
I didn't know him so although I was tempted I stopped myself from arguing with a random Somali man on the street. Surely if you want a peaceful home to rest in the last thing you want is buuq iyo qeylo. I could picture him in his macawiis speaking at his wife "SHIB NAYAA I AM THE MAN OF THIS HOUSE".
If shouting and breeding fear made one a respected father and husband then it wouldn't be called abuse, physical, verbal or otherwise. Silly silly man, I wonder who taught him this stuff
