Cali rang his grandma day after the shooting. Before he talked, he heard ‘war waa kuwii, alla waa kuwii, masiibo ha ku dhacdo. Waan ka soo tagnay. Wilina ma harin’. Cali sat silently out of respect than retrospectively. He thought he got a chance to talk, but the lecture went on ‘ayeeyo waxaan iyo dadkaan lama fahmi karo. Wey na jabin inta aan la fahmin’. Finally, he had to patiently interrupted his beloved grandma ‘ayeeyo ilaahay ha u naxariisto dadkii dukaanka ku dhintay, eheladooda iyo inta ey ka dhimatay.’ He knew where his grandma was coming from. She has always been like that. She had what he called the Israeli syndrome, where you blame others for everything even if they are not responsible or attribute mundane things like losing a sports game to your arch enemies. In all, he thought he could never lived through what his grandma must have seen in the wars, the peacetime, and neighbors back home. Did she lose some in the wars, did it effect her family personally, it must have. As more information were gathered on the horrific seward shooting and more details of the killer were revealed, cali thought he had a teachable moment. He rang the phone up several days later, ‘waryaa soo maadan arag in ey cunug ey habaabiyeen, oo ey ka mid ahaayeen dadkii, wiligeed dhici meyso in uu wax dhaco ey dadkaa ku jirin.’ Thinking he should wait til the police publicly release the indictment and who did who, cali decided to wait several days later. when the pictures were release along with the details, cali went to his grandma this time to confront her personally with the Star Tribune in his hand. ‘ayeeyo kii wax dilay waa cideena. Wiliba ninka dadka dhan laayay waa hal mid oo cideena ah’ getting a quick saying before he could do the greeting. Undeterred, she said ‘ayeeyo miyaad taqaanaa dadka gaariga waday, qofka soo agaasimay, waxaa la raba in dadka la isku diro’ knowing where this was heading, cali left rather quickly than anticipated.
