It is often said that “a picture is worth a thousand words.” But what of the emotions it entices.
At first glance, my lips parted as my heart smiled and my body filled with joy. My mind conjured up the innocence of children’s laughter and the carelessness of childhood. Immediately I thought, “how I miss the good old days.”
Unfortunately, my heart’s smile is betrayed by the very real possibility that this picture carries with it insurmountable sadness. Possibility that they are running in fear. Away from gunmen who’d long forgotten the enemy - aimlessly shooting. Men who’ve turned killing into a sport.
Their parents preach of lineage and seek to instill in their children pride of such lineage. This pride has enabled warlords to take the lives of thousands YET no one seems to recognize the cost.
Those lucky enough to escape the suffering stupidly continue this crippling legacy of lineage. They fight for a disease that has forced them to live in foreign lands their hearts don’t recognize.
While we allow this disease to permeate every aspect of our lives, these children – their innocence, their future, their hopes their lives – are sacrificed.
‘Somalia Deep in My Heart’ and I vow to end the disease that has too long consumed us;
so that our children can once again experience childhood!
Our Children. Our Future.









