Tan iyo dhalashadaydii indhaha waxba ka ma arkin, mar kasta oo carruurta qayrkay ah aan eray is dhaafsannana, waxay i xasuusin jireen waxa iga maqan. Yaraantii waxaan ku koray xero qoxooti. Taasina waxay keentay in aanan helin fursad waxbarasho oo aan asaaggay ku gaadho. Aabbahay aad buu ii dhibsan jiray, sababta oo ah wuxuu iga…
Mohamed Eid Waxaan fadhiyay wajahada maqaaxi shaah oo ku taal magaalada Bloomington, markii aan si kadis ah ula kulmay waji aan igu cusbayn balse meel aan ku xasuusto aan garan waayay. Waxaan isku dayay inaan isku mashquuliyo isticmaalka koombiitarkayga oo aan wakhtigaa ka akhrisanayay sheeeko carbeed, balse waxaa halmar iga jiidhay mudutuusha qofkan dhankayga usoo…
I grew up under a bridge in Hargeisa. It wasn’t a home. It was just a slab of concrete where the forgotten kids of the city gathered like shadows. Every night, we fought for space to sleep. The older boys always won. They had fists, and they weren’t afraid to use them. I still carry…
Dear America, As a Somali American, I want to share a perspective on racism that might feel both familiar and foreign to you. Living in the United States, I’ve come to see the ways racial divides shape American society, and I can understand even the subtle forms of discrimination because I once participated in something…
Gabayga “Tallan” wuxuu si qoto dheer uga hadlayaa halganka nololeed, rajo-beelka, iyo dhibta ay la kulmaan bulshooyinka hoos yimaada cadaadis siyaasadeed iyo dhaqaale. Inkasta oo gabaygu u muuqdo mid shakhsiyeed, haddana wuxuu si weyn ugu hadlayaa xaaladaha ay bulshooyinka Soomaalida Itoobiya la kulmeen ee ku saabsan gumaysiga, fursado lumay, iyo nolol adag oo aan sahlanayn….
Three Habits That Add No Value to Your Life and Can Harm Your Well-being if They Become Addictive In today’s fast-paced world, it’s easy to fall into habits that seem harmless at first but can slowly erode our well-being and sense of self. There are three specific habits that not only fail to bring meaning…
Part 6: Coming Home and Finding His Voice Isma’il returned home after a couple of years in Kenya, his heart heavy with a mix of anticipation, resentment, and fear. The long flight back to the U.S. had given him too much time to think—about his parents, their rigid expectations, and the emotional distance that had…
Part 5: The Breaking Point The breaking point came the night Isma’il attended a school dance party. This wasn’t the first time he had tested his parents’ rules, but it was the first time he had done something they considered unforgivable. It began innocently enough. Some of his school friends had invited him to a…
Part 4: A Mirror Of Insecurity The argument started over something as simple as shoes. Isma’il had asked for a new pair of Jordans—ones that his classmates at school wore, something that would help him fit in a little better. But as soon as he made the request, his mother shut it down. “Kuuma awoodno…
Part 3: The Threat of Dhaqan Celis The more Ismail tried to connect with his Somali roots, the more he felt the pressure of impossibility. He knew his parents’ expectations were growing heavier with each passing day. He struggled with the language, and the Somali music he tried to appreciate, and his inability to fit…
