I grew up in Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia.

When I was young, I was a quiet person for my family and friends. At that time, I was very beautiful and gentle at home.  At school, I hated some subjects and when I saw some teachers in the market, I threw stones at them, just for fun. Sometimes, I skipped school because I didn’t want to learn some subjects.

My mom was very nice in raising me because my dad died during my childhood.
The biggest thing was at midnight when all the people or neighbours slept. We were a group of friends and we started to throw stones at their houses, just for fun.
When I remember that time, I start laughing at myself.

My childhood was a golden time.