Mugadishu ( Somalidalynews) The Dark Clouds of My Life is a diary entry about the hard life I have been through, combining orphanhood, motherlessness, and many other difficult circumstances.
The sun used to hide behind the dark clouds of my life. It was a memory that will never be erased. It was in those days, those times when the world seemed dark and empty to me. But memory is not only about remembering pain; it also carries the strength and resilience of a person. It is a visible trace that tells me where I came from and how much I have endured.
I have gone through a world where no one showed me mercy. I was one of those called Qawsaar or Xidhaale, those who do not get what they need to thrive and survive. I would walk through the city neglected, with no one looking at me. Some people seemed to despise me, but I had my soul that I was working for.
One day, I was overcome by hunger. I felt I had recovered from death and was forced to work to survive. I would walk the city streets, filled with people who had no feelings. I felt like I was alone, and no one cared for me. But one day was when I realized that I was forced to live and work to save my soul.
Precious memory, a time when my grave was dug twice. Because of hunger, people thought I had died.
I am happy to share my story with the community. Stories like these tell others that I can recover from everything and never give up. It tells them that I am a person who carries dreams.
The Soul’s Poem
It is an unforgettable memory, more important to me than anything.
It is a memory linked to the difficult days of my life.
It is the days I recovered from, but their traces are still visible, telling me where I came from.
It is a memory that tells me that I am a person who is confident in the power of the soul and the will of God.
My father, may God have mercy on him, died when I could not distinguish between this world and the afterlife, after my mother, Cibaado, left me due to difficult circumstances that affected life. That separation happened while my father was still alive, but unfortunately, those circumstances caused me to be left alone.
I will never forget my brother, Dayr Abdi Osman, and mother, Casha Ciilmooge, who were both like a mother and father to me. They were there for me during my difficult times, and their kindness will not be forgotten.
I am a person who is confident in the power of the soul and the power of God, and I am encouraged to share my story so that others can understand that we can overcome anything. It is a text that tells the story of a person who succeeded in winning, having always overcome many problems and hardships.
Finally, I am a person who carries dreams, and I am happy to share my story with the community to inspire them to dare to overcome the problems of life.
When life is hard, especially in the countryside, people do whatever they can to survive. I followed 200 sheep for 12 months, and my salary was a three-year-old cow. It clearly shows the hardness of that life. Your story points out these points:
Perseverance and patience: Herding is a job that requires a lot of patience and perseverance, especially when conditions are difficult. Your story shows how you adapted to those difficult situations.
The value of work: A hard life in the countryside teaches people the value of work and how to struggle to survive.
It is a report to myself about the difficult days I have been through. Written by Mohamed Abdi Osman Faradheere.
Written by me, Mohamed Abdi Osman Faradheere
