Personal Narrative-My Mothe In Somalia

The American Dream

She is the strongest woman I will ever know. It takes a valiant heart to leave home, leave behind her parents, family, and childhood friends; to journey to an unknown land. But it takes a devoted maternal soul to make a treacherous journey with five young children. She cannot bear to be without them, her blood runs through their veins, they are a part of her. My mother was determined to relocate her children and herself to a country that offered hope and prosperity. Where foreigners had an opportunity to live the American Dream. My grandparents as much as they opposed to the idea of a 20 year old and her children that were no older that 8, could not detain her hopes. There would be days when all five of them would sleep with an empty stomach and days when only four went to bed satisfied. It was the suffering of her children that drove her to search for a way to save them. She refused to continue to raise her children in poverty. My mother wanted them to be more than a farmers housewife. my

However, the good times quickly strayed away. my family were living during a war. The hard times will never be forgotten, piercing their soul permanently, the time where my sisters ducked our heads frightened by command orders coming from the officials, my grandmother startled by the loud noises. Every time I would hear bullets crashing into the ground, my heart would jump out of my body. As Somalia rages on, more and more people are seeking safe haven in Refugee Camps in Kenya, which neighbors to Somalia. Due to unsafe mess of Somalia, Our family decided to move where its more safe, Kenya. To my surprise, I found out that we would no longer live in despair, worrying about if we were never going to see eachother again. Refugees camps like World Relief and United Nations rescued our family from the long-going, suffering, miserable situation. World Relief sponsored and placed them in