Anguish. Despair. Hustle. But this was home. I used to think home was a place to make memorises, to appreciate and adore all the time we had, to the very last second. 'Make use of it', my mother always said. It was time for a change. It was starting to become a little difficult. One life lesson I had always taken with me: to always look for a positive, even in the worse times. Life taught me to not complain but make solutions and hope for the better. At least that's what I try to do. It wasn't always like this. This is Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia. Born in Barawa but raised in Mogadishu, lived here, learnt here, made friends, family grew here and went through a constant cycle of emotions. My life was built here, this is the place where I took the name Halima Jamal. I do love this place, it's home. Traditions were set here, my life routine goes on here and some may still expand. Love is a strong word, therefore I can say I love so much about this. Waking up to the adhan of Fajr prayer, then waking up all siblings, meeting my friends at school. Going on with day, coming home to Mama's cooking in the kitchen, then doing the usual; helping around the house, doing some work and hanging out with my siblings.
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General FictionThe struggles of heroes expressed through their difficult yet extraordinary journeys. Halima moves her life along with her family to a completely different environment.
