It was 21 October 2004 when my parents decided to divorce, it was the day my sister Kafiya was born, I was 3 years old, and my sister Ugbaad was 2 years old. My mother was really frustrated, but I don’t know why. I went to her and try to give her a huge hug, so perhaps she might cool down, but she refused and pushed me away. After that, I went to my father, he was confused, and this time I didn’t try to hug him, but when he saw me he hugged me and cried a lot. To be honest, I use to love my father more than I loved my mother even today. My father stood up and prepared himself to leave. He went outside of the house and drove his car fast. I was worrying about what would happen to him and what he would do next. After my father left, my mother …show more content…
I went to my parents’ room I tried to wake up my father so he could go with me to show me his office, because he promised me that he would show me his office one day. When I went inside the room, no one was sleeping. The room was clean, tight and neat. Then I went to the kitchen, my mom was cooking happily and she was listening to music. After that, I went to the dining room and sat on the table, then I found my mother’s phone and I started calling my father. When he accepted my call because he didn’t wait to hear my voice, he thought I was mom and he immediately said, “Enough Zamzam, I already sent you the message. All you have to do is to come to the Divorce Court and we will divorce there.” Then he hanged up the call. I cried a lot and I tried to check the message he sent. My mother already saw the message that is why she was happy, it was a voice message, and I started to listen to it. It was Somali and my father was saying “Hi Zamzam, I went to my clan leaders and everything is good. Now we can divorce as you were wishing since Abdiraxman was born. You should come to the Divorce Court at 9 am today, and I would like if you change your mind.” I started crying, and I also jumped down from the table. Then I began hitting my head on the wall, and my head began bleeding. My mother came; she slapped me and made me eat the breakfast. More importantly, she woke up Ugbaad and prepared us to go with her to …show more content…
These are massive problems to the children who live in Somaliland. They can damage their brain and also it can cause them mental problems. There are some parents who don’t care what is happing to their children. They only care about themselves, and their life. There is no reason they should give birth to children, if they don’t want them or if they have to care about them. People should not marry each other if they don’t want to, but if they marry each other and then after 2 or 3 children they want to divorce, that is stupid, it will not work. I am not saying people cannot divorce; they can, but not this way. Some kids can’t handle these family problems. I know I was strong and I handled it, but still I was about to kill myself and I didn’t, because I was thinking about my sisters and my father. Those kids can kill themselves, because of that problem. Finally, I want the Somali parents to take care of their children and to not fight in front of them. If the couples marry each other quickly, then they won’t have strong background information about each other, and this leads to future quarrels. However, if they get to know each other well before marriage this will avoid future conflicts. This progress will help the kids grow up in a peaceful environment where they give and receive the same amount of esteem from their
For centuries, Somalia culture was different from other countries in Africa for the fact that it was not made up of a collection of tribes, but of homogeneous people. To survive, in an ever changing culture Somalis have come to rely on the supporting bond of clanship (CBC Archives, n.d). Separate federations of clans struggling for power and control are the main ingredient for instability and conflict within Somalia. The Somali clans continued fighting has dragged their country already struggling from famine and disease, to undue bloodshed. Clans that were created to offer a sense of social security and belonging for its millions of members are killing their own country. Since 1991, over 400,000 people have died from the civil war in Somalia. Another 600,000 people have died from diseases and starvation. Not everyone feel that Somalia clans are all negative, as such is viewed from the international world. According to Raquia Omar, a prominent Somali, and former head of the Human Rights Group, Africa Watch, “We are wrong to see clans as only negative.” Clans provide a strong band of people that have the same interest and history. They speak the same language and practice th...
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
To understand the Somali culture it is crucial to know what has happened to them in the past. According to Castel and Kurata throughout history the Somali people have been subjected to harsh oppression by dictators (2004). This dictatorship has caused many to flee the country to the United States find a better home for them and their families (Castel & Kurata, 2004). Many families that have fled Somalia eventually reunite with the other individuals who have fled before them.
When They Took My Parents Away Taeja Wilson Buchtel CLC- Grade 10 Word Count- 922 When They Took My Parents Away “It was June 23, 1935. I was in my room, playing with my fingers, running them through my tangled hair. Mother had always kept me company while father was out at work, but today I saw her writing in her diary vigorously. My mother only writes in her journal like that when something is bothering her. As I was going towards her to see what the bother was, the German policemen busted through the door.
My parents, Lyndi and Jamie, dated all throughout high school. My father decided to join the Marine Corps out of high school and my mother decided to follow him to South Carolina to start their lives together. They got married just three weeks after my mom graduated high school and a year later my older brother, Cody, was born. After serving 4 years in the Marines, my father decided it was time to move back home to Franklin County, Tennessee because my mother was pregnant with me. On May 30, 1998, my mother gave birth to me three weeks early.
The night my husband proposed to me was full of family, good food and wine, but it was also one full of anxiety. His family was uncomfortable with me, and I with them. I don 't believe anyone truly wanted us to get married, and his mother was wrought with nerves. His brother and pregnant wife felt confused, and torn . Yet, we sat down, we smiled, we drank, we ate, and ignored the silent accusations permeating through the air.
Sitting in a wooden chair watching my son play as nothing bad is going on. He says, “Dad look.” Pointing towards the sky. One of the most scariest things passed my eyes besides the day I walked out of my house with no money to my families name. The blizzard darker than fresh asphalt coming toward the house. In my head I’m thinking, “What am I going to do, I’m already poor.” I grab some garb and a couple scrapings of food to have just in case the worst happens and tell my son to get in the house. The black blizzard blew over my piece of a house and blew my tractor away. “Son!,” I yelled after it passed over. I didn't hear a response the first time so I yelled again. He says, “Dad, over here to the right,” we got together and went outside to
Stephen, a child of divorced parents, to my family and all who are suffering. It is a sad world when two loved ones break up. For the first year, I felt lost and alone like no one loved me. My family members were effected emotionally because they look to them as their kid. If I would look to God for "guidance" then the sorrow might be healed.
So there I was enjoying a beautiful afternoon filled with warm air, the smell of the grill and all my family sitting around the table with me. It is such a treat when we can all get together for dinner. We are all so busy with our own lives that it is a challenge to have us all come together. My sisters both with newborn babies and I with my son who is 6. On this specific occasion it was me, my two sisters, both their husbands, my mother and stepfather who were in attendance. My mother tries relentlessly to make us all be in the same place at the same time. And on days like that day she succeeds. One of my favorite things to do when we all get together is to poke fun at my little sister. Yes no matter how old you are you never outgrow the need to give your little brother or
During my freshman year in high school my parents decided to separate, and later divorce. The decision was an abrupt one, and the beginning of many challenges for me. The first decision I was faced with was which parent I wanted to live with. As a fifteen year old who had just entered high school and loved/needed her parents equally, this was a challenging task. Ultimately I resolved this challenge by choosing to stay with my dad.
A divorce is defined as “a judicial declaration dissolving a marriage in whole or part, especially on that releases the marriage partners from all matrimonial obligations” as stated by www.dictionary.com/browse/divorce. In current society divorces has been a well-known phenomenon and is quite common t everyone. Couples are getting divorced die to many reasons. Some of them are, but not limited to other love affairs, loss of romantic feelings, infidelity, getting married to young or even conflicts in the home between the two spouses. It is a heavy concept that impacts child(ren) and family one way or the other, both advantageous and negatively.
As a child, I longed for the things others seemed to attain effortlessly. I did not mind having ill fitted, tattered clothing and worn down shoes. Nor did I mind having to eat school lunch as a substitute for dinner. Instead, I craved the unconditional love one would expect to receive from his or her family. Yet, I have been unfortunate in that regard.
Arranged marriages are very common in countries like India, where parents live with their sons and the wife is expected to be the caretaker (The Economist, 44). As a young girl going back to school after marrying is very toilsome because she has familial duties and/or the girl becomes pregnant with a child she cannot continue her education. These marriages were once socially tolerable, but now should not be considered acceptable any longer. It is a cycle that must be broken, "Girls who marry young are more likely to be poor and remain poor (Polter, 10)." And it is a harsh reality, as families give their daughters away in hopes of improving their economic situation; for instance, the use of dowries, they are gifts that the family of the bride gives to the husband when they are married to make the girl more appealing, there is one less child in the family that needs food. In a child marriage, an adolescent girl faces a great risk of death when pregnant or during childbirth, their body simply cannot sustain a baby, when they are just a baby themselves, they are too young. Yet still there are child marriages occurring throughout the world today. "In Chad and Niger, whose rates of child marriage are among the highest in the world, that figure tops 70% (The Economist,
In this twenty century, divorce is very common; especially in the America today, the country that focus on their citizen’s freedom. The term "common" here is not that every marriage couples will end up divorce, but it means that the society already accept and have an open might about divorce. In the article "The Making of a Divorce Culture" by Barbara Dafoe Whitehead, she had mention that "divorce is now part of everyday American life. It is embedded in our laws and institutions, our manner and more, out movies and television shows, our novels, and children 's storybooks, and our closest and most important relationships." Everyone should have seen or at least hear about it once in their life from their own experience or from someone they
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back