     MO1 | Friday, April 13, 2001 - 12:39 pm
Please read the first part before you read this part.
Months have passed since I suffered the tragedy of loneleness and not seing or heard any news from my dearest friends. The best friends that I could ever had. I never knew that my friend meant so much to me. On the other hand, I was telling myself that my friends Anna and Abdi are doing just fine, and they are missing me too, or maybe looking for me.
I haven't enjoyed a single meal since the civil war ended because every second I was missing and thinking about them. I plamed myself sometimes like I could stop the war, However, I couldn't blew a single feather. Whenever I tried to get some sleep, I was a having a nightmares about my friends.
One night I woke up screeming. I dreamed about Anna who was lost somewhere in the Jungle between Mogadisho and Kismaayo where her parents evacutated. Another night, I dreamed about my friend Abdi, I thought he was killed in the civil war cuz I didn't seen him since the war broke, I didn't even got a chance to say him goodbye. Even if he didn't made it through, I just wanted to see where his body is, so I can relief myself.
My beatiful village was no more fun without those people that I born with, specially my friends that we spent the best part of my life. Up to today, I didn't have any fun to compare with the one that I shared my dearest friends.
In my childhood, I always wanted to see my friend Anna who raised as her own child. I just wanted to see her doing fine, having her own family, living in the happiest live cos her happiness was always my happiness.
Finally, my family moved back from Afgoye, the place where they evacuated. My uncle who first recruited in USC didn't made it through, unfortunetly he was killed(Naxariistii Jano Alaha ka Waraabiy).
My family could not stand the agony that I was experiencing, I even hate to see my own gun, but I had to keep it as a memory of my uncle. My family have decided to send me outside the country where my older brother was living which is Finland, but I knew that will never change my life, I knew flying to another country will not bring back what I missed, but I had to do coz my mother insisted. I knew there is no place like home, and there is no place like Wardhigley.
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at the same time ....Part two