We were under the bed hiding from the gun shots that were being fired outside of my house. All hell had broken loose. People were running for their own lives. I remember thinking to myself “What if they come in and kill us all?” Fortunately, we all survived but many others didn’t. The next morning we moved to a nearby village that was considered “safe”. The people of the village were very kind. They welcomed us and helped us settle.
I was a 4 year old child when the civil war broke out in Somalia. I didn’t understand what a war was. It was very frightening seeing people get shot. The only reason we had come to Somalia was to see our grandparents. My mother kept warning my father about how unsafe it was to visit during that time. He kept telling us it will be a one week visit and that nothing would happen. It turns out my mother was right and nothing was safe. Since that day I’ve witnessed family and friends pass away in different ways. It …show more content…
I turned around and noticed there were too many dead bodies on the side of the street. Men, women, and infants were being buried. Poor families who couldn’t afford the cost of the graveyards buried their loved ones on the side of the street.
We left Somalia and came back to Saudi Arabia. I felt “safe” because everything was back to normal. As years went by I realized Saudi Arabia is no different than Somalia. We had no crosswalks in Saudi Arabia. Which meant a higher possibility of being killed by a car. In Somalia people were being killed by guns. Both countries had their own ways of death. I stood there shocked watching my friend drop to the ground after being hit from the back. The driver took off and was never seen again. My friend was in coma. He was announced dead after two weeks. It was nothing new. He was just another hit and run victim. There were no crosswalk signs to help pedestrians cross the street. Crossing the street was very risky and sometimes it leads to
I was a 4 year old child when the civil war broke out in Somalia. I didn’t understand what a war was. It was very frightening seeing people get shot. The only reason we had come to Somalia was to see our grandparents. My mother kept warning my father about how unsafe it was to visit during that time. He kept telling us it will be a one week visit and that nothing would happen. It turns out my mother was right and nothing was safe. Since that day I’ve witnessed family and friends pass away in different ways. It …show more content…
I turned around and noticed there were too many dead bodies on the side of the street. Men, women, and infants were being buried. Poor families who couldn’t afford the cost of the graveyards buried their loved ones on the side of the street.
We left Somalia and came back to Saudi Arabia. I felt “safe” because everything was back to normal. As years went by I realized Saudi Arabia is no different than Somalia. We had no crosswalks in Saudi Arabia. Which meant a higher possibility of being killed by a car. In Somalia people were being killed by guns. Both countries had their own ways of death. I stood there shocked watching my friend drop to the ground after being hit from the back. The driver took off and was never seen again. My friend was in coma. He was announced dead after two weeks. It was nothing new. He was just another hit and run victim. There were no crosswalk signs to help pedestrians cross the street. Crossing the street was very risky and sometimes it leads to