"There is only a small border between us and we will find you. You have brought too much shame into this world to continue living."
Your children will be fine miss, I promise.
The war was officially in swing in Somalia. I heard the gun shots but I couldn't find my parents so I followed my neighbors. We walked with many other scared people, young and old, to Kenya.
Please! we didn't do anything wrong!!
I'm sorry but it needs to happen.
I had my two beautiful daughters when I arrived in the beaten up, crowded Kenya Refugee Camp. I was still worried that we weren't safe yet.
Soon after we arrived I received a letter from my parents. This made me scared, so this gave me yet another reason to leave to the United States with my children.
I'm gonna get you!
No you won't!
Soon after I gave birth and received the letter from my family we fled to Thailand. It was difficult to find housing but luckily I found a cheap beat up apartment. But quickly after the police caught us for being Illegal refugees and brought us to the Thai detention center, but the thing is the neighbors knew that the police were coming and they didn't warn us.
The other Somalian women would beat me and they would hit my daughters for running, laughing and playing.“The Somali women hated me. They saw my children, they hated my daughters. People in the community all knew my story and would call my kids ‘bastard children.’”
My children would run and play together but the other women would yell and beat them for playing and laughing. You could see the pain in their eyes wishing they could play and have fun like regular 9 year old girls.