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Taken Away From All of Us

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It took me almost four weeks to write short piece about the late brother Mohamed Mohamud Sheikh Ali’s shocking death because it was hard for me to process the fact that Mohamed had actually left this world so soon. But as a devout Muslim and believer of the Almighty’s written divine decree and the predestination I reconciled myself that Mohamed wasn’t the first and surely not the last one to leave this world.   And indeed “Every soul will taste death” Q:3:185. Our Last Meeting I met Mohamed (May Allah shower him with countless blessings) a day before he was killed at launching event of Dalsan TV in Mogadishu where we briefly discussed about some brilliant entrepreneurial ideas he was dreaming about. I remember the agro-business initiatives and how it can boost youth employment in Somalia was the center of our discussion. I was accompanied by three of my friends (Abdiwali Omar Ali, Mohamed Sudani Ali and Bashir Ibrahim). He knew three of us, so I introduced him to Bashir whom h

A TRIP TO THE LAST TIP OF THE CONTINENT

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Traveling to South Africa was adventurous trip to a country I had no information other than the xenophobic stories i often see on media outlets. But my ten days stay in South Africa has changed my perception and gave me an utterly different image of the most beautiful country in the continent, a country that hosted most prestigious tournament in the world, the World Cup 2010! Before departing from Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, Nairobi, I had to make sure I was booked with a window seat since my flight was departing around 5pm because i didn’t wanted to miss that awesome sunset over 35,000 ft above earth while heading to the last tip of the continent. Thanks to South African Airways who conveniently confirmed my window seat two days before my departure. After flying close to four and half hours, the flight announcement said “Ladies and gentleman welcome to O.R Tambo International Airport.” I asked one of the South African passengers who was sitting next to me. “Excuse me

Our Lives as Students with Special Needs in Somalia

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Most of us take mobility for granted because we either don’t know how it feels to be physically challenged or we are not aware that an increasing number of disabled people have difficulty with activities that are part of our daily life. Life can be tough and traumatic for those whom disability strikes in early childhood, especially in a war-torn country like Somalia, and a catastrophe for those who cannot cope with such an eventuality. Featured in this article are stories of three extraordinary, physically challenged young men who, despite the unbearable difficulties, managed to achieve their dreams. Each one of them has different and unique story to tell. During their convocation ceremony, their photos went viral on social media and because of that they received messages of congratulations and solidarity from Somalis around the world. I decided to meet them in person and write their stories in their own words. Like many other people affected by the civil war in Somalia,

Connecting millions to the lifeline

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A field trip with UNICEF and the European Union on the joint urban water project It was not until I travelled to Boroma and Tog Wajaale that I realized just how much I had taken for granted one of the most basic yet most valuable resources in life – water. As a UNICEF Voices of Youth blogging intern, I had the privilege of travelling with a team from UNICEF and the European Union to see how their joint project on urban water delivery is coming along. The destination, Boroma and Tog Wajaale, are two of the biggest urban centres in Somaliland. On our way to Borama, we passed small villages and made stops to talk to residents. One of them was a young boy who hadn’t washed himself for a week because there wasn’t enough water go around. He was covered in dust. Then there was a young girl, her small frame dwarfed by the jerrycan on her back. Also a mother, who spends 6 to 9 hours a day fetching water, carrying 30 to 40 liters of water on her head. When I asked one villager abou