Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Pre-Ramadan thoughts

I'm a Muslim.
I'm Somali.
A Daughter.
An Older Sister.
A younger Sister.
A story teller.
A writer.
A poet.
A Med Student.

My freedom to love,
and believe and love of which I write will always set me free.
But it isn't easy.
As a writer you're conflicted between the worlds you live in.
Every writer lives in her/his own world, where your own ideas and ideals live...
From an early age, I've been different.
Not German.
Not Norwegian.
Not Egyptian.
Not Malaysian.
Not Russian.
Not anything but..a believer. I never questioned my faith not because I had no reason to but because it always guided me. Not really beloning to the serval countries I lived in but always the Religion I believed in.
Your skin color can turn against you, if your own community rejects you. "Somali girl born and raised in Germany? She doesn't wear Hijaab? She doesn't speak Somali? Doesn't know her Qaabil?  She's trouble."
It doesn't matter if you're part of a community that doesn't accept you,
at the end of the day, you're one of them too.
You've got the same blood flowing through the arteries and veins that complete the cycle which makes your heart pump,
they may reject you or dislike you,
but Allah the Almighty the most merciful,
will never deny you.
So repent every day,
and forgive every day.
And even if you're just at the beginning of a new journey like myself. Don't even for a second believe that the lessons you learned aren't worth teaching!
If you've ever felt the pain of your mistakes when your faith was at your lowest,
you now feel the importance of guiding our misguided youth at which might possibly be humanities lowest.

Arwa Abdulkadir Mohamud Yusuf 
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