Personal Narrative: My Family In Somalia

When I was little I always thought about how my family back in Somalia were. Were they nice? Did they even know I existed? All my questions got answered during the summer of 2016 when I went to go visit my grandma. The day after we arrived my uncle wanted us to go and make bread (buur) in the sand. At first I was shocked but afterword’s I asked him “what! You want us to make bread in the sand? How is that even possible!” he laughed at me and replied with “Just wait and see.” The day finally came and we were all getting ready to leave we had to bring a lot of materials that consisted of dough, a cooking rack, a pail of water, and a big stick. After we got everything packed up we started to walk in the scorching heat with our feet sinking in the sand. …show more content…
“Adna, do you know why they call this Buur Xabal?” he asked “no, why?” I replied, he waits a while before responding like he’s trying to remember what he was going to say then he finally says “a long time ago it used to be called Buur Yahoodi which means Jewish Bread but when the Jewish heard that we were calling it that they forced us to change it to Buur Xabal which basically means exactly what we are going to do! Cook bread underground.” I was fascinated at how it had that much meaning in Somalia and I didn’t even know about it until today. Minutes pass and we are still walking after a while we get to a big lake that is filled with fresh water that the people here drink from. I was shocked when we saw a couple boys swimming in