Emad
Abdullah
ESL
100
Oct
9, 2017
Final
draft
Surviving
Living in a new
world made my mother miss her parents and her friends who were still in danger
back in her home country. She missed the food and the environment were she used
to live in. There were no telephones at that time, so it was tough to
communicate with their loved ones in Ethiopia. My mother used to send letters
to make sure that her father and mother were healthy and well. Everything in
Somalia seemed so strange to her: the streets, the people, and the language. They
had a rough time adapting to the Somalian culture, especially the language. After
four years in Somalia, my mother’s father and mother went to Somalia to check
on their children. This was the reunion was that my mother dreamed of for years.
On the other hand,
when my grandfather and grandmother were in Somalia, they almost lost their
whole house in Ethiopia. My grandfather got a letter from his friend that sayed,
“you should come back home get back your house.” When my grandparents went back
to Somalia, they left their home without no protection, so the government wanted
to give the house to other people. One of Mengistu Haile Mariam’s famous
policies was land redistribution, which is to take land or houses from that
people who had a lot and give it for the people who didn’t. My grandparents
knew the risk of leaving the house behind, but they can’t change what was
happing. Therefore, my grandmother and grandfather went back to Ethiopia to get
their house back. When they got there, the government gave them a choice to
give up half of their house or they would take all of it. My grandparents knew
that they couldn’t fight them in court, so they gave up. My grandfather’s house
had six rooms, so he had to give two rooms away to the people who didn’t have a
house. When I was living in Ethiopia, I used to live in my grandfather’s house.
The people who the government gave our house to still live in our house, which
makes me mad when I think about it because we didn’t have a lot privacy while
they were living with us.
Today, when I meet
someone from Somalia, I think about my mother and her parents and how they used
to look up to each other during the tough time of their lives in order to
survive. If my mother had not gone to Somalia, she wouldn’t have gone to Saudi
Arabia where she eventually met my father, which means my siblings and I
wouldn’t have been brought to this world. Even though I haven’t had any
experiences like my mother, I feel like I was part of her journey because when
my mother speak the language that she learned in Somalia and Saudi Arabia I
feel like there is part of me that feels connected to those countries.