I just turned 18 yrs, and this happened about 7-8 years ago. Where I live, there was only one Somali family at that time. There was the mother, the father, and daughter and son. The kids were about 4 and 6 years old when I was 8 or 9. Anywho, my mother used to let me stay with them when she went to school, and walaahi I loved it there. And there was this man that used to come around.. the kids's uncle. He was their fathers brother. To make a long story short, one day we were watching tv as the mother prepared dinner. I look over and the uncle had the little boy in his lap. I notice the boy is squirming and laughing nervously. Walahii, when I saw this man about a year ago the very same night I had this horrible dream that the little boy had died. IT WAS SO REAL. Yes, he had his hand down the boys pants just touching him whilst the mother was in the kitchen making our dinner. At that time I had no Idea what was going on, now I do.
This man ended up marrying my mother. When I was ten they locked me in the living room at noon saying ''they were going to sleep'', and now I know they were not. One time I also saw him kissing her - I was soooo shocked! You now as a little somali kid, i was convinced it was haraam. Anyways, she ended up divorcing him after when I was around 10, she caught me on top of him. Nothing really happend. he just said ''each time you kiss me on the forhead, two cheeks and on the lips, I'll give you 1 pound '' By the time my mother came I had around 6 pounds. Anyway, I can tell you all sorts of stories about my mother aswell (she is no saint), but I will not. Walaahi sometimes I just get these hate feelings, but overall she's always been good to me. (never had a father). She is muslim with hijab and all, payes taxes and never restricted me in any way. This boy I was telling you about, his family moved when I was around 11 - they moved to Switzerland. But this uncle, I feel so sorry if that little boy really was his son
. Balaayo, I wish I could kill him.