
Being a Child of the World
Do you remember the first time you felt like a new place was your home away from home? Where a culture different from the one of your birth or origin was a part of your identity?
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Do you remember the first time you felt like a new place was your home away from home? Where a culture different from the one of your birth or origin was a part of your identity?
Read MoreIn the Somali culture, we carry our forefather’s name like an ID card; you have your name, your father’s name and then your grandfather’s etc etc etc. In my case, ‘Id’/’Ciid’/’Eid’, is my great-grandfather’s name and it’s also the kind of name that hits you with a spotlight when you’re in certain places…this town I’ve moved to is one of those places. Less than 2 hours in the country and at least 3 different people had figured out who my family is, and all I could do was that awkward tight-liped smile with a gentle nod of the head to confirm.
The Uber driver looked at me confused when I entered the backseat of his car. Puzzled he looked at me through the rearview after we exchanged hellos and he asks “So what is your name again?”