My heart is not in peace when i see the people from back home, that i absolutely love to death, struggeling in life. In a weird way i always want them to be better in life than i am. Not because they deserve it more but just to put them in a good state.
I know what's my strength and how much i can handle. But on the other hand i always ask myself then: if i can do it, why can't they?
But then i realize that not everyone gets the same changes in life.
Those moments make me do realize that I am blessed in life.
Greatfull, alhamdulilaah.
But on the other hand they can get so much more out of there lifes in cultural and religious ways. I admire the way they live their lives happily with so much gratitude.
'When I came back to the motherland, my cousins told me,
‘I wish I were you’. My heart was felt with sorrow,
Thinking,
If only they knew what it feels like to be stripped from your roots.'
Based on my Hargeisa 2014 trip.
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