The Story Of Our Family

I don’t remember a lot of the things while growing up. but what you will find on the bedroom walls are pictures of my experiences and adventures.

I remember when I was a kid, our family used to play find the stick (qori tuur) in the backyard, this game is some sort of hide and seek game but little bit different, we used to cover our eyes and then our father used to throw a stick to somewhere not that far, so whoever find it first was nominated for the winner often during white nights and sometimes, until our hands were so raw you could still feel the sting in your fingertips on the next morning. As I got older, we ran sprint and played football together.

As it is for our family playing sports wasn’t just something fun for us to do. It was a common language and a way to bond, a portal for our connection.

My parents Dekka and Omar May Allah swt bless them in everywhere are my role models nearly all my life with my mom, dad and my siblings.

We were raised to respect others, value education, and get all that we could out of life. "You can be anything you want to be," my parents always say. "Work hard and the world is yours," is often quoted in my house.

My parents are never without a helpful word of advice or a bit of encouragement when life gets tough.

Nowadays whenever I go home to see the family, we always reminisce about those childhood experiences. We don’t have very many pictures from any of those adventures — but they’re forever burned in our memories. They not only shaped our family identity and strengthened our bonds, but left us with an insatiable curiosity about the world, an urge to travel and explore, and the desire to learn about new people and places. These adventures shaped my childhood and left me with an important life lesson that has carried over into adulthood

I used to eagerly anticipate bedtime as a kid, because I knew how the stories from my dad means to me. Some of my first, and most distinct memories are when we get in to house, my dad would tell us one story of a guy who lost his legs in some sort of war and unfortunately couldn't walk to his destination and I remember at the end of that story was a song as I recall
"Cakuyeey cagahaygii 
Cidla sow kuma waayin 
Sow cad-ceediyo boodhka 
Cakuyeey magur-guurto" evernight was a laugh night for the rest of us except our eldest boy called "curad" in somali who literally used to cry at the end of that story I don't know if he was so emotional ^_^.
We didn’t have cell phones or tablets or other digital distractions back in those days, so family dinner was an opportunity to get in precious, uninterrupted quality time with one another, for some reason our father used to do a competition to whoever finishes the lunch on his side was the winner. It was a time to share stories. It was a time for us to laugh. And it was also a time for my mom to tell my dad if we’d done anything wrong!. All of us sitting together and eating as a group — reminiscing, sharing laughs, and strengthening those bonds that can only happen when you’re sharing a meal around the family table.

So, I can proudly say the rules of my personal life were extremely shaped by the philosophy of my mother and my father, together with the nature of our surroundings.
They taught me what any school can’t offer.
I owe everything I am to my parents. Without their constant love and encouragement, I wouldn't believe that I can change the world.

My parents taught me never to settle and to always fight for what I believe in. And so I'm working toward something really great and can only hope that I continue to make them proud.