The events in my life started even before I stepped into this world, the world has shown me its cruelty when I was still in my mother's uterus, my mother was a victim of a forceful robbery only a week before my birth. She was heading towards home from her usual daily walk, she walked past by a dark street and not so long until she realizes a car was approaching her from the back.
she didn't get the chance to turn her face and look what's behind her until she felt a hand hold her purse, her instant response was to let go of her purse but the driver was already speeding up, the guy in the passenger seat was the one trying to snatch the purse and he didn't want to let go the purse even after seeing a pregnant woman getting dragged on her stomach, somehow my mother was able to let go the purse off her shoulders and the two robbers speeded up and escaped with the purse, my mother was left in the streets bleeding until she lost her conscious, after a while, a man picked her up and rushed to the nearest clinic.
She was taken to the emergency room, the descent man wanted to contact her family members or even her husband but he couldn't find anything with her, no mobile phone, no wallet, no identification, so he and the doctors were had to wait till she wakes up and ask her about herself after she did so, my father was called alongside with my uncle and my aunt and they were told that the possibility of the baby surviving is less likely to happen so they had two options one was to wait till the delivery period starts and the other option was abortion.
They preferred waiting to find out what will happen, my mother's stomach was pushed- in, in a very scary way nobody thought the baby would make it.
It was a Tuesday morning, on the 27th of October, the year 2000, I have come to see this world for the first time, my first cry in my mother's arms, every time she tells me this story, she sheds tears and says "you are a blessing" I was my parent's, first child.
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That was my first and most memorable incident that still traumatizes my mother until today.
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A newborn baby is like an empty book or blank sheet of paper, clean and pure innocent white, Eventually, once he steps up to this world that the book starts to be filled up. Even the hobbies, interests, personality, attitude, behavior, and so on comes with time depending on the two major factors that shape a human being ( environment, people).
Language, identity, hobbies interests all these come from the environment where that child is raised at.
Whereas personality, attitude, behavior, and so on come from the people you are surrounded by, people around have a direct or indirect influence on who you will be.
In my case, I grew up in a complex environment, had to go through different paths and try different experiences, I came from an Ethiopian family living in Saudi Arabia, studied at an Indians school, and was surrounded by Indians for 12 years, I was also surrounded by Somalis, Yemenis, and Afghans for the most of my teenage life.
