This has to be my most personal blogpost ever. And yes I love fashion and make up, but if you know me, you know that I am the most down to earth person. Since I was 10 years old I was walking around the house saying to mom that I want to adopt 5 children from Africa so they dont have to suffer. I would do anything to put my life aside to help children, and one day that dream will be accomplished.. My grandma is my inspiration, she started a school in Mogadishu some years ago. The school she started was for kids that was unable to get an education for several reasons. Last summer I got to see how my grandma changed 200 children life for the better. Her and my mother are my biggest inspirations and role models and that will forever be.
So it is a Sunday evening and I am here alone with my thoughts that are almost blowing up my mind. Currently I am sitting in my bedroom and writing this blogpost to maybe inspire you to be more thankful. For those of you who dont know I live in in Norway but my parent are from Somalia. I am sitting in my own apartment at the age of 18, my life is full of joy, I have my parent and siblings. I have a freaking Macbook, a TV, food, clothes, water, job etc. I am not lucky and I know that. I know that my parents worked hard to give me this life. They knew what they wanted for their kids, and that life was not possible in our country. I am writing this for all of you who dont know what kind of struggles our parent went through. Some walk through several cities, some might not even know if they will have water or food the next day.
Even though I was five year old when I came to this country I remember it as it was yesterday. I surprised my mom when we went back t and I remember how our house looked like, what kind of furniture we had, our neighbours, and my befriend Zaytun, that I haven't seen in 14 years. I remember when the airplanes took off with me,my younger brother and my younger sister on my mothers lap that had all these thoughts. And when we landed my dad was there waiting for us in cold Norway. We where so happy. Being the oldest of my siblings I remember a bit more then what they do.
I know that my parents struggled, I can not imagine what they went through to give me this life, and God I am thankful for they life they and God gave me. I stand up for all mothers in general but specially mothers like mine that leave everything. And I mean everything, their families, their country, everything that they invested in their country, for us. My mother is my inspiration, I love her and if I become half of the person she is am happy with myself.
I am in tears right now because exactly a year ago I met the most amazing group of children. They made me happy, and no they did not take me anywhere or give me anything. But they filed my heart with joy. They had nothing , and I am so glad that I made them happy for the one week I was there. I remember they where selling mangos and one of them said that they where hungry, and I said why dont you just take one mango. But it was not that easy cause the was supposed to sell those mangos, and they could not even take one. They where sitting there one the sand with no shoes, not much clothes in the middel of War dhigle. (A place in Mogadishu). I bought them 4 mangos and I wish that you could see their faces. Buying mangos made them so happy and thankful. I got to know most of the kids in that area and all of their parents and families, never met more kind hearted people in my life.. Some did not even have any family and their friends where like family.
They invited my over for dinner one time, and their house that was not much of a house but it was home for them. And imagine doing that when they almost had nothing themselves. Since that day I decided to make the most out of that vacation, and I spent all of the money that I had on them and I wish i could that EVERY SINGEL DAY. I miss their smiles, and the joy they gave my heart and the love they gave me.
This is for you Zaytun if you remember me, I remember you and I hope one day I will meet you again. This is for my group of children I met last summer, I have not forgotten you guys, I will be back. This is for all children in every part of the world that are unhappy and dreaming for a better future. I am praying for a better future for you, I am praying to god for a better health for all of you. I am praying for you to have you're parents every singel step of the way. And if you dont I know you will get through it. Those small feet of your walking through the sand will be healed. Every singel tear that are running down your cheek is counted by God, he is always with you. I know taking care of you sibling without a father or mother its hard, but they look up to, they pray for you when they grow up, and they will forever be thankful. Dear child keep your faith.