The Beautiful struggle


He was born into a religious Somali family clan, who are rich in the Somali traditions, customs of African ancestors. He grew up in where human ill treatments, discrimination and prejudice are way of life.

It is a home of a unique culture, language, and single religion. They are people that have a same color and physical shape.


He used to study Reece Primary school, named after the British governor of Somaliland during colonization.

He had a polite, friendly, respectful and generous classmate but also racist. Even though, they have been ample, their constant refusal to his my endeavors to give them a helping hand has failed and was rather shocking.

On Tuesday morning, birds were singing like never before, the sun was shining and washing our garden with a golden glow and the sugar-frosted coating of  winter melts from the grass, frogs were croaking and spawn glistening like mini moons, camels gave birth, what a beautiful spring!



All Muslims were commemorating Abraham’s willingness to sacrifice his son Ishmael in obedience to God in scripture. On that day, we sacrificed a sheep. Then, he decided to invite some of my awesome friends in school to have a lunch together on this beautiful Eid and share happiness. He knew that they like meat, especially barbecued and he asked his mother to do so, and she accepted without any hesitation.



He woke up early, went to Ali’s home. He said to him, “It will be great if we have a lunch together and you come to our home.” He replied, “I love such an honest friend of mine. Although, I am a fond of meat and I don’t leave those little roast bits left at the bottom of the pan, I cannot eat as long as it is from your family, I don’t mean we are enemy but it is cultural and I wish it was from Jama, another friend of mine”

He begged him, thought he couldn’t comprehend his reply, he was telling the truth as it turned out. It was really a soul-destroying experience. He went directly to Jama’s home. He knocked the door, fortunately, It was him. As he opened the door, he said, “Peace of God be upon you in Arabic” and he replied, “Peace of God be upon you too”, they hugged and exchanged an exciting joke each other.

He said “You set out early,” as he poured a cup of Somali tea and handed to me over. His warm welcome has created a realm of hope in his already disappointed heart and when it seemed suitable he told him about his Eid plans. “You know nothing about Somali tradition” he giggled.  “We don’t eat your food, marry your girls and give not our girls to your men” he added. He despaired, disappointed, he has been broken his heart, tears poured from his eyes and left hopelessly. What a gloomy day!



On my way home, he has seen some of my neighboring friends, asked them if they mind to have a lunch with me. All of them were eager and accepted his request without dragging their feet.

At that night, he did not sleep and he spent it rehearsing their painful and full of revulsion words from my closest friends.

Next day, he decided to spend from crack of dawn to dust to find answer for my questions. He followed his dad to his shoemaking shop. They are artisanal tribe. He told his dad what had happened to him yesterday from the beginning to end. And he asked him about the racial disparities in the country. Why they call us Midgan? Why do classmates ostracize me?

Author: Hussein Ibrahim Abdi


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