Where is home? Is it the physical place you grow up? The place where you were born? Or, where you lived the majority of your life. place that exceptace you. I was born in Somalia, but I don't remember anything about it. My family moved from their because of the civil war. The civil war start because of different tribes of somalia were in conflict but my family tribe was target because we were low level tribe and we did not have any power We moved to South Africa after Apartheid. “We moving to a new country with new hopes and anything is possible.” That's what my father told me before we left Somalia, but that was far from the truth. We moved to Cape Town where everything was different. We worked our way up from nothing. The buildings were new to me. I had never seen an escalator! It was a totally new experience for us, but when we asked people how to use the escalator, they started laughing at us. That was just the beginning of everything. I started middle school, and on my first day, I was shocked because I didn’t know anyone in class. I was the odd kid out in the class. As soon as I came in the class the teacher asked me where was I was from. I looked directly at her and said, “Somalia” proudly. She looked away and said, “What are you doing here”? Go back to your country!” I was shocked because I never experienced racism and xenophobia until that day. School was very hard for me because the teacher use to always pick on me because they knew I was new to the country. So, they would always call me out because I was not a bright kid in clas. I was always the target in class they called me names such as “fat kid” and “the black one.” I usually would creThat’s day I cried in the bathroom . calling names was not enough for them so they stred physical bullying me .always try my launch out of my hand sometimes i would get angry and fight back but the principle use to hate me so i was the one who always get speeded or the teacher would take a cricket bat or wire and hit me. or bullying did not affect me i would always treat them with respect and not go to their level of insulting me. The teacher would always bully me too so when it was time for homework i had know one to help me.i could not ask my parents because they never want school . eventually I worked my way up From the bottom of the class . I leaned how to speak the language of the country that English Afrikaans , Xhosa,Zulu. So. When I got better at school the haters got even worse because I was getting smart then they did not like that so they would bully me now for being a hard worker. Things got worse over time. The xenophobic attacks start in South Africa so my family was one of the targets . It was midnight and my dad was about to close our shop there African men come out of the shadow so hold a gun right at me and my father i still remember how it looks till this day. “Where is the money or i will shot your son right in the face “ that what he s.

1. Where is home? Is it the physical place you grow up? The place
where you were born? Or, where you lived the majority of your
life.
place that exceptace you. I was born in Somalia, but I don't
remember anything about it. My family moved
from their because of the civil war. The civil war start because
of different tribes of somalia were in conflict but my family
tribe was target because we were low level tribe and we did not
have any power We moved to South Africa after Apartheid.
“We moving to a new country with new hopes and anything is
possible.” That's what my father told me before we left
Somalia, but that was far from the truth. We moved to Cape
Town where everything was different. We worked our way up
from nothing. The buildings were new to me. I had never seen
an escalator! It was a totally new experience for us, but when
we asked people how to use the escalator, they started laughing
at us. That was just the beginning of everything.
I started middle school, and on my first day, I was shocked
because I didn’t know anyone in class. I was the odd kid out in
the class. As soon as I came in the class the teacher asked me
where was I was from. I looked directly at her and said,
“Somalia” proudly. She looked away and said, “What are you
doing here”? Go back to your country!” I was shocked because I
never experienced racism and xenophobia until that day. School
was very hard for me because the teacher use to always pick on
me because they knew I was new to the country. So, they would
always call me out because I was not a bright kid in clas. I was
always the target in class they called me names such as “fat
kid” and “the black one.”
I usually would creThat’s day I cried in the bathroom . calling
names was not enough for them so they stred physical bullying
me .always try my launch out of my hand sometimes i would get

2. angry and fight back but the principle use to hate me so i was
the one who always get speeded or the teacher would take a
cricket bat or wire and hit me. or bullying did not affect me i
would always treat them with respect and not go to their level
of insulting me. The teacher would always bully me too so when
it was time for homework i had know one to help me.i could not
ask my parents because they never want school . eventually I
worked my way up From the bottom of the class . I leaned how
to speak the language of the country that English
Afrikaans , Xhosa,Zulu. So. When I got better at school the
haters got even worse because I was getting smart then they
did not like that so they would bully me now for being a hard
worker. Things got worse over time. The xenophobic attacks
start in South Africa so my family was one of the targets . It
was midnight and my dad was about to close our shop there
African men come out of the shadow so hold a gun right at me
and my father i still remember how it looks till this day. “Where
is the money or i will shot your son right in the face “ that what
he said the fear i had that day it face me til this . my father went
inside and give all our money to those guys. We eventually got
kicked out of home because we can could not afford the rent
anymore. So my family decide to go to a ruffedge camp near us.
We got food ,clothes ,and education. The day . enature the day
come for me to leave leave the ridge camp and move to the
united state .
I overcome poverty , racism, xephoma and a nearly death
experience. I did not know how until i come to united state in
minnesota i never experienced teacher who are here to help a
student and give them experience . the first day i come to school
i was shocked again because teacher are listing to the students.
I never saw something like this. The land if the free and brave.
That when i knew there is hope for me and my dreams can come
true. I learned how to overcome difficult experience . i am
grateful for my timing because i come just before the muslim

3. ban so it feels like south africa again. My background is
different from anyone else i jumped the border i lived there
country and i learn to speak different language from the being .
so my background made me who i am now because it showed
me how to overcome any obstacle