I’m not a Jane Austen, English is my third language i’m not a perfect writer but this is me forcing my self to write more and learn from my mistakes, so if you do notice anything wrong please tell me.
The reason i’m hiding my identity is that what i’m going to share with you is something that could hurt me and the person that means more to me than this whole world. The reason I am sharing my story with you is that i been hiding these stories all to myself for far too long, happy stories, wild stories, sad stories and very depressing stories. stories I hid from my whole family and friends. The stories I share are a moments I lived, moments i could not share with a friend or my family. And this is why, I am from a destructive country Somalia but one with a surviving tranquil and beautiful culture but also very conservative one, this is maybe because almost every Somali is a Sunni Muslim. Some of the stories i will share with you is good enough for me to get capital punishment in Somalia and my crime is LOVE, a love I shared with a non Muslim man, non Somali man but with a white man from New Zealand. To some, you might see this as why is that a big deal, but where i am from this brings shame, despair, disappointment, anger and even death.
This story is about love conquering all.
I want to share this with EVERY girls in my position TO LOVE, NEVER DOUBT YOURSELF AND STRENGTH OF LOVE , WE’RE ALL MADE TO LIVE A LIFE FULL OF LOVE NOT FOR RELIGION OR FOR SOCIETIES NORMS BUT FOR OURSELVES TO LOVE AND DO IT UNCONDITIONALLY.
From Every Wednesday I will post my stories.