How It Feels Being A Girl In Somali Community - Poem by Sahra Hussein
The birthday celebration!
All the family is waiting to see the new baby
Kinds are watching every person who came out from the room
Finally, the result came out
The father of the house moved to the front.
First question he asked, is the new child a boy or a girl?
The child is girl
What unlucky child!
Most of the family moves away.
The weather at the birthday place changes into uninteresting places
The mother has a long conversation about
How she is not an important part of the clan because
She can't have a boy child
The family discusses how the weather would be if the child was a boy
After a lot of paint releasing the child,
Mother has sadness about the reaction of the community
Growing up for being a girl has different perspectives throughout the families
Girl is like her mother! (traditional says) .
She awakes early in the morning staring at the age four.
She helps her mother to do housework
After few years she takes the responsibility of the housework
She cleans, cooks and takes care her young siblings
Luck one has the chance to go to school
She was beaten by her teachers because of being late (while she was trying to finish housework) .
As she grows up she faces problems with the boys
Boys hurt her, throwing silly words and rocks
Father says traditional says "girl has to be her husband's house or in her grave"
Then father prepares arrangement
This dependent on the relationship between the two families
or how much money the boy's family has
this girl starts a life with some one she doesn't like.
In a few months the girl has a problem with her husband
He husband starts to beat her
She runs away to her family.
Her family returns her.
She has children while she runs forth and back
Children‘s mind adapt to what their parents do
Finally, it because a traditional family problem.
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