Somalia: "I realize I am one of the lucky ones"
Dr. Hafsa Abdurrahman Mohamed is one of only 20 students to have graduated from medical school in Somalia in the past two decades.
Somalia 2009 © MSF
In December 2008, 20 Somali students overcame huge odds and graduated from medical school in Mogadishu—the first batch to do so for almost two decades in the failed Horn of Africa state.

Dr. Hafsa Abdurrahman Mohamed, 26, was one of those receiving a diploma from the capital’s Benadir University. Upon completing her studies, she decided to work for the Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF), using her skills to help provide free medical care in Somalia.

In this interview, she describes some of her experiences growing up in Mogadishu and working as a female surgeon in Somalia:


When I was very young, there was peace in Somalia but I don’t remember it. Throughout my childhood fighting, looting, destruction and killing were commonplace in Mogadishu. I was caught in crossfire many times when I was going to school. I saw people dying and others seriously wounded. University was especially challenging for me. I had the fear of death every morning and prayed to Allah every day that I would come home safely. In addition to the fighting there were other problems, many parts of the city had no electricity so studying at night or doing practical training in hospitals was very difficult.

Despite all the challenges, I realize that I am one of the lucky ones. My mother went to live in the UK before I started university and she paid for my education. Many others don’t have that opportunity. There are so many very bright students in Somalia who don’t get the chance to achieve their dreams. I hope this will change. Education does not have an age limit. As the English proverb goes: ‘You’re never too old to learn’.

I graduated at the end of last year. I chose to become surgeon because I wanted to help Somali women, particularly mothers who don’t get good medical care, especially when they have difficult births and need surgery. There is a huge need for female surgeons in Somalia as many Somali women don’t want male surgeons doing their operations.

After graduating I did six months further training in Mogadishu and then I came to work in Marere at the beginning of August. There was no hospital in Marere until MSF started working here in 2003. There used to be an expatriate surgeon but due to specific risks faced by international staff, MSF has been forced to run its programs in Somalia without their input since early 2008. In Marere, this meant they had to suspend surgical activities as they couldn’t find a qualified Somali surgeon.

Before I started working in Marere, MSF would refer women needing emergency obstetric surgery to Kismayo. The journey would take five hours in the dry season and MSF would cover the costs. Now that I’m here, we can do surgery again. On August 31, I performed my first caesarean section. I had done many caesarean sections as a student, but this was my first one as a practicing surgeon.

The girl I operated on was only 18 years old. She’s partially disabled in her right leg and lives with her parents in Jilib, a town about 11 miles north of Marere. Her husband is in Kenya right now. As her pelvis is very narrow she was not able to deliver properly. She was in labor for 24 hours before her parents brought her to the hospital. Without surgery her uterus could have ruptured, killing both her and the baby. Fortunately, her parents brought her here in time. The surgery was quite straightforward, we managed to deliver the baby in less than an hour. Both mother and daughter are doing well. In fact, the baby has been named Hafsa in my honor.

MSF has worked in Marere since 2003. In Marere hospital, MSF staff provides outpatient services for adults and children and inpatient care for children, medical and maternity cases. Medical staff provides delivery services, including emergency obstetric care, therapeutic and supplementary feeding, surgery (mainly obstetric), outpatient curative and preventative services and tuberculosis treatment. In nearby Jilib MSF runs a feeding programme but was forced to suspend these activities in August 2009 due to insecurity. In the first six months of 2009, MSF teams in Marere provided 18,104 outpatient consultations and admitted 536 patients to hospital. 2,453 children were treated for malnutrition and 3,373 received vaccinations.

In total, MSF runs ten projects in eight regions of Somalia.

Jesus Plus Nothing, Minus Somalia

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Somalinglish Love Story: When FaaRaX hits on

When Faarax hits on Xaliimo: Somalinglish love story.

Xaliimo was a very beautiful and hot gabar. Her qurux was like jowharad that would make you sleepless for nights, nights of wet dreams and probably undeserved isku-junuub. She is boqorod and full of suuro and jinniyo, the kind of girl that most of ciyaal xaafad would love to be with. She was tall, dhiig furan and with a super model physique. She had a big booty, dhaxyar and naaso taagtaagan. She had a wicked smile and heavenly indho-deero that would make you think of the Xural Ceynta janadda.

They say jaceylku is blind and makes you jileec. From the first day her family moved into our xaafad, I was struck by her qurux and wanted inaan ku dhaco. Somehow, ma helin a chance. One day I saw her walking in the suuq buying some dirac for the coming aroos party in saturday habeen at Habaryar isniino's wedding hall, doing hard gorgorton, getting cilaan on long fingers and gacmaha xaada lah, getting her timaheeda garbaha jooga done, and chilling with her girfriends. I tried my best to overcome my unnatural xishood and went straight to her to say “ abaayo, iska waran? My name is Faarax”. I wanted to be cool and self-confident and I wanted to let her know jaceylka aan u qabo.

After my is-maqiiqin and indho-adeeg, I found myself in front of her, frozen and speechless. My geesinimo went out of the dariishad. I couldn’t even dheh xataa one word. I started to gariir and dhidid. I was like a tiny leaf in a small Geed caught in a dabeel waalan ala tornado. After a daqiiqad or two. I was able to jooji the trembling but the sweating waa iska socday like fire hydrant ciyaal fureen in a blazing summer day. What an embarrassment!

She qosol at my awkwardness and lack of geesinimo. So did the other Xaliimos that were with her. I neceyb them fat and fulxumo chicks that are always with her like body guards. They remind you of that song: Buur buuranaayee alla ma buunsheey cuni jireenee. And specially that dhuxul gubatay la mood Faadumo Gaab. Her shortness is like a ganbar lugaha laga gooyay.

Xaliimo looked me kor iyo hooos and walked away from me with jeesto, giggling and laughing. I could hear Faadumo Gaab saying ….what an alwaax!!.

I wished I was meyd aan nooleeyn but I was breathing si xoog badan. I regained myself control and started to orod from this fadeexo like a tuug maalin cad la qabtay. I went straight to my guri, and went to my qol, slammed the albaab behind me, jumped on the sariir, found my go’ and barkin and started to hide myself from the yaxyax and jac that followed me all the way from the awful is-biimeen and ill-choreographed ku-dhacoow. After hours of painful shalaay and galgalasho, I fell into a nice hurdo. Dreams , qarow and riyo became my comfort, I dreamt of her, she was with me in the sariir, lying by my dhinac, giving me warmth and raaxo. I was in Jano Aduun!

Knock, knock on the door and loud bang woke me up of what could have been one of my wild imaginations with Xaliimo. It was my little hyperactive walaalkeeyga yar, waking me up with his usual feer and faralaab. What a little nuisance that I have to adkeeysi him walaahi on daily basis as if beat him my hooyo would call all my adeero gardheerayaal who will then take me to masaajidka and keep me there for wacdi. He spoiled my dream and I had to beat the hell out of him and vent all my ciil on him. He ran away to the qolka fadhiga. I ran afer him. She was there. Xaliimo was there, sitting with my abaayo and hooyo. I was only wearing one duluf macaawiis .She could see my skinny feero and hairy xabad. Again, I stood there like alwaax and speechless. Embarrassment fooqul embarrassment! This inkaar again?

Xaliimo and my heartless abaayo started to laugh at me. My hooyo started to tuur her kab on me. “war nacasyahow, soo gasho shaar, gabar baa kuu joogtee” Hooyo shouted me. I ran like tuug la qabtay talo ma leh back to my qol. I didn’t want to go back to fadhiga.

Knock, knock on the door and it was my pitiless abaayo this time. “ war marax yhaow soo bah, gabar baa ku sugeeysa” she taunted me with her challenged but improving Somali luqad she boowsid from dariska. We have loud and bad-mannered new Somali daris fresh out of the boat.

I wanted to say “bax naga tag” but that was not ragnimo thing to do. I took my shukumaan and went straight to musqusha, titir my face and get the fiish out of my indho, brushed my coffee stained ilko dhaadheer. I took a cold shower, get out of it and started is qalajis and qurxin, combing my jareer hair with shanlo, and putting some lotion on my dry skin. I came back to my qol and changed into a nice shaar and surwaal jeans and went straight to fadhiga, Xaliimo was there sitting in the fadhi carbeed; eating buskut, xalwo and drinking qaxwo qaraar like she is a marti in Eid celebrations. She looked and smiled at me. I sat horteeda and murmured something that sounded like a salaan.

My mother started her obvious marmarsiyo to excuse herself and others to let me be all alone with the quruxleeyda na soo booqatay. “ war maxamed iyo asli, kaalaya iiga soo qaada the threadmill from the basement” and they all left fadhiga to the basement. I kept silent for a daqqiiqo or two and Xaliimo started to break the ice by saying “hooyadaa is cool!” I was like “yeah” and then I asked her what she is doing in our Guri. “ I came to see you. What you did in the suuqa maanta was amazing. I saw qof waalan but wax jecel and I felt that jaceeyl.” I couldn’t believe it. I was like is this another riyo or real? Gabartu dhiiranaa!!!.., A Xaliimo so geesi to come to you Guri to ask you out! lama arag lama maqal! this must be A joke! “ Look Faarax, aboowe you are a nice guy and I would like us to know each other better and yaa og what could happen” Xaliimo continued. I was like this is crazy shukaansi and sheeko unlike I have seen. A xaliimo, so daring and bold. Yaabka yaabkiis, All I could say was “Haye”like baari. “one of us has to have the initiative and be the man….you made the first move oo waa igu dhacday , … so I fakir inaan retun the favor and come to you.” All I could say was “haye”again like caano madaadshe “ so you know meesha la iga helo and here is my number, I soo wac, aboowe” she stood up and walked toward albaabka. I followed her and u furay albaabka and like a gentleman did little bit of sagootis that was kind cool saan u maleeynaayo. As I closed the door, I started to jump and shout with farax. “YES! YES!” Waanba iska hilmamay all the embarrassment for the day. I was jumping and shouting for dhowr daqiiqo unaware my surroundings and who is around my geeso and hereero or not. God is good..ilaaheey ma ku gargaaraa mise ganfuur ganfuur.. my joy was on the roof and caadaas!

My hooyo, abaayo and little devilish brother were all in front of me ..with yaab and qosol at my weird moves. I didn’t give damn about them. My sister Asli again flexed her newly acquired taunting repertoire of Somalia on me with her carabla’ accent she said “ walaahi ahadkan waa la soo haayaa” She can't pronounce the Xa and Ca in Somalia and sounds like a Gaal speaking Somali.

Maanta I am feeling all good for two sabab: One is I am taking Xaliimo out to Maqaayad and Shaneemo. I don’t know which one aan Horumariyo. Should we first aad to the movie theatres and ka dib dinner or the other way around. Eating late night waa laga fiican yahay unless you gonna be up habeenkoo dhan which could be the case since beri is Saturday but Xaliimo wants to go that aroos Saturday night, so she has to be in bed for saacado to get her beauty sleep. She doesn’t want to go there iyadoo indho-fiiqan and gooman dhaadheer plus I can’t have another night of dhafar and maqaaqo-dhuuq. So it is got to be early movie, then casho, then coming back to xaafad and getting some deserved hurdo. A good qorsho right?

Xaliimo and I had a brief hadal over the phone. This was my markii ugu horeeysay to ring her and talk to her over teleefanka. I wasn’t nervous rack like markii hore plus her sexy cod was soothing and macaan. We discussed waxaan sameeyn doono and how it is going to be heer sare to be all kaligeen. But to my qalbi-jab, she wants Faadumo Gaab to come with us. I first said maya!.I had to totally diid sheekadan raqiista ah. Who I am dating here? Xaliimo Xuural Ceyn or Gaabeey madax-musmaar, the notorious gaanjibo and gang-leader in the Xaafad? No way Jose! Yaa la caarifaa? I want this balan to be all kaligeey with Xaliimo and to have waqti fiican with her only and not a whole bunch of gaanjibayaal.

I protested and expressed my ka-soo-horjeed of this but Xaliimo suggested that I should bring one of my saaxiibayaal to fix with Gaabo? Are you kaftanning me ? who is , in his right maskxa will go with gaabo? Xaliimo gave me kama danbeeyn, If gaabo is not coming, no balan, no movie or casho aadoow! I tried to reason with Xaliimo but to no guul.What a dilemma! I had to aqbal this lame soo-jeedin and I said waayahay. Let me pick you up maqribka in front of your guri.

Well, I had to get my hommie, Cali-Atoore. He is the coolest xariif in the xaafad who will never disappoint you and markasta gets your back when aa u baahato. Atoore said yes to being a double date. He is into shorties and since Faadumo Gaabo is a thick shortie with not that bad jir. I think he is gonna have a blast with her. Besides, when it comes to indho-adeegnimo and being cool-cat, he is raggeedii. I had to codsi this from him to keep Gaabo mashquul and to not outsmart me or inuu isku dayo to be funnier or cooler than me. I have to impress Xaliimo and be the man! Atoore assures me that wax kasta will be OK. Man, is this guy a friend la isku haleeyn karo or what?

Now that I took care of this, my next move was to get a nice gaari. My Qanax Honda has muffler qaylo badan plus it only has labo albaab and it is too duq. Xaliimo drives a nice Passat cusub but since I am taking her out, I can’t ask her to isticmaal her car. So I phoned my other saaxiib Xasan Xiito who works at Budget rental car. He can hook me up with a luxury car. Xiito told me all luxury cars waa la ijaartay for the weekend but he will hook me up with a full size Ford Expedition. This ma wanaagsana. Sababta hore, SUVs consumes a lot of gas and I am qaac, broke-a$$ and ma awoodo to fill it up. Secondly, it is is tus-tus and an invitation for a carjack. With all the madoow waalan in our ghetto, it is not safe be driving an expedition habeenkii. I had to settle for a mid size.

Caawa is the night. I have casual labis , so is my saaxiib cali. I called Xaliimo and she is running late mashquul with something but tells me she will be done in labaatan daqiiqo. That is cool. I pray fast maqrib and ask Allah to make this balan go smooth. As I started my salad, a loud noise comes from Fadhiga. My sister Asli is now listening to Somali hees with Cali Atoore whom she had a crush before Hooyo found out and suggested she will be arranged to marry him just si looga nixiyo. She used to listen R&B and Rap but since this new qaxooti cid came from Kenya, she is into Somali. In a way, this is good but not now and not that hees of Maryan Mursal. – “balantii aan dhiganaba waligaa ha beeneeyn, barashadii kalgacalkana bilaash yaaneey kula noqon” damn, I am in the middle of my salaat and I am following the lyrics of this hees? Wiswaas fooqul wiswaas! And why it has to be balan and barasho? Not like that Magool song she was listening – Nin lagu seexdoow ha seexan? Which my sister thinks it is all about a naag telling her husband not to sleep. I am doomed. This could be a bad omen. I ka bax salaat and go to fadhi and shut the whole CD-Player. “Waan tukaneeynaa, naga dami heesahaaga waalan” I shouted at her. I came back to my qol and xirtay another Salaat. I prayed degdeg and asked allah again to make this balan go smooth. - (Continued)

Abdulkadir Mohamed (Ato Shaair)
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April 28, 2008

Ras to Ras “Diatribe of Despair”
By Abdulkadir Mohamed (Ato Shaair)

From Caseyr to Kaamboni

I search peace
In alienated and violated land
God-forsaken and sun scorched dirt
Blood soaked,
Gun-powder tainted terrain
Mob destroyed, razed dwellings

But I see pieces
And folks gone insane
Unfeeling and brain drain
Led by ruthless band
of unrepentant evil men
employing untaught child soldiers
Drug crazed bandits and armed urchins
skinny hands tightly holding AK47s
marauding with blood-stained skirts
Destroying and shelling

I try to preach
In the land of the unlearned
Damaged people sinfully hurt
Unwell and starving
So much pain, unconcerned
skeleton like children swinging
from frail mother's rips and hips
Belly swelling and sick yelling

But with misery I freeze
Can’t continue this damned journey
With despair I ponder to pass
Back from where I start then pause
feeling the same Somali pain
relentless and alert once again
spirit is failing and short-selling me!
O' God, please help me to overcome this
feeling, becoming numb and lost
emotional roller coaster! atone
and let peace rain from Ras to Ras
so I don't dwell in pain zone
condemned and complaining


Diaspora Dialogue for Peace & Bridging our Differences with Mr.Ahmed Abdisalan, Former Deputy Somali Prime Minister
Mr.Aden was a former co-founder and director of programming for Horn Afrik. He was the minister of information, youth and sports for the Somali transitional government and former Deputy Prime Minister. He was instrumental in the Djibouti Peace Process that brought moderate Islamist President Sharif Ahmed to power. He is now touring and visiting the Somali Diasporas in Europe and North America to encourage the continuation of the peace process and the dialogue to pacify and stabilize our war-torn country.

Date: Sunday, July 19, 2009
Time: 00pm - 11:00pm
Location: Zuhrah Shrine Center
Street: 2540 Park Ave S
City/Town: Minneapolis, MN

Minnesota Somalis condemn Suicide Bombings in Somalia.

Minnesota Somalis condemn Suicide Bombings in Somalia



By Abdulkadir Mohamed
Sunday, July 05, 2009

Minneapolis, Minnesota - More than one hundred Somali Minnesotans held a rally on Friday to denounce Al-Shabaab, the hard-line Islamist insurgents in Somalia and a series of suicide bombings in their homeland.

The radical Islamic group Al-Shabaab has carried out several suicide bombings attacks on African peacekeeper’s bases and against government officials and clan leaders whom they suspect to be allied to a weakening Somali government led by their former ally, President Sheik Sharif Sheik Ahmed.

Holding signs that read "No to Suicide Bombings" and “Somalia needs peace” the protesters lined inside Peavey Park and alongside East Franklin Ave and Chicago Avenue in South Minneapolis shouting slogans in English and Somali that drew a chorus of horns from passing motorists.


The protest was organized by an ad hoc group of young Somali activists who live here in the Twin Cities. Abdinasir Ghelle, one of the organizers said the rally was to express the community’s condemnation and opposition to suicide bombings. “This turnout shows that Somalis in Minnesota are against those few extremists who misuse and hijack our religion to terrorize people.“

Sadiq Mohamud of Concerned Somali-Americans in Minnesota added that Somali Americans are just as passionate about their opposition to extremists as other Americans. “Somalis in Minnesota don’t condone extremism and it’s about time we let our fellow Minnesotans know that,” he said.


The rally was also attended by Imams, the Muslim religious leaders from several Mosques in the twin cities. In the recent past the imams from the Abubakr-As Siddique Islamic Center have come under intense scrutiny by the media and both local and federal law enforcement agencies for being involved in the disappearance of young Somali-American men who it is alleged they sent off to fight at the side of al-Shabaab extremists in war-torn Somalia. The imams have continued to distance themselves from the kind of violence exhibited by Al-Shabaab.

“Suicide in killing oneself is condemned by Allah and The Quran does not promise Heaven to those who commit suicide but rather the wrath and the condemnation to Hell, and if you kill others in suicide bombings, the punishment is even more,” Omar Hurre, the director of Abu-Bakr-As Siddique Islamic center told the protestors.

Imam Hassan Mohamud of the Islamic Dawah Center in Saint Paul urged local Somalis to work hard to pacify their homeland and the Somalis in Somalia through non-violence means and to engage in dialogue. The Imam challenged Al-Shabaab fighters to put down their weapons and to spare the lives of innocent civilians in Mogadishu, the bullet-ridden Somali capital.

The recent fighting between Al-Shabaab and forces loyal to the Somali government in Mogadishu has forced more than half-million civilians to run away from their homes.

The Imams in the rally reiterated their opposition and condemnation against suicide bombings one by one in series of speeches.

Amira Adawe, one of the organizers who lost family and relatives in the latest suicide bombings in Beledweyne, a town in central Somalia promised more rallies and forums to come to encourage the Somali community in Minnesota and beyond to be united in condemning suicide bombings and acts of extreme violence in Somalia.

Copyright © 2009 CSAM. All rights reserved

Minnesota Somalis condemn Suicide Bombings in Somalia.

By Abdulkadir Mohamed
Sunday, July 05, 2009

Minneapolis, Minnesota - More than one hundred Somali Minnesotans held a rally on Friday to denounce Al-Shabaab, the hard-line Islamist insurgents in Somalia and a series of suicide bombings in their homeland.

The radical Islamic group Al-Shabaab has carried out several suicide bombings attacks on African peacekeeper’s bases and against government officials and clan leaders whom they suspect to be allied to a weakening Somali government led by their former ally, President Sheik Sharif Sheik Ahmed.

Holding signs that read "No to Suicide Bombings" and “Somalia needs peace” the protesters lined inside Peavey Park and alongside East Franklin Ave and Chicago Avenue in South Minneapolis shouting slogans in English and Somali that drew a chorus of horns from passing motorists.


The protest was organized by an ad hoc group of young Somali activists who live here in the Twin Cities. Abdinasir Ghelle, one of the organizers said the rally was to express the community’s condemnation and opposition to suicide bombings. “This turnout shows that Somalis in Minnesota are against those few extremists who misuse and hijack our religion to terrorize people.“

Sadiq Mohamud of Concerned Somali-Americans in Minnesota added that Somali Americans are just as passionate about their opposition to extremists as other Americans. “Somalis in Minnesota don’t condone extremism and it’s about time we let our fellow Minnesotans know that,” he said.


The rally was also attended by Imams, the Muslim religious leaders from several Mosques in the twin cities. In the recent past the imams from the Abubakr-As Siddique Islamic Center have come under intense scrutiny by the media and both local and federal law enforcement agencies for being involved in the disappearance of young Somali-American men who it is alleged they sent off to fight at the side of al-Shabaab extremists in war-torn Somalia. The imams have continued to distance themselves from the kind of violence exhibited by Al-Shabaab.

“Suicide in killing oneself is condemned by Allah and The Quran does not promise Heaven to those who commit suicide but rather the wrath and the condemnation to Hell, and if you kill others in suicide bombings, the punishment is even more,” Omar Hurre, the director of Abu-Bakr-As Siddique Islamic center told the protestors.

Imam Hassan Mohamud of the Islamic Dawah Center in Saint Paul urged local Somalis to work hard to pacify their homeland and the Somalis in Somalia through non-violence means and to engage in dialogue. The Imam challenged Al-Shabaab fighters to put down their weapons and to spare the lives of innocent civilians in Mogadishu, the bullet-ridden Somali capital.

The recent fighting between Al-Shabaab and forces loyal to the Somali government in Mogadishu has forced more than half-million civilians to run away from their homes.

The Imams in the rally reiterated their opposition and condemnation against suicide bombings one by one in series of speeches.

Amira Adawe, one of the organizers who lost family and relatives in the latest suicide bombings in Beledweyne, a town in central Somalia promised more rallies and forums to come to encourage the Somali community in Minnesota and beyond to be united in condemning suicide bombings and acts of extreme violence in Somalia.

Copyright © 2009 CSAM. All rights reserved