December 26th 1990...Where were you?

[Enemy_Of_Mad_Mullah]

I was in Awaare

[Gamadid.]

My memory starts with me at home and in my room wondering why the ground was vibrating. I thought the usual booyad/tanker which su-cked sewages clean came in that day and was working in the neighbourhood. That tanker used to make a lot of noise and took hours to get its job done. But then the shaking of the ground gave way to an intermittent loud thunders. I stood at my window and scanned the sky for pregnant clouds and could see nothing. Something bothered me about the sound even though I had no idea what was going on. It was the sound of the Artillery and missiles which made the ground vibrate adn I mistook that for a sewage su-cking tanker. What did I know huh?

I didn't get much information from my parents because none of them wanted to talk about what they knew. My mother was a little more open after I persisted and she told me there was a group of jabhad called USC in town and they were warring against the government. I didn't understand why some people would bother fighting against the government. But my father cut our conversation short and told me I shouldn't be bothered with such nonsense. My father was particularly worried about our future. It was even more worrisome when I saw him tearing up his lifetime work, government IDs, and disassembled the ranks from his uniform. I knew something was up and tried to ask him what was wrong. He told me to get to my room and read books! Read books!?? can you imagine? The whole town was up in flames and he wanted me to read my books. He said Somalia was done for and somalis will never have a government again. I didn't fathom a word he was telling us but decided there were bad days to come.


That was only the start of my Journey which culminated in my arrival to USA What an experience I had, some of them near deaths and others shocking.

[Salah Al-Din]

Assalaamu Alaikum,

People, dwelling in the past is not helpful. Ask yourself where you will be in the hereafter.

Wassalaam Wabilaahi Towfiiq

[Gedo_Boy]

Gamadid,

Very interesting.........tell us more man. What was your dad's experiences?

[Gamadid.]

Waa runtaa salahudin. These topics turn violent and soon you will see the usual suspects doing their normal rounds of clan hate

[Gedo_Boy]

Gamadid,

Go on w/ your story man..........what was your dad's experiences w/ the Govt. & The Jabhad @ the time?

[Gamadid.]

Gedo-Boy, you liked the introduction of my upcoming book about my journeys from Muqdisho to America?


You are out of luck saxib. For now


PS: May be I will send you a more colourful account in brief about my journeys. inshallah.

[Gedo_Boy]

just like the TV shows, you make us wait til next week

[Enemy_Of_Mad_Mullah]

hello! awaare was rough ya'know

MiG jets we bombing all the way to the border i saw 2 little boys{ twins} 6 years old, who were cut in half

[1nemansquad]

Was too young to remember where exactly i was but i was told that to get out we had to be rescued by a bunch of my uncles all this Dhulos military young dudes, one of them was Saado Ali's little brother who got injured on the mission of getting us out; it was really dramatic and complex because we lived in the midst of Mooryaans.

I feel proud whenever i hear about the story of getting us out, because we weren't the only Dhulos family that got rescued like that; Walahi i was told alot of Dhulos families got rescued like that even after Xamar was taken over by the Moryaans; brave motherfockers yo, them young dudes

We stayed in Afgooye for a little bit and left with a whole bunch of other Dhulos families and their militia guarding them at ones headed for Kismayo ..

[sadeboi]

wow we have some real old people in here



but we lived in this one suburb i don't really know the name of...and before the set date our housed used to get attacked daily by gunmen with gernades and what not...i was told the gun shots hit dawldsades crib but fortunately nothing happened to him...during the first day of the attacks my mother made a call to my father and he got 20 marexaans fully equipped and f*cked the whole place up and killed many moryons....the 20 guys stayed there for months and fought off all the moryons..we finally left when the president was leaving but man a lot of moryons died by our house they used to say "gaani garane [insert name of the family] yaa dhaley"..we went to afgooye...then to beledxawo ceydiid was following us all that time wallhi one of my cousins was born while gunshots were hitting out cars...then we meet up with siyaad bare at the kenyan border and the kenyans refused to airlift all the people who was with him only his immediate family..he said they are my family and he wouldn't leave but the marexaan made him get on the plane and the kenyans promised to guard us because they took our weapons...and let us into kenya all the way to garrisa and through out that time the degodi iyo garre iyo balaayaada kale were stoning us...


i heard they have posters on our house saying we await for there return....

[Jeffrey Dahmer]

Muslim-Man, good topic

It started when we heard the sound of random gunshots hitting our gate. My mother swiftly gathered us and forced us to hide in the main living room whilst the gunshots continued hitting the walls and the gate of the house. Suddenly, the sounds of the gunshots hitting our house ceased for a brief moment but quickly restarted in a different direction, away from the walls of the house. It was like as if they had found a different target. It continued for a while and suddenly stopped.

My mother, calming us and at the same time wondering in anxiety why my father hasn't contacted us decided to check the gate with my young older cousins and my young abti in order to see whether they left. Upon nearing to the gate; we heard several knocks and suddenly a loud shout saying, "Open the door, [..........] has sent us". My mother immediately knew that it was an escort of army soldiers sent by my father. She quickly opened the gate and saw two army jeeps with 8 SNA soldiers standing outside so she presumed that they chased away the nearing Mooryaans. They kept repeating to hurry so my mother hurled back for us and pushed us onto the jeeps. Mind you that we didn't even had a split second to gather our slippers, let alone our shoes. We a boarded the trucks heading to the Madina district and the army jeeps sped so fast that I was quickly filled with nausea during the whole trip. We safely arrived there and stayed in my Adeer's house for a couple of nights until the whole family gathered safely. Some of my Adeero went back to accompany the marxuum M S Barre whilst the rest of us left heading to Shalambood where we owned a large piece of farm land and stayed there for the time being.

Upon hearing the news that the USC Mooryaans were approaching Shalambood; we collectively made a plan to head to Kismaayo apart from my mother. Unfortunately, my mother who was heavily pregnant at that time, rejected the proposal for the fear going in to labour whilst on the journey. So the rest of the family including my father headed to Kismaayo and we stayed behind preparing our self to move to Baraawe where my ilma habreed resided. There is where the nightmare, the trials, the illnesses, the countless encounters with USC Mooryaans started and I thank Allah that he has saved me and my family from their wicked doings.

[muslim-man]

Jeffrey,

Your family was among the lucky families that actually receieved an SNA escort. Many non-daarood families were left alone to feel the brunt of the USC mooryaan's ruthless campaigns.

What a lot of people don't know is that after 1991, many weak Hawiye or other clans that chose to stay were subjected to all kinds of torture.

The USC lied to their masses by promising to bring something better than Kacaanka Siyyad, but they were just a power hungary bunch.

[Alluring]

I mean we have 80 years old here.

[Ugaas Diini]

^Were you born after the war?