loola loo

Part 1: “I was born blind and I faced a lot of difficulties growing up. The Somalis have a saying: ‘For one to become blind, there is no fault in that but there is a fault in becoming blind in a community full of blind people’. My family and the Somali people that I interacted didn’t know the proper way to raise or approach a blind girl. As a result, I became self-dependent and quite isolated. During my younger years, we lived in a village called Higlale, close to a large well. On a given morning, I accompanied my mother to collect some water from the well. As we were approaching the well, my mother saw from afar two figures approaching the well from the opposite direction. We sat near the well and waited for them. You see, I love plants and flowers, though I’ve never seen how they look like, but I love caressing them, gently stroking them. So whilst we waited for them, I plucked lots of flowers, as many as my two hands could hold. When the two figures approached the well, they turned out to be a distant relative and her son. After greetings were exchanged, my aunt said in a jokingly matter: ‘Who is this beautiful girl sitting next to you, is she yours?’ Before my mother could reply, she answered her own question: ‘Is she the blind girl’. My mother replied in the affirmative. I got used to being referred to as the blind girl and I guess over the years, the hurt feeling dampened so it didn’t bother me much. But suddenly, once he heard that I’m blind, the son started walking towards me and sat next to me. He took the flowers that I held in my hands and patiently told me their names, their colours, where they can be found. I was taken aback for no one has ever done that for me. He asked me…”

(Hargeisa)

Qeybta 1aad: “Markii aan aduunka imid waxaan ahaa gabadh araga naafo ka ah sidaas darteed yaraantaydii waxyaabo badan oo caqabado ah baa isoo maray. Soomaalidu waxay tidhaahda ‘qofkuu inuu indho beelo khalad maaha laakiin waxaa khalad ah inuu ku indho beelo dad indho la dhexdooda’. Dadkii aan la dhashay ama aan ku dhex dhashay may ahayn dad aqoon uu leh dadka araga naafada ka ah sida loola dhaqmo ama loo xanaaneeyo, taasina waxaay keentay inta badan inaan noqdo qof kaligii noole ah oo inta badan dadka aan ku dhex jirin. Maalin maalmaha ka mida ah, anigoo hooyaday la socda ayaa waxaa aan degenayn tuulaada la idhaah Higlaale, ceel agtiisa ah ayaanu ag dagnayn. Ceelka ayaannu biyo uu soo raadsanay hooyo ayaa aniga isoo kaxeeysay wakhti dhulku doog uu yahay. Markaan kusoo dhaweeyn ceelkii biyaha, ayaa waxaanu argnay laba qof oo meel kasoo socda sida ay hooyo ii sheegtay, kadib markii aanu fadhiisanay ee aanu sugnay – anigu waxaan inta badan ku mashquulsanaa dhirta iyo ubaxa meesha ka beeran waxaana aad uu jeclaa waxyaabaha dabiiciga ah – ubax’yo badan ayaan gacanta ku haaystay, kadib ayey nasoo gaadheen labadii qof. Waxayna noqdeen laba qof oo mid habaryar aniga ii tahay iyo wiil ay dhashay. Markii laysa salaamay kadib, si kaftan ah ayeey habaryaro ku tidhi: ‘inantan quruxda badan, yaa kuu dhalay?’ qadar kadib, iyadoon hadalkii hooyo ka sugin, bay ku celisay: ‘ma inantaadii indhaha la ’ aydbaa?’ Kadibna hooyo ugu jaaabtay haa. Kadib hadalkaasi wuxuu noqday hadal soo jiitay inankii la socday habaryaro, suurtana galiyay inuu ila hadlo. Wuxuu markii kowaad ii qabtay ee aan ku xusuusan karo inuu ubaxyadii aan gacmaha ku haystay ii kala sheeg sheego taaso igu noqtay in wax qof mar hore ii sameeyay aysaan ahaayn. Wuxuu ii weydiyey…”

(Hargaysa)