My pre-birth story.

Reads: 181  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Assignment 2 Pre-birth,
HUMN 1200-001: Autobiographical Reading and Writing,
Salman Mohamed,
Instructor's Name: Dr. Okhamafe,
Date you turned in the assignment: 09/06/2016.
My pre-birth story.
My mother and I were driving home in the car together last weekend and we began discussing how life is controlled by a progression of interconnected occasions. My mother and I generally have our most philosophical discussions when we're driving. Perhaps this is on the grounds that the activity of driving and physically pushing ahead gets individual's thinking all the more profoundly. I know I do my best thinking while driving. On the other hand, perhaps this is on the grounds that sitting in the car together is one of the unique times we get the chance to talk alone.
As I was stating, whatever the reason, we were discussing interconnected occasions. Our lives- - where we are as of now - are basically decided and made conceivable by endless events that happened before. Each choice, each demonstration, each fortuitous event in our lives has paved the way to this minute.
I have a wide assortment of predecessors. My family has gone from living in the nation to living in Dallas. My folks separated and have both been remarried. I have three siblings and three sisters at this moment. I don't know the vast majority of my family on account of the separation. Here are some of my perished ancestors and what I know about them.
My Grandpa Ali was a peaceful youngster. He jumped at the chance to go outside and play alone. He wasn't an exceptionally social individual. Grandpa wanted to see his grandkids, however, that was it, he simply jumped at the chance to see them. Grandmother dependably said he liked the piece and calm. He would sit with us in the family room and watch movies with us. He didn't care to watch T.V. other than that. He was an exceptionally keen man. He could shred a motor and setup it back together in one day. He cherished his occupation, and that is about all he invested his energy in before he passed away.
My other Grandpa Zuheyla was the inverse, noisy and active. He adored investing energy with his family, particularly his grandkids. my dad said "It was somewhat exhausting a few times since he would take us young men on a drive to look at things. We never realized what we were going to see. He got a kick out of the chance to go the long path around, and it didn't make a difference if the primary part of the outing was only five miles away. It would, in any case, take us three, four, and in some cases ever five hours to return home". Growing up, his father did likewise to him. I think he was attempting to go down the weariness. He was likewise an exceptionally keen man. He thoroughly knows each tree in the forest. He generally knew when, why, and how everything happened.
My mother told me that Uncle Abati was one of her top choices. she said "He was a sort of fellow. He would purchase any sort of vehicle, the less expensive the better, and set it up. He would dependably have an alternate one to show us. Uncle Abati gathered heaps of flawless stuff. He adored things with a cutting edge. He had brushes, sticks, caps, and shoes".
Both my parents grew up and married in Somalia. My mother was born in Ethiopia; my father was born in Kenya. All four of my grandparents were born, married, and lived most of their lives in Ethiopia.
My father told me that he moved into Somalia after he finishes his high school education in Kenya. He became a farm worker. One afternoon, my father was on the farm when a neighbor farm started burning. My father run out to that farm to help. He has seen a young beautiful lady crying for help. That time there was only him and that young lady. My father was a teenager. He never saw a big fire like that before. He was so scared. When he get there, he helped the young lady to escape from the fire. The fire continues burning until it destroys more than five farms. My father was trying to calm down the lady. After a while, a rescue come. The young lady's family talked to my father about the incident. My father explained what he have seen but he hasn't said anything about what caused the fire. The family thanked him for saving the young lady from the fire. My father lost his job after the fire affected the farm he was working. He was not living with his family. After three years of unemployment, my father goes back to the forest and become a pastoralist. He worked for a group of people who had many camels and cows. My father’s job was to take all the animals to the forest to get food and return them to home before the sunset. He being doing that job for five years before he met my mother.
In 1991, my father met my mother in a place called Kismayo, Somalia. My mother was a shopkeeper. She was selling fruits in the middle of a busy city. My father visits the city one time every year. One of his visits, he stopped the shopkeeper for a reason: he had about my mother. Since she was a young teenager, good-looking girl. My father talked to her and tell her about his life. My mother told him that she will welcome him if he comes and visits her every time he comes to the city. My father accepted the challenge. He started coming the city weekly just to meet with my mother. After one year of their friendship, my mother's family decided to move to Kenya because of the bad situation of the country. There was no federal government in Kenya that time. Most of the families from that city started leaving the country. My father was so upset about her move. He told her that he fall in love with her and he wants to marry her. My mother was so surprised about that news and she immediately started thinking about it. My mother had one month before they move out of the country to decide about my father’s proposal. Five days before the deadline. She called my father one Monday afternoon. She told him she accepted his proposal and she talked about it with her family. They did not like their decisions but my mother’s family come up with a different idea. They told my father that their daughter will be given to someone who is a close relative. Basically, my people has a tradition called tribe based marriage. Some of my people don’t marry each other because of the clan system. My father and my mother both of them did not agree with them. Last day before my mother move out from Somalia, she meets with my father at one of his friend’s house to talk about their issue of getting married together with an elderly man who is a leader of the community in the town. The leader was called Amanda. He was named that after he was seeing that he tells the truth all the time. Most of the people live in the city believed and said that he never lied. He works with the young teenagers who are going through hardships for making decisions in their life. He helped many people who come from all over the parts of the countries.
After Amania listen to their stories. He told them to do one thing: go out of the city tonight and hide someplace where the daughter's family will not know. My father didn’t like that advice the first time but the leader tells him why it’s important. He said, “if she doesn't go back to her house tonight, her family will not move out of the country without their daughter”. That was true. Somali families like daughters more than sons. If a girl needs help and a boy, according to my culture, females are the first hand. My father accepted to do that and my mother agreed with him. At midnight of that day, my father moved out of the town with my mother. He moved to the another small town from 180 kilometers away from their home city. Next morning when the sun rises, My mother’s family realized that they are missing their sweet daughter. Immediately they think of my father. They called his family and asked about their daughter. But they were surprised after they were told that they are missing their son too.
My father had a lot of friends in the town so he told a couple of his friends to keep eye on the movement of my mother’s family. Soon the news spread all over the town and everybody was talking about them. One of his friends called him and told him that my mother’s family started searching their daughter all over the city and they cancel their journey until they found their daughter. My father stayed that small city for two months, living with strange people. My father did not have enough money to stay longer that city so he decided to come back his hometown by himself and left my mother behind. He comes back to home and his family was eager to see him again alive. They asked him about where he went for that month and also about that family’s daughter. He told them everything about him and that daughter. He told them she is with him somewhere but he didn’t tell them exactly where she is.
My father’s family called my mother’s family and told them about their son’s return. They were invited to come and meet my father at his family house. They come on the following day from the call and sit with my father. They discussed a lot as individually and as a family. My father promised everything that he will do if they give their daughter to him. He promised that he will be a good man for their daughter. He promised he will take care of their daughter. He promised that he will let them go out of the country as long as they married to each other.
Finally, my mother’s family accepted to give their daughter to my father after they were left no choice. My father started crying for happiness. He called my mother and told her on the phone the good news. She cried with him on the phone. The next day my father went back to the small city he left in my mother. They come back to the city at night time . she stayed at my father’s house and the next morning she goes back to her home safely with happiness. Her family welcomed her with love. They were agreed to marry each other.
My father now wants to marry his sweetheart as soon as possible. He goes back to work. He started training young children how to hunt and how to protect animals from the hunters like lions, and other animals that is a danger to camels and cows. He was making enough income to support his family and he was saving money for the wedding. After six months, my father becomes ready for the wedding.
1993 was the most memorable day for my parents. They get married in their hometown in that year. My mother gives birth her first child in 1995. Then they moved to Kenya as refugees after the country's security get worse and worse after every day. They settle a refugee camp called Hagadera. My mother takes her second pregnancy on January 10, 1996, and that was me in the womb.

Submitted: September 05, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: September 05, 2016

A A A

A A A


Assignment 2 Pre-birth,

HUMN 1200-001: Autobiographical Reading and Writing,

Salman Mohamed,

Instructor's Name: Dr. Okhamafe,

Date you turned in the assignment: 09/06/2016.

My pre-birth story.

My mother and I were driving home in the car together last weekend and we began discussing how life is controlled by a progression of interconnected occasions. My mother and I generally have our most philosophical discussions when we're driving. Perhaps this is on the grounds that the activity of driving and physically pushing ahead gets individual's thinking all the more profoundly. I know I do my best thinking while driving. On the other hand, perhaps this is on the grounds that sitting in the car together is one of the unique times we get the chance to talk alone.

As I was stating, whatever the reason, we were discussing interconnected occasions. Our lives- - where we are as of now - are basically decided and made conceivable by endless events that happened before. Each choice, each demonstration, each fortuitous event in our lives has paved the way to this minute.

I have a wide assortment of predecessors. My family has gone from living in the nation to living in Dallas. My folks separated and have both been remarried. I have three siblings and three sisters at this moment. I don't know the vast majority of my family on account of the separation. Here are some of my perished ancestors and what I know about them.

My Grandpa Ali was a peaceful youngster. He jumped at the chance to go outside and play alone. He wasn't an exceptionally social individual. Grandpa wanted to see his grandkids, however, that was it, he simply jumped at the chance to see them. Grandmother dependably said he liked the piece and calm. He would sit with us in the family room and watch movies with us. He didn't care to watch T.V. other than that. He was an exceptionally keen man. He could shred a motor and setup it back together in one day. He cherished his occupation, and that is about all he invested his energy in before he passed away.

My other Grandpa Zuheyla was the inverse, noisy and active. He adored investing energy with his family, particularly his grandkids. my dad said "It was somewhat exhausting a few times since he would take us young men on a drive to look at things. We never realized what we were going to see. He got a kick out of the chance to go the long path around, and it didn't make a difference if the primary part of the outing was only five miles away. It would, in any case, take us three, four, and in some cases ever five hours to return home". Growing up, his father did likewise to him. I think he was attempting to go down the weariness. He was likewise an exceptionally keen man. He thoroughly knows each tree in the forest. He generally knew when, why, and how everything happened.

My mother told me that Uncle Abati was one of her top choices. she said "He was a sort of fellow. He would purchase any sort of vehicle, the less expensive the better, and set it up. He would dependably have an alternate one to show us. Uncle Abati gathered heaps of flawless stuff. He adored things with a cutting edge. He had brushes, sticks, caps, and shoes".

Both my parents grew up and married in Somalia. My mother was born in Ethiopia; my father was born in Kenya. All four of my grandparents were born, married, and lived most of their lives in Ethiopia.

My father told me that he moved into Somalia after he finishes his high school education in Kenya. He became a farm worker. One afternoon, my father was on the farm when a neighbor farm started burning. My father run out to that farm to help. He has seen a young beautiful lady crying for help. That time there was only him and that young lady. My father was a teenager. He never saw a big fire like that before. He was so scared. When he get there, he helped the young lady to escape from the fire. The fire continues burning until it destroys more than five farms. My father was trying to calm down the lady. After a while, a rescue come.  The young lady's family talked to my father about the incident. My father explained what he have seen but he hasn't said anything about what caused the fire. The family thanked him for saving the young lady from the fire. My father lost his job after the fire affected the farm he was working. He was not living with his family. After three years of unemployment, my father goes back to the forest and become a pastoralist. He worked for a group of people who had many camels and cows. My father’s job was to take all the animals to the forest to get food and return them to home before the sunset. He being doing that job for five years before he met my mother.

In 1991, my father met my mother in a place called Kismayo, Somalia. My mother was a shopkeeper. She was selling fruits in the middle of a busy city. My father visits the city one time every year. One of his visits, he stopped the shopkeeper for  a reason: he had about my mother. Since she was a young teenager, good-looking girl. My father talked to her and tell her about his life. My mother told him that she will welcome him if he comes and visits her every time he comes to the city. My father accepted the challenge. He started coming the city weekly just to meet with my mother. After one year of their friendship, my mother's family decided to move to Kenya because of the bad situation of the country. There was no federal government in Kenya that time. Most of the families from that city started leaving the country. My father was so upset about her move. He told her that he fall in love with her and he wants to marry her. My mother was so surprised about that news and she immediately started thinking about it. My mother had one month before they move out of the country to decide about my father’s proposal. Five days before the deadline. She called my father one Monday afternoon. She told him she accepted his proposal and she talked about it with her family. They did not like their decisions but my mother’s family come up with a different idea. They told my father that their daughter will be given to someone who is a close relative. Basically, my people has a tradition called tribe based marriage. Some of my people don’t marry each other because of the clan system. My father and my mother both of them did not agree with them. Last day before my mother move out from Somalia, she meets with my father at one of his friend’s house to talk about their issue of getting married together with an elderly man who is a leader of the community in the town. The leader was called Amanda. He was named that after he was seeing that he tells the truth all the time. Most of the people live in the city believed and said that he never lied. He works with the young teenagers who are going through hardships for making decisions in their life. He helped many people who come from all over the parts of the countries.

After Amania listen to their stories. He told them to do one thing: go out of the city tonight and hide someplace where the daughter's family will not know. My father didn’t like that advice the first time but the leader tells him why it’s important. He said, “if she doesn't go back to her house tonight, her family will not move out of the country without their daughter”.  That was true. Somali families like daughters more than sons. If a girl needs help and a boy, according to my culture, females are the first hand. My father accepted to do that and my mother agreed with him. At midnight of that day, my father moved out of the town with my mother. He moved to the another small town from 180 kilometers away from their home city. Next morning when the sun rises, My mother’s family realized that they are missing their sweet daughter. Immediately they think of my father. They called his family and asked about their daughter. But they were surprised after they were told that they are missing their son too.

My father had a lot of friends in the town so he told a couple of his friends to keep eye on the movement of my mother’s family. Soon the news spread all over the town and everybody was talking about them. One of his friends called him and told him that my mother’s family started searching their daughter all over the city and they cancel their journey until they found their daughter. My father stayed that small city for two months, living with strange people. My father did not have enough money to stay longer that city so he decided to come back his hometown by himself and left my mother behind. He comes back to home and his family was eager to see him again alive. They asked him about where he went for that month and also about that family’s daughter. He  told them everything about him and that daughter. He told them she is with him somewhere but he didn’t tell them exactly where she is.

My father’s family called my mother’s family and told them about their son’s return. They were invited to come and meet my father at his family house. They come on the following day from the call and sit with my father. They discussed a lot as individually and as a family. My father promised everything that he will do if they give their daughter to him. He promised that he will be a good man for their daughter. He promised he will take care of their daughter. He promised that he will let them go out of the country as long as they married to each other.

Finally, my mother’s family accepted to give their daughter to my father after they were left no choice. My father started crying for happiness. He called my mother and told her on the phone the good news. She cried with him on the phone. The next day my father went back to the small city he left in my mother. They come back to the city at night time . she stayed at my father’s house and the next morning she goes back to her home safely with happiness. Her family welcomed her with love. They were agreed to marry each other.

My father now wants to marry his sweetheart as soon as possible. He goes back to work. He started training young children how to hunt and how to protect animals from the hunters like lions, and other animals that is a danger to camels and cows. He was making enough income to support his family and he was saving money for the wedding. After six months, my father becomes ready for the wedding.

1993 was the most memorable day for my parents. They get married in their hometown in that year. My mother gives birth her first child in 1995. Then they moved to Kenya as refugees after the country's security get worse and worse after every day. They settle a refugee camp called Hagadera. My mother takes her second pregnancy on January 10, 1996, and that was me in the womb.


© Copyright 2017 salman143. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: