In dusty, dirty, and congested streets of Mogadishu, particularly Bakara market my eyes met the unbelievably and imaginably young women. In my mind it was indescribable dream. After leaving in Diasporas over a decade, and the situation in Mogadishu, I never predicted such good-looking women still remain in Mogadishu. As the day progressed, I kept having flashback pictures of the young lady. In that afternoon with enormous hesitation, I decided to pursue finding/meeting her.
It took me little over 4 weeks to locate her and an other two weeks meeting with her. Once, I met her the urgency of getting to know her increased. She was not only beautiful, but also smart and sweet. I felt so lucky to the point I asked myself, I am the lucky guy in Mogadishu?
After months of getting to know each other, we decided to get married. Little over a year later our first son was born. Then second one, and then our fist daughter god awarded to us.
Since Somalia had no government, it was impossible for anyone to travel with Somali documents. Anyone who required any means of travel faced a true hardship. It was impossible to provide my family for any trips weather it was a necessity or pleasure.
That was the day I decided to file for her residence application in US despite the oppositions of my family, my friend, and believe it or not her own FATHER. We agreed to send to her to US, and I look after the kids while she is getting her green card. All the love and happiness changed as soon as she arrived in Minneapolis. I wonder what in is Minneapolis?
I have heard so many horror stories about Somali women changing in abroad, and I always thought.there must be Somali guys fault to lose there women. I never thought one day I would be in that seat. For the past 2 years I tried to understand what I did wrong and why is she leaving our kids and me. I still have no answer other then, bunch of single moms in MS who I never met in my life, and who don’t have any clue about my personality telling her that I am no good for her anymore. My crime, I moved out of the US (long time before I met her) and don’t want to my family to reside there. My kids and me were sentenced to be abandoned.
I repeatedly asked myself, are our Somali sisters unwise or irrational when it comes for family and marriage? What is in western world that immediately change our sister to the point they become stupid or take foolish decisions? Finally, why do the losers (mainly single moms) try to contaminate others?
I finally gave up on the women who I felt so much for her for the past seven years. My kids and me are finally on our own. Shimaale song says, anaa ubadkeygii rajoobay ee ninkii ashahaadanaayow dhulka gaaladda ha aadin.
