Adeer Farax was a man among men back in Somalia, he was the bread winner, the role model, the head of the family, the dignified elder, the one who has the last word in all meetings, he was a decision maker for his family and at times for his sub-clan, literally he was a leader in a community.
Adeer farah adamantly moved to the West for the sake of his children's future, once they land, he loses all priveleges and identity, he relies every little detail of his life on his kids, be it grocey shopping, hospital appointment or what is the news on CNN. As time goes by, he senses that he is a burden to the household, he realizes that his word doesn't carry much weight, then gradually he finds himself alienated from his family, he is now a shell of his old self with no sense or purpose in life, depression kicks in, the only relief he gets is the donut shop where he fights the fadhi ku dirir with his peers over multiple cups of tea and coffee.
He hears how so and so back in Somalia got married to a 16 year old chick and is kicking, he shakes his head in regret and curses the day he came to the West.
I am planning of opening a center for such old folks to learn Engilsh and just kick back anytime they want without the pressure of the coffee shops.
any volunteers?
