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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 ..
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....
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.
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.
[quote="Ugaas Diini"]I always thought you were somewhat retarded wallahi but now I know why you act the way you do. You are ciyaal after all.[/quote]
I am "somewhat" retarded, not "fully" retarded? Man, I wanted to be FULLY retarded. So me and you could hold hands get on your short bus. Maybe my dream will come true soon.
I think i was outside Maxamuud Xarbi(school) entrance in labadhagax.... throwing Stones at the local dameerley.. for the fun of it ..with my ciyaal weero crew ..don't be suprised i was a moryaan in the making....