to Canada because he thought Paris was becoming a shithole (he dogged a bullet).

My father first moved to Montreal then eventually to Ottawa in the 90's to work in the federal government. My mother happened to also move into Ottawa at the time. My Edo and Hoyo met up in Toronto after my Hoyo got off her flight from Kenya. My Edo showed her around the place in Toronto but my Hoyo ended up moving to Ottawa. There she got to meet my father who my Edo introduced to her. My Abo and Hoyo fell in love shortly after, got married, bought a house, and a few years later I become a thing.
 

Vanessa

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Why was he? If you don’t mind answering.
Well, Barre executed my grandfather because my grandfather refused and didn’t acknowledge barre’s leadership.
Also he was part of coup to get rid of Barre.
 
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Basra

LOVE is a product of Doqoniimo mixed with lust
Let Them Eat Cake
VIP
What are the odds a mother and her son both got stolen as babies by incompetent women :damedamn:

No? Lol.


LOL@incompetent


I think it has nothing to do with incompetence huuno. It is a real struggle for some women to have babies. Remember in Suleiman & Dauud story pbut, how the two women were fighting over a baby? And Suleiman said ok lets splits the baby in half so that they can have half half? And the real mother cried and said NO, let her have her? Every day we hear stories in the media about a woman walking into a hospital and stealing a babby lol

The struggle is real. But walaahi what an odd thing it happened to our family twice, with no consequence.
 

Basra

LOVE is a product of Doqoniimo mixed with lust
Let Them Eat Cake
VIP
:dead::dead1:

Your mom is a savage :damn:.


I was fed a humble pie.
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Basra

LOVE is a product of Doqoniimo mixed with lust
Let Them Eat Cake
VIP
The ending left me with mixed feelings. Part of me wish basra was abducted by those wicked ogaadens


loool It was my mom who got abducted, but yeah my future would have been totally different. My mom would have gone to Ogaden land, and my mom would have married an ogaden man, and i would be an ogaden. Bisiinka the thought of it scares me

@Timo Madow and proud @Tukraq
 

VixR

Veritas
LOL@incompetent


I think it has nothing to do with incompetence huuno. It is a real struggle for some women to have babies. Remember in Suleiman & Dauud story pbut, how the two women were fighting over a baby? And Suleiman said ok lets splits the baby in half so that they can have half half? And the real mother cried and said NO, let her have her? Every day we hear stories in the media about a woman walking into a hospital and stealing a babby lol

The struggle is real. But walaahi what an odd thing it happened to our family twice, with no consequence.
Yeah, I remember that story.

That is crazy it happened twice! Your mom and brother got lucky their abductors were not so smart lol.
 
I was telling it exactly how my mom told it out of respect.
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Tell us a story, Ferrari. I bet you have something.
It's because Allah punished him, hopefully you'll become muslim again inshallah. i'll make dua for you, i am trying to become religious again, I fell off hard.:francis:

I have a lot of stories, but I cant share them on here.:trumpsmirk:
 

VixR

Veritas
It's because Allah punished him, hopefully you'll become muslim again inshallah. i'll make dua for you, i am trying to become religious again, I fell off hard.:francis:

I have a lot of stories, but I cant share them on here.:trumpsmirk:
I can’t decide if you’re alluding they’re all brutal, or bc of identity.


I’m half expecting someone to chime in that they heard this story growing up as well :damedamn:
 
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