     Kassim | Tuesday, September 12, 2000 - 11:12 am
I had one hell of an experience this Summer, I went back home for the first time in 11 years, Xamer the place I left when I was only 12 years old. At first I was very excitted and was looking forward to this homecoming dream. But as soon as I got there I felt something was not right. The place I knew, the place I spent my childhood, was gone, the memories that I have in mind is all I have left. I try hard to hang on to this memories, but everywhere I go in the city I see the face of death, dead buildings, junk left over from the war. The places I used to play as a kid are graveyards, the memories all vanished first. I walk around and try to find something to identify with but its all gone. All you hear is this is the place so and so was killed, this is the place they found the body of so and so. I look at this place and it does not open up to me. All I see is pain in its eyes, Xamer is crying, it has seen nothing but suffering, it has seen its children dying, the buildings destroyed. It has seen a lot of horror. I stand back and Wonder why, who did this to you my beloved city ?
who did this to you, my beloved country ?
As I leave I look around and say bye. its like when you go to the grave and visit a dead person, you leave with sad face with memories of that person. All I got are memories of Xamer they killed it.
I realise this city is not the place I grew up. I start to miss my friends in toronto, I look forward to going back home to Canada the place I have spent the last 11 years. But can I really call it home ? |
| hebel | Tuesday, September 12, 2000 - 11:16 am
No you can't?Call it 'Gurii Moyaaan'! |
| me | Tuesday, September 12, 2000 - 12:33 pm
hebel nigga this is a serious topic.... |
| Anonymous | Tuesday, September 12, 2000 - 03:44 pm
Kassim, How sad, really you made me think back, we all feel that way sometimes you cant think of this place as home. Somaliyeey toos. |
| Mahmood | Tuesday, September 12, 2000 - 07:37 pm
Hie Kassim, I left Xamer at that age too and I have still have memories too, but I wonder if they will be the same memories too.
I know for sure that I am a foreigner to my own country. Nothing will ever be the same again. I feel much more at home in Canada than in any other place. |
| L.A. Girl | Thursday, September 14, 2000 - 02:41 pm
I realized Home is where your loved ones are.
I used to miss Somalia when my family were still back there. Now I don't even think about it, sometimes for Weeks. I mean the pictures, the streets , the smell of rain, the laughing Children, the Ocean aah the smell of the Ocean, the Banana( I have never tested a better banana than somali Banana, have you) ah, everything about somalia I guess I missed one time or another.
Alas , I realized what I used to missed the most were my Family and friends. I have all of them with me now thank to Allah. So I think about Somalia less & less, I See it as a Gost town. where I am a stranger, like I don't belong there anymore. Like I am invading someone else's space.it n't that sad!
Do I see myself every going back? I guess not, my home is defiled by other . Every since my family vacated it, It does not feel like it is mine anymore.
I guess the memory of it is all that I am going to keep, and forget I ever lived there.
how sad to feel a stranger in your own "home".
Sorry, Kassim , it must be horrible to experience a beautiful dream's death.
That is all I wanted to share with you today.
bye |
| The Truth | Thursday, September 14, 2000 - 02:55 pm
Kassim
Your home is Toronto bro-
It is a good thing that you saw Xamar after the war because if you would not have seen it after the civil war you would always have had the illusion that there is a place that is your ultimate home- But now since you saw that the place you knew 12 years ago only exists in memory and the people you knew either died or think differently than you are and the neighborhoods that existed before you left have vanished,
There is only one place that could be a home for you and that is the place you took the other half of your life in which everything you know still exist and that is Toronto.
peace! |
| Kassim | Thursday, September 14, 2000 - 03:29 pm
Thanks guys, for sharing your thoughts, at times I feel I should not have gone back maybe then I would still have those sweet memories of back in the day, remember that song,, this used to be my playground, field of dreams ! |
| A DREAMER | Friday, September 15, 2000 - 09:52 am
I never been in Somalia, sad isn´t it. I was born in Dhahran ant in 1987 we moved 2 Sweden and now I live in London.
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I do now that home is where the heart is, but where is home if not in Somalia. I always felt emptiness inside and I only have one thing 2 hold on 2 and that is go 2 my motherland and find peace in my heart.
I´ve always been in someone else's country so I never felt home anywhere.
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.May ALLAH help us with this issue. AMIN |
| Anonymous | Friday, September 15, 2000 - 11:09 am
Home is where you find Love
Home is where you find Shelter
Home is where you find comfort
Home is where you find Peace.
Somalia has become Home of Hate, War, Misery and Death.
It will Never be home to Me. |
| Rear-end | Friday, September 15, 2000 - 11:28 am
People in the diasporo ,plz don't come back
i will have a big chunk of land for my-self
a house near the beach n i live my life big
time, why should i be crowded in two bedroom
apertment ,n i know there is no law but i will
take my chance ,anyway i could die in da states
anyday, the chances of me dying here is same as
the chances in somalia,34000 americans died of
gun shot in 1996 alone , so death is everywhere
so u wanna know where is my home ,my home is where
my grave-yard would be (hopefully somalia)
peace |
| Omar | Friday, September 15, 2000 - 01:11 pm
that is kinda sad bro..
but it hapen to all of us.
is not only muqisho that is leveled bro
every damn little town you go to, is not the same as it used to be. |
