Wednesday, October 12, 2016



I walk aimlessly , cluelessly..trying to pull my own weight. Every step feels like ascending the moon with one single large step ripping my two legs apart. I have my headphones plugged into my ears yet I can't hear a sound.

I walllkkkkk..I walkkkkk, aimlessly, One STEP followed by ANOTHER..

Then I hear a very loud honking noise breaking into the buzz of my ears. A car almost hit me..some slurs..I stand still. I freeze..

I continue standing..I feel heavy..I think I cant reach my home..I walk again,aimlessly, trying to drag my weight ..and walk home. I check the street number, Ughhhh I am wayyyy passed home and curfew.

I should walk back, I should turn 360° around "you should turn aroundddd" I tell myself. But..but my body feels like a huge castle today, like a wheel stuck and sunk in a deep mud.

"Should I call a Taxi to take me home"..I turn my neck around to look for my bag..I don't see my bag or HAND..OHHH MYYYY GOOOD where is my RIGHT HAND..my right hand is MISSING. Someone stole my right hand with the BAG..How will I ever eat again..or..drink or..write.

I freeze again. My head turns and turns. I feel paralyzed and heavy and lost and without my right hand or a bag or a phone or some money....

"How will I ever find home???!". I wonder.

 Suddenly the waves in my mind calm. I hear myself. I hear my self clearly saying

"I will learn how to use my left hand, I will learn how to eat and drink and SURVIVE"

And if I successfully turned my neck around  I can also turn my body.

So I turned around.

And walked ..aiming my home.

My body still felt heavy, very heavy actually but its my body and I need to carry it anyway, I need to learn how to carry it and feel light.

I found home.


Guess what else I found..?

I found my RIGHT HAND grabbing and clutching onto my hand bag.

And ,so, I felt light and jumped towards my bag to grab my phone and check what I had missed.









Sunday, October 9, 2016


I am sorry but at this moment I don’t care about the -SomaliaWeNeverSee.

At this moment there are soldiers /tribe men/militants, I don’t even know what to call them on standby in Galkacyo waiting for the first bullet to be fired. In fact two days ago there were fired bullets from one side that killed my uncle (my father’s first cousin) and another man who had hearing disabilities.

 His name was Ina Istur, I was very acquainted with him when I was working in our hotel back home. He was the security guard of the Galdogob Mayor. Although Somalia is tough on people with disabilities he had a free spirit and was full of jokes and laughter, he radiated with positivity and managed to always shine the place he was in. I was horrified when I was told he was dead and was killed by a flying bullet, he left three girls behind. My uncle too was killed; a bullet entered his left kidney and came out from the other (may Allah have mercy on his soul).

I know I am being graphic but I don’t know why the state of Galkacyo is so pathetic like that, I don’t know if its sheer tribalism or power struggle or lack of accountability and Deen.

Somalis pride themselves in being Muslims and very conservative yet they take the spilling of blood very lightly as if they’re not going into dark graves and won’t be held accountable before a just Lord where “I was taking revenge for my cousin/tribe or my perceived honour” won’t benefit them in anyway.

 من أجل ذلك كتبنا على بني إسرائيل أنه من قتل نفسا بغير نفس أو فساد في الأرض فكأنما قتل الناس جميعا ومن أحياها فكأنما أحيا الناس جميعا ولقد جاءتهم رسلنا بالبينات ثم إن كثيرا منهم بعد ذلك في الأرض لمسرفون

Because of that, We decreed upon the Children of Israel that whoever kills a soul unless for a soul or for corruption [done] in the land – it is as if he had slain mankind entirely. And whoever saves one – it is as if he had saved mankind entirely. And our messengers had certainly come to them with clear proofs. Then indeed many of them, [even] after that, throughout the land, were transgressors.”

Unless we respect the blood and respect the doctrines of our Deen, our situation in Somalia won’t change. Unless we learn compassion and act like Prophet Muhammed (PBUH) we will never thrive.

Sometimes, I pride myself in being a descendant form the great city of Galkacyo, where people are resilient and tough, where people are humorous despite their circumstances, where people are hospitable and optimistic, where people are cultured and nice.

But sometimes -like today- I feel ashamed of being from a city that fights often, a city that kills with cold blood, a city that doesn’t read into beyond their immediate selfish interest or the consequences of their action, a city where families live in fear and horror, a city where if your child leaves to school you might never see him/her again.

When I hear the news coming from Galkacyo and other unstable cities in Somalia and simultaneously see the –SomaliaYouNeverSee – posts I become furious. "Why are you people being insensitive?" I think. Right now I care less about the SomaliaINeverSee, because honestly it isn’t there to be seen.

Maybe it’s an escape mechanism. Maybe it’s denial method. Maybe it’s having the strength of positivity amongst all the negativity. Maybe it’s a sign of hope. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.
And it is wishful thinking unless we change it from a hastag
to reality. How do we do that?


You know how when we need answers to questions that we don’t know we go and open Google?. Our Google is our Qura’an. How about we open it for change and see what is says about changing ourselves before Allah changes our circumstances. How about we read the part where Allah (SWT) says 

And not equal are the good deed and the bad. Repel [evil] by that [deed] which is better; and thereupon the one whom between you and him is enmity [will become] as though he was a devoted friend.

By: Asia Aboosy