Dadaab

“They call me ‘Cadaani’. We, Somali albinos, don’t have it easy. Many don’t  know that it’s a rare disorder. Growing up, all I heard was that my maternal uncle cursed me but how can he curse me if he’s himself an albino. I tried to attend school once, but I couldn’t bear the bullying from my peers.  I was giving a taxi-car by one of the local agencies, and it used to drive me to school every day, but kids used to pelt the windows with rocks. So I decided it wasn’t worth it and left school. I do nothing else now but stay and pray at home. Occasionally, I go outside, but that’s it. More awareness needs to be done to help albinos fight stigma. We’re not cursed, we don’t have diseases, we’re just like everyone else and require more tangible recognition that we are part of society.”

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

“Waxay igu yeeraan Cadaani, anagu hadii aanu nahay Soomaalida albinos ah, manoo fududa noloshu, kuwo badan ma oga in ay tahay wax cid kasta ku dhici kara aadna u tiro yar, intii aan koray waxaan maqlay in abtiga i habaari jiray laakiin sidee i habaari karaa marku isaguba yahay albino. Anigu marbaan isku dayey in aan iskuul galo. Laakiin waan awoodi kari waayey in aan sii wato sababto ah cayda iyo dhego hadalka ardaydii kale iga imaanaysay awgeed. Shirkad ka mid ah kuwa halkan ka  jira aya baabuur taksi ah isiisay, maalin kasta iskuulka I geeya hadana iga soo qaada. Laakiin caruurtii aan wax wada dhiganjiray waxay samayn jireen in ay gaariga  murayadaha ka tumaan. Markaas ayaan go’aansaday in aanan iskuulkan dan igu jirin waanan isaga baxay. Hadda waxba ma sameeyo waxba ma dhigto, gurigaan iska jooga halkan baan ku tukadaa. Marmar ayaan banaanka u yara baxa. Waxaa loo baahanahay in la sameeyo wacyi gelin si loo yareeyo  faquuqa lagu hayo dadka albinos ah. Habaar naguma dhicin. Xanuuna ma qabno, waxaanu  lamid nahay dadka kale. Waxaanu u baahanahay in lanoo aqoonsado in aanu ka mid nahay bulshada.”

(Xerada qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

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500,000 Refugees, Countless Stories: Welcome to Dadaab

When the idea for a documentary project about the world’s largest refugee camp came about, in early 2011, Dadaab, Kenya was a place that few had heard of. A haven for those fleeing armed conflict, disaster, or persecution, on the border with Somalia, Dadaab was already home to the world’s largest refugee camp – a dubious honor it held by a wide margin. And yet to most, Dadaab simply drew a blank.

All that changed in early 2011, when the looming famine in the Horn of Africa sent refugees flooding into the camp. Soon after, as famine was formally declared in Somalia, international journalists followed. For the first time in years, Dadaab was suddenly in the news: an international symbol for a humanitarian crisis. There were 500,000 refugees in a camp that was built for 90,000.

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Somalian Drought: Worst Humanitarian Disaster

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Tens of thousands are flocking to the U.N. refugee camp in Dadaab, Kenya to escape the Somalian drought. There are already 380,000 refugees living there now. The World Food Program estimates that there are still 10 million people in need of aid.

The mortality rates have exceeded emergency ceilings and 50% of people arriving are malnourished.

The camps are full and do not have the resources to provide this huge influx of refugees with food, shelter and medical treatment.

A photo of Bono from his recent trip visiting refugee camps in Dadaab (via onecampaign)

See, this is the kind of image that makes the haters (and even some fans) lose their minds. I won’t repeat any of their crap here; we’ve all seen it. No point in trying to psychoanalyze those people anyway. Bottom line is they don’t care about much, and they don’t like to be reminded that they don’t care, because they know they probably should care. Anyway, here’s Bono, a man whom I suspect really feels no separateness at all between himself and others. Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to not be shy, to not be fearful of making a faux pas when you’re in another country. Imagine what you could accomplish.

Şimdi kurban günlerindeyiz ve nice kurbanlarla sınaniyoruz…

Bıçak altındaki İsmailler… Ateş hattındaki İbrahimler… Kuyudaki tüm Yusuflar… Nil’e terk edilen Musalar… Issız çöllerdeki Hacerler… Yalnızlığın yurdunda çırpınan Meryemler… Kızgın taşlar altındaki Bilaller…

Zulme maruz kalan bütün mazlum ve masumlar bizi bekler… İnancının bedelini ödeyen narin bedenler hep bizi özler ve umar…

Bunlar nerede mi bekler ?

Arakan… Dadaab… Kutubalong… Patani… İdlib… Halep… Hama… Humus… Gazze… Mogadişu… Kabil… Grozni… Her yerde ve her zaman…

Yarın mukarrabinden olmak istiyorsak, bugünden kurbanlarımıza yakın durmalıyız…

Kurban kesmekle kalamayız, kurban olmalıyız… Hem de “ Fedake nefsi ya Rasulallah /Canım sana kurban olsun ya Rasulallah” kararlılığı ile

İşte o zaman kurban bizim için furkan ve burhan olacaktır…

   

“I have lost three my children in early 1990s. They were quite young, and I loved them very much. When the war broke out, we fled in fear of our safety. We had to walk for hundreds of miles. There was little food, and I remember my children complaining about the heat and the thirst, especially the youngest. I carried them as much as I could on my back, but there was so much I could do. They were such happy children, always smiling. Their smiles instilled hope, that whatever happens if we stick together and I protect them as much as I can, things will work out. Once we reached a safe area, we set camp and waited it out. Unfortunately, the war followed us to our safe haven. In the midst of the screams of the young, the shrieks of the women, the chaos, people fleeing, I lost sight of my beautiful children. Without a trace, they disappeared. I refused to despair and tried to look for them. I’ve visited so many nearby villages and towns and prayed to God to help me locate them. My wife accepted their fate but I couldn’t. The single image of their smiles kept me going, instilled hope in me that they were alive and well. For many decades, I kept the hope alive, but it was until recently that I gave hope. I’ve accepted that they are in much better place and if they’re still alive, I pray that God unites us with them.”

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

“Waxaa iga lumay 3 caruura bilowgii 1990-yadii, caruur aad u yar ayey ahaayeen, aad baan ujeclaa. Markii dagaalkii ahliga dhacay waanu soo qaxnay, waxaanu lugaynay boqolaal mayl. Waxaanu wajahnay cunto yaraan, weli waaan xasuusta caruurtayda oo ka cabanaya kuleelka iyo haraadka weliba midka ugu yar. Waxaan ku qaaday dhabarkayga ilaa intii aan awoodi karayey, laakiinse waxbadan u qaban karayey jiray,  waxay ahayeen caruur markasta faraxsan dhiila cadeeya. Farxadoodu waxay igu abaaurtay rajo, waxkasta oo dhaca si wada-jir ah waxaan ku dedaali jiray in aan ilaaliyo ilaa xad inta aan awoodi karo. Si wacan bey noloshu noogu shaqaysay markii aanu soo gaarnay goob nabad ah. Waxanu degnay waanu sugnay, nasiib darro hadana  dagaalkiiba soo gaaray goobtii amaanka ahayd isla markaana aanu joognay. Oohinta caruurta iyo qaylada dumarka, dadkii oo is dhexyaacay hadana markale waanu qaxnay. Waan waayey aragii caruurtaydi quruxda badnayd, waa iga lumen, waan diiday in aan ka tago, waan isku dayey in aan raadiyo. Waxaan booqday dhamaan xafadahii  u dhawaa goobta waxaan ilaahay ka baryey inuu isoo celiyo caruurtaydi. Xaaskaygu waa ku samirtay laakiin aniga waa igu adkaatay. Waxaan xasuusta noloshoodi iyo farxadii ay ku jireen, waxay igu abuurtay rajo ah in ay noolyihiin. Wakhti dheer kadib, weli rajadaydi waa noolayd, laakiin wakhti dhowayd hada waan ka samray, waxaan aqbalay in ay joogaan meel halkan ka wacan, hadii ay weli noolyihiin, waxaan ilaahay ka baryayaa inuu isu kaaya soo celiyo.”

(Xerada Qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

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Young Somali refugees living in the world’s largest refugee camp, in Kenya, have sent letters of encouragement to Syrian refugee children who have also had to flee their homeland. The young Somali students reside in the Dadaab refugee camp, in north-eastern Kenya. It is home to nearly 400,000 refugees, the majority of whom have fled conflict, drought and famine in Somalia over the last 23 years. Care International, the aid agency that provides many basic services at the camp, organised the pen pal exchange and delivered the handwritten letters to Syrian children at the Refugee Assistance Centre in Amman, Jordan.They offer messages of solidarity, encouragement and advice to their “dear brothers and sisters”.

-BBC “Syria crisis: Uplifting Letters of Hope”

Perhaps the best line: “Be the stars and the new presidents of Syria.”

“I arrived at this refugee camp as a toddler and an orphan. My father was killed during the civil war, some bandits robbed his livestock and shot him in the process. Growing up was tough, and if I reflect on it, I get teary-eyed. I remember as a kid, we were so poor that I had to wear plastic bags as clothes so that I could attend school. At the time, I assumed it was normal to be this poor where you couldn’t afford normal clothes. In a way, I’m glad that I thought it was normal because it kept me going so that I could finish my school. I didn’t see it as an excuse; otherwise, I would have engaged in self-pity, feeling sorry for my family and myself that we were this dirt-poor instead of changing our situation. So there is always a silver-lining in every situation. We are not as poor as we used to be, thank God. I am currently training to be a human rights lawyer as I want to make sure that other poor Somali children have some chance at life.”

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

“Waxaan imid xerradan qaxootiga anigoo ilmo yar ah hadana agoon ah. Aabbahay waxaa lagu dilay dagaaladii sookeeye, kooxo hubaysan xoolihiisi dhacay kadibna toogtay. In aan xaladaas ku koro waxay ahayd mid aad xanuun badan, markasta  eego xaladaas ilmo iga soo dadata. Waxaan xasuusto caruurnimadaydi waxaanu ahayn faqiir markaa waxaan xiran jiray  bacaha balaastiig ah  si aan iskuulka u tago. Wakhtigaas waxaan u malaynaya in ay ahayd marxalad caadi ah sababto ah in aan laga iibsan karayn dhar halkan. Si kale hadii aan u eego, waan ku faraxsanahay in la igu yiraahdo waa caadi sababto ah waxay ii fududaysay in aan dhamaysto iskuulka hadii kale, waxaan ku dhici laha marxalad kale, qoyskaygana waxaan ku keeni laha in ay ka xumaadaan in aanu ahayn kuwo aad u faqiir ah, halkii aan xaaladas iska bedeli laha, Markas waxaa jirta in marlaxad kastoo ay leedahay qayb fiican. Hada manihin faqiir sidii aanu ahaan jirnay markii hore. Hadda waxaan barta sidii aan u noqon laha abukaate u dooda xuquuqda bani’adamka waxaan doonaya in aan hubsado in cunug kasta  oo Soomaali ah  uu helo fursad nololeed.”

(Xerada Qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

“I enjoy school and my favorite subject is English. I was not able to study at night because we didn’t have any lighting in our house. Now that I have a solar lamp, I am determined to continue my work at night.”

Eleven-year-old Zamzam, a Somali refugee in Dadaab refugee camp, is currently enrolled in primary school. She may have been born in exile, but her dream is to become a doctor and one day treat patients in Somalia. [Photo: UNHCR/A.Ibrahimkhil] 

Africa’s Week in Pictures by the BBC 8-15 May 2015

Nigeria’s commercial, capital, Lagos, held its annual carnival on Saturday…

Some students watched performances through the school fence…

A comedian entertained the crowd by “eating” broken glass…

While these young people chose to enjoy the day by rollerskating…

Four days later, an Egyptian singer celebrates the birthday of Zeinab, the granddaughter of Prophet Mohammad, near her shrine in Cairo

On Friday, a piece entitled “Slave Chain with Four Yokes” from a vodou convent in Benin, is displayed a museum in Point-a-Pitre in France to commemorate the abolition of the slave trade

The next day, refugees sit on a wall with a mural on hygiene at the Dadaab camp in north-eastern Kenyan. It is the world’s largest refugee camp, accommodating mainly Somalis

While on Wednesday, Kenyan actress Lupita Nyong'o poses as she arrives for the opening ceremony of the Cannes Film Festival in south-eastern France

On Saturday, Bastia’s Ivory Coast striker Giovanni Sio heads the ball next to Rennes’ French Senegalese defender Cheik Mbengue. Bastia won the match, played in Rennes, 1-0

By the BBC

“We were both born in the same year in Dadaab Refugee Camp and are both 19 years old. We spent some time getting to know each other and fell in love. We then got married and are now expecting our first child. In Dadaab, once you make a family, you are more respected. Before we were known as two individuals, now we are known as one family unit, and that brings so many blessings and tranquillity in our lives, to be united as one family unit. I’ve learned so much from marriage, and that balance is crucial. They say that marriage is like putting your hand in a dark hole; you don’t know what you will get. Sometimes it works out, and sometimes it doesn’t. If it doesn’t, one should keep trying until they find their compatible partner. There’s always someone out there for everyone. We both love each other very much, and without love and compatibility, you won’t have a base to stand on. I know that in the Dadaab Refugee Camp, it’s quite difficult to raise a family with quality but we don’t mind as long we got each other.”

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

“Waxaanu ku dhalanay xeradda qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab isku sannad. Hadda waxaanu nahay 19-jir. Waxaanu wakhti ku qaadanay in aanu si wacan isu baranao, markaas kadib waxaa na dhexmaray jacayl. Muddo kadib waxaanu go’aan ku gaarnay in aanu is guursano, hadana waxaanu sugayna Insha’Allaah ilmahayagii curad. Halkan xerrada Dhadhaab marka aad qoys dhisto waxaad helaysaa ixtiraam ka badan kii hore aad ugu dhex haysatay bulshada. Markii waxaa lanoo yaqaanay shakhsi shakhsi hadana waxaanu noqonay qoys dadkuna waxay noo yaqaanaan hal qoys. Tani waxay nagu soo kordhisay in aanu noloshayada farxad, nimco iyo  deganaansho ah ah ku nolaano.  In aanu nolosha ku midowno isla markaana noqono hal qoys waxbadan ayaan ka baranay guurka. Waa in aad deganaan yeelato. Soomaalidu waxay tiraahda, guurku waa sidii qof god madow gacanta geliyey mana ogaan kartid waxa kaga soo baxi doona. Marmar waad ku guulaysanaysa marmarna sidaad jeclayd kugu shaqayn maayo, qofku waa inuu sugo inta uu ka helayo qof ku haboon inuu nolosha la qaybsado. Inta badan qofka aad nolosha la qaybsanaysa waad helaysa. Annagu aad baanu isu jecelnahay, jacayl  iyo wadajir la’aantood nolshaada heli maysid degenaansho. Waan ognahay xeradda qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab in ay adagtahay in sidii  qoys tayo wacan loo dhisto laakiin maadama aanu is helnay midaas hada dan kama lihin.”

(Xerada qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

“She lived in Hagar-dhere camp, and I lived in Ifo camp. We met at a wedding in Ifo. A friend of her was getting married, and she was one of her bridesmaids. The groom was a close friend of mine, and I was his one of his ushers. The bridesmaids and ushers were working closely together to make sure that the wedding goes smoothly. When I saw her for the first time, I was mesmerised and blown away. I fell in love with her right there and then. The whole evening,  I couldn’t get my eyes off her, and I knew she liked me too. We got together and dated for a full year before getting married. I was a student whilst we were dating, and she was extremely patient with me. Being that loyal is quite rare nowadays. I waited for him because I was very much in love with him. He said he fell in love with my personality and religiosity. I fell in love with him for his generosity and his desire to do things. He’s incredibly ambitious. We have four beautiful daughters now, and we couldn’t be any more happier. Love’s essential to individual happiness. Don’t ever marry someone you don’t love. It never ends well.”

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

“Waxay ku noolayd xerada Xagar-dheere, aniguna waxaan ku noolaa xerada Ifo. Waxaanu ku kulanay aroos ka dhacay xerada Ifo, gabar saxiibadeed ah baa la guursanayey.  Iyadu waxay ahayd mid ka mid ah malxiisadaha, wiilka caruuska ah wuxuu ahaa saaxiibkay aniguna waxaan kamid ahaa malxiisyada. Malxiisiinta iyo malxiisaduhu way wada shaqeenayeen inta arooska lagu jiro si loo hubiyo in waxkasta sidoodi u dhacaan ama u qabsoomaan. Markii igu horaysay ee aan arko xaaskayga markiiba waa ka helay, waan jeclaaday, kadib habeenkii arooska oo dhan iyada eegayey markasta indhahaygu dhankeeda ayey ku maqnayeen. Waan ogaa in iyaduna iga heshay, kadib waanu is baranay muddo sanad ah ayey nagu qaadatay in aanu go’aansano in aanu noqono lamaane nolosha wadaaga, kadib waanu is guursanay. Anigu waxaan ahaa arday wakhtigaa aanu xiriirka is barasho yeelanay, iyaduna way i samirtay wakhtigaas aan ardayga ahaa. Dacadnimadaas waa mid  aad  u yar in la arko maalmahan. Waan u samray isaga, sababto ah aad baan u jeclaa, wuxuu igu yiri waxaan kugu jeclaaday shakhsiyadaada iyo sida aad diinta ugu dhaqanto. Anigana waxaan ku jeclaaday deeqsinimadiisa iyo dookhiisa. Waa nin han iyo hami leh, waxaanu hada haysana afar hablood aad u qurux badan, farxad naga maqan majirto. Jacaylku waa muhiim waana lagama marmaan, weligaa ha guursan qof aadan jeclayn, hadii kale guurkaagu ma noqonayo mid sii raaga.”

(Xerada Qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

“I miss the nomadic life. It was simple and reminds me of a quieter and peaceful life. Living in a town is not for me, but I’m forced to be here because of my failing health. To remind me of my nomadic life,  my family daily carry me to an empty place under a tree, make it comfortable for me and I sit there for the whole afternoon watching people go about their daily business. I lived a good life. Life is not meant to be forever but my love for good times will remain with me forever.”

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

“Waxaan aad u tabaya noloshii baadiyaha, waxay ahayd nolol iska fudud, waxay u xasuusisa nolol bila qaylo ah, nabad ah, in aan magaalo ku nolaado iima wacna aniga, laakiin waan ku khasbanahay sababto ah xaaladayda caafimaad oon fiicnayn. Si aan u xasuusto noloshaydi reer guraaga, maalinkasta qoyskaygu waxay ii geeyaan geed cidla ah hoostiisa, si aan anigu ugu raaxaysto, gelinka danbena wakhtigeyga ku qaato, waxaan daawada socodka dadka maalinlaha ha.  Noloshu ma aha in aad weligaa noolanayso, laakiin wakhtigii wacnaa ee isoo maray  markasta waan xasuusanaya.”

(Xerada Qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

“He developed a mental illness when he was a student. It was during the civil war in Somalia; he witnessed a mortar hitting his brother, instantly shredding him to pieces. Since that moment, he lost his mind and ran as far as he could, he didn’t stop until we forced him to stop but I could see the shock in his eyes. From that day onward, he keeps escaping from the house at the slightest chance he gets. I  think, in his mind, he keeps reliving that tragic incident, so his mind tells him to flee, get away from whatever situation he is in. I brought him to several psychiatrists, and they prescribed him medications, but it’s not helping him at all. In fact, it gives him insomnia. He thinks he is perfectly healthy. To keep him from escaping, I was forced to chain him. It’s not ideal but is no other solution. I bring him his food, and he sleeps and wakes up in that place. I’m his mother, and I love him, but this is the only way I can keep an eye on him. His father is no longer in this world, and he used to look up to him. Now, I’m left alone to deal with this. He’s not violent and is a sweet boy, always smiling, but he doesn’t listen once he’s unchained. He begs me to unchain him, but once I do, I know that he will flee once again and I have to get the others to search for him – sometimes for days.”

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

“Wakhtigii uu ahaa arday waxaa ku dhacay xanuun dhanka maskaxda. Waxay ahayd wakhtiyadii dagaalada sookeeye ee Soomaaliya, wuxuu goob joog u ahaa markii madfac dilay walaalkii isla markaana jarjarjay jirkiisi. Maalintaas ayuu xiskiisi lumay, wuu cararay ilaa intuu uu awoodi karayey, ismu taagin ilaa aan joojiyey anigu, laakiin waan ka arkayey indhihiisa naxdintii ku dhacday. Ilaa wakhtigaas, wuxuu si joogta ah uga baxsada guriga markasta uu  helo fursad. Waxaan u malaynaya in ay kusii jirto murugadii shilkaas, markasta maskaxdiisa waxaa  kujirta  inuu cararo. Waxaan ku dedaalay waxkastoo aan kusoo celin karno xaaladiisa caafimaad, waxaan  u geeyey dhakhtaro ku takhasusay xanuunada maskaxda, waxay u qoreen dawooyin laakiin waxba umay tarin. Xaqiiqdii waxaa kusoo kordhay hurdo la’aan, wuxuu u haysta inuu caafimaad qabo. Si aan uga  ilaalino inuu baxsado, waxay dantu igu khasabtay in aan ku xiro silslad, ma hayo xal kale ku ilaalin karno. Halkaas ugu keenaa cuntada, halkaasu seexda, kasoo toosa, anigu waxaan ahay hooyadii, waan jecelahay, laakiin tani waa sida keli ah ku ilaalin karro isaga. Aabihii wuu dhintay, wuu ilaalin lahaa haduu joogo maanta. Danta anigay igu khasabtay in aan la tacaalo xaaladiisa, dhibaato malaha waa qof degan oo naxariis badan. Markasta wuu qoslaa, laakiinse marka silsilada laga furo kuma dhagaysanayo. Wuxuu iga barya in aan ka furro silsilada, marka aan sidaas uga furo waan ogahay inuu baxsanayo, waa in aan cid kale baryo sidii loo raadin laha wakhtiyada qarkood waxay qadata maalmo dhan in la helo.”

(Xerada Qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

“I was brought to Saudi Arabia as a toddler. I lived most of my formative years there. My older brothers raised me, and as a young kid, I would yearn for my mother’s touch and influence but was told that she passed away. I used to get extremely jealous seeing other children with parents. After 27 years of growing up with the knowledge that my mother was no longer in this world, one of my older brothers discovered that she was still alive and well. She was living in the Dadaab refugee camp and has been looking for us for the past 27 years. When I heard her voice over the phone, I cried with happiness. I booked the next flight to Kenya and met her. We spent some time together, crying and laughing like we were never separated. I met my half-siblings. My mother then made a special request, she asked me that since I was away from her for 27 years, she requested that I at least stay with her for a quarter of those lost years which is 7 years. I agreed and went back to Saudi Arabia, bagged my belongings and moved to the Dadaab camp. I have been living here for the past 5 years. I opened a shop, met my wife here and now have a beautiful daughter. I became part of the religious leaders in this camp, and it became my home. Every day, I visit her and spend some time with her whilst I also take care of my younger siblings. I’m truly blessed for God has reunited us.”

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

“Anigoo aad ilmo yar ah dalka Sacuudi Carabiya la i geeyey. Kadib waxaa isoo koriyey walaalahay iga wayn. Noloshayda inta badan halkaasa ku noola. Markii aan ilmaha yar ahaa hooyaday way isoo gardaadisay, laakiin mar danbe waxaa in hooyo ay geeriyootay. Wakhtigaas kadib waxaa igu dhici jiray murugo iyo in aan ka xumaado marka aan arko caruurta kale oo waalidkood la socota ama la nool. Kadib 27 sanno aaminsana in hooyaday dhimatay aduunkan guudkiisana ayna joogin. Maalin maalmaha ka mid ah walaalkay oo iga wayn ayaa soo ogaaday in hooyaday weli nooshahay caafimaad qabto kuna nool xerada qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab. Isla markaana waxay baafinaysay  anaga 27 sanno ugu danbeyey meel aanu joogno. Markii  iigu horaysay ee codkeeda maqlay anigoo telefoon kula hadlaya, waxaan ilmeeyey oohin farxad ahba iga timi, waxaan go’aan  ku gaaray in aan toos diyaarada usoo raaco si aan hooyaday ula kulmo dalka Kiiniya. Wakhti wacan baanu wada qaadanay, mar waanu ooynaa marna waanu wada qosolnaa sidii laba qof weligood iswaayin. Waxaan la kulmay walaalahay kale. Kadib hooyaday waxay isoo jeedisay codsi gooni ah, waxay iga codsatay maadama aanu muddo dheer oo 27 sanno kala maqnayn ugu yaraan in aan la joogo rubuc kamid ah 27 sanno aanu kala maqnayn. Waan ka ogolaaday, kadib waxaan ku noqday Sacuudi Carabiya, alaabtaydi kasoo qaatay waxaan toos ugu soo guuray xerada Dhadhaab. Iminka halkan waxaan ku noola hada muddo 5 sannadood ah. Dukaanba ka furtay, nasiib wanaag waxaan halkan ku bartay xaaskyaga hadana waxaanu haysana gabar yar oo noo dhalatay. Waxaan ku biiray culimada ku nool xerrada. Halkan baa ah gurigaygi rasmiga ah hada.Maalinkasta waan booqda hooyaday wakhtiba lasoo qaata , hadana waxaan daryeela caruurta walaladay ee iga yaryar. Ilahay baa mahad oo dhan iska leh, waxaan ku faraxsanahay in aanu dib isu helnay.”

(Xerada Qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

I’ve been in Dadaab Refugee Camp since 1994. I’m the only hearing sign language teacher in here. I decided to learn sign language when I was a kid. My best friend was deaf, and even though we were extremely close, we had difficulty communicating with each other. He had a group of deaf friends that he communicated with on a daily basis. I felt a bit left out, so I attended a course to learn sign language which took me 4 years. Many found me extremely weird to learn sign language when I can hear perfectly, but it didn’t bother me. All I wanted was to become closer to my best friend and learn his world. Now, most of the people in my social circle are hearing-impaired. They are very down to earth and very easy going. But when they get angry, you don’t want to be on their bad side.“

(Dadaab Refugee Camp)

"Waxaan ku noolahay xerada qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab ilaa 1994, halkan waxaan ahay macalin dhiga luuqada dhagoolayaasha
Waxaan go’aansaday in aan barto luuqadan anigoo caruur ah, waayo saaxiibkay wuxuu ahaa qof dhagoole ah. Inkastoo aanu aad saaxbiibo u ahayn hadana waxaa nagu adkaa in aanu is fahano si wacan u wada xiriirno. Wuxuu haystay koox saaxiibo la ah oo dhagoole ah, markaasna uu la xiriiri jiray maalinkasta. Marka waxaa dareemay in aan cidla joogo anigu. Kadib waxaan iska qoray koorso lagu barto luuqada dhagoolayaasha waxay igu qaadatay in aan si wacan u barto muddo ku siman 4 sanno.
Dad badanbaa ila yaabay marka arkaan in aan baranayo luuqadan anigoo si wacan wax u maqli kara. Laakiin taasi saamayn iguma yeelan. Waxaan rabay in aan saaxiibkay ku dhaawado markasta waxaanan bartay qayb noloshiisa kamid ah. Iminka, dadka ugu badan ee aan ku xiranahay waa dad maqalka naafo ka ah. Waa dad aad u wacan rafiiq wacan laakiin marka ay caroodaan, uma baahnid in aad dhanka xun ka istaagto.”

(Xerada Qaxootiga ee Dhadhaab)

anonymous asked:

Do u fink dat some humanitarian crises get more attention than others Not playing the oppressionOlympics but from what Ive seen from the media alone the MiddleEast get more attention than the Congo for example even though 6 million have died since98'

100% yes.

I know what you mean by “oppression olympics” but I feel it is also important to point out the quiet, hushed racism that plays a major part in the media watering down the devastation of a crisis in one part of the world, but highlighting another issue some place else.  

With regards to what is being christened as the “latest” refugee crisis in the media emanating from Syria is interesting because Syrian refugees have been fleeing the country since 2011. For 4 years now Syrians have been seeking refuge in neighbouring countries: 

1.8 million refugees fled to Turkey
1.2 million fled to Lebanon
I believe almost 800k fled to Jordan + Yemen 

Millions of Syrians have been fleeing life threatening, devastating, unlivable circumstances for nearly half a decade but only now, in 2015, as the burden only slightly shifts to Europe does it maintain spotlight eligibility. In comparison to the millions of refugees that’ve fled to countries within the MENA region, the number of refugees that Europe has agreed to resettle is minimal. 

But an even more pressing, heartbreaking and disappointing example is how the ongoing refugee crisis faced by Eritreans, Somalis and other refugees from North East/Central Africa is entirelyyyyyyy overlooked. For YEARS Somali refugees living in Dadaab refugee camps have been faced with the hurdles of infectious disease, lack of freedom of movement and an imminent shortage of food. Generations of Somali refugees have been faced with the unimaginable ultimatum of either leaving the camps due to its hostile environment, struggling to seek asylum in countries that have closed their doors to them, or to return to possibly dangerous circumstances in Somalia itself. Eritreans fleeing the country because of severe state-sponsored violence, torture and capital punishment are being returned to the same country they were seeking refuge from. For years these refugees have been making unimaginably difficult journeys crossing/oceans/borders/hostile territories but the attention from media sources has been abysmal. 

To learn more about the plight of Eritrean/Somali refugees 
For a timeline of events leading to the current Syrian refugee situation