I woke up a couple of times last night, half from mixed up dreams and half wondering if it's morning yet.
It ended up not raining last night, though the air was thick with the smell of a looming storm.
October is the rainy season in Somalia...
Desperate hope fills everyone's heart as they pray for rain.
Imagine if it were us, if we were trekking hundreds of kilometers across a desert searching for survival. Imagine leaving behind your old folk, loosing your babies and burying your spouse.
No amount of imagining will make us understand. How can we ever understand such devastation ?
We have taps all around us and refrigerators and stores too. We live in paradise. We, desperately search for happiness. Our stomachs are always full.
I think about the story of the Somali man who had to make his baby suckle on his wife's corpse; just to be strong enough to carry on the journey.
Has suffering become only another news piece ?
Muslims believe the faithful are one body, that when 1 part pains the whole body hurts....
How many tears have rolled for the Somali's?
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