Why do Somalis stick together?

I had an interesting conversation on the bus today (yes the city bus,regrettably) with a North Sudanese man. We actually met while I was waiting for the bus, and asked him in Somali about the bus arrival time- thinking he was Somali. He said he wasn’t Somali, but Sudanese. We eventually got on the bus, and he sat next to me. He started asking me how long I’ve been in America, and complimenting me on my “good English”. I asked him about the South Sudan situation, and what he thought about his country splitting up. He didn’t seem happy about it, but felt it could help with the tensions.

Again, the topic of the conversation turned to “the Somalis”. He asked me why Somalis tend to “stick together” and don’t associate with non-Somalis. I told him it was just because people stick with their own “people” purely for comfort reasons. He seemed satisfied with my answer. He eventually got off the bus before me, but his question stayed with me.

I thought about the state I currently reside in, Minnesota and the culture here. Before moving to Minnesota 12 years ago, I lived in the South. I remember there weren’t many Somalis living there clustered like they are in Minneapolis, and only seeing other Somalis besides my family at weddings. When I lived in the South, I had many different friends that were non-Somali. Even my mother had non-Somali friends. The people in the South, were very hospitable and friendly. Even though, the South is known for its racism, I never witnessed it there. It could be because I was younger and sheltered from the “reality”. I remember people in the south were always smiling, even if they didn’t know you. When I moved to Minnesota, I immediately noticed the differences between here and there. Growing up in Minnesota, I didn’t really know how to analyze this information, but I could note the changes in my life. To this day, 99% of my friends and associates are Somali. I can count my non-Somali friends with one hand. In Minnesota, everyone seems to “stick” with their own “people”. People rarely smile at you, and that was a shock to me when I first came to this state because I would smile at people, only to not get one in return. I eventually got with the “program” and became more Minnesotan. I’m not saying Minnesotans are bad people, but they seem stuck up, especially the white people here. The African-Americans also tend to stick with each other. When I first moved to this state, African-Americans and Somalis didn’t get along (especially the youth). There would always be fights in school between Somalis and African-American students. I don’t notice that tension anymore, mainly because I think we’ve been living together for a while now and “know” one another. Minnesota has the largest population of Somalis in the United States.

So, is the problem “the Somalis” not integrating, or is it because of the culture of the environment we’re in? For example, I have some relatives in Canada, and they’ve been living there since the early 80s, some of my cousins were even born there 20 years ago. They seem to be fully integrated into the Canadian culture, and this is not based on data I’ve collected but mainly from observation. The Somalis in Canada seem to be more “Canadianized” as opposed to the Somalis in Minnesota that are less “Americanized”. It could also be that the majority of Somalis in Minnesota have only been here for the past 10 years at most, and living among other Somalis has preserved that “Somali-ness”.

I personally think Minnesota is the hardest place to make friends that are not your race, the hardest place to integrate mainly because the culture here is 98% white, German, Swedish ancestry and deeply rooted communities that don’t generally welcome outsiders. Somalis in other places like Seattle, Washington, Virginia, San Diego tend to be more “integrated” mainly because they don’t live in close proximity as the Somalis in the metro area of Minneapolis do. However, I do want to ask what does “integrated” mean? I believe the Somalis in Minnesota are hard-working people, and pay taxes just like all other people living in America. The Somalis in Minnesota want to better their lives through education and have a brighter future for their families just like all Americans. The Somalis in Minnesota vote, follow the laws and care about what’s going on around them, so if those things are parameters for “integration”, then I believe that guy was wrong to assume we aren’t integrated. I definitely believe Minnesota in general is a place where people stick with their own.

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Somalia Bleeds

This poem was written by M.J. Farah via http://www.garoweonline.com, and I just wanted to share it with you all. It’s beautiful and extremely poignant.

When the nation of poets are reduced to a nation of beggars,

When the non-governmental organizations (NGOs) which carry greed and notoriety
replace the government and the United Nations rules Somalia,

When the NGOs exaggerate and perpetuate the vicious circle of victimhood,

When a culture of dependence is created and promoted,

When Sheik Sharif’s religious rhetoric is replaced with Jeffersonian Democracy,

When Somali leaders compete for monetary interests or notoriety,

When AMISOM carry the crimes,

When Meles Zenawi became the poster child of democracy in the Horn of Africa,

When BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation) Somali services distorts the news,

When foreign Ships dump a toxic nuclear waste in the seashore,

When men ignore the lessons of history,

When injustice spreads like deadly cancer in the land,

When justice is politicized,

When the International Criminal Courts favors the rich and the powerful,

When piracy becomes the nation’s introduction to the world,

When the powerless Somalis carry the shame,

When the Somali children are made of orphans by the Mikhail Kalashnikov’s weapon
(AK47s),

When Al-shabaab’s religious rhetoric fills the airwave,

When the invisible hands fuel the endless bloodshed,

When the children of the war brandish their AK47s in pursuit of their own peace,

When the memories of a generation are clouded by the undying horrors of the war,

When the foreign interest groups hold every Somali peace conferences in foreign soils,

When the system of meritocracy is disfavored,

When the infamous 4.5 clan based systems promotes and fills the TFG’s cabinet seats,

When Somalia’ war profiteers call the shots from their five star hotels in Nairobi,

When the poor women and children decay in the refugee camps in Kenya,

When the earth bleeds and the wetlands are replaced with wasteland,

When the world’s ruling men pursue a short term policy of containment,

When the religion of Islam carry the blame,

When over ten million Somalis carry the pain and the frustration of their country’s period
of destruction,

When the seat of Shah became the seat of blood,

When the incapable men carry the lead and the capable men carry the crimes,

When greedy and hopelessness rules the land,

When the indigenous men become pinheads and avoid the pressing issues of the day,

When the knucklehead leaders race in revealing the nation’s weak spots,

When Google records this as the nation’s history,

This is when Somalia’s future is predictable in the foreseeable future. However, it is
time when leaders with strategic foresight must answer the urgent calls and play upon the
nation’s strength. Remember, everything is reversible except death. The legacy of the
current generation is yet to be written.

Are you willing to reverse it?

My PMS is cured: I’m no longer crazy!

Premenstrual syndrome or, better known as, PMS is a monthly ailment that affects many women. It affects many pre-menopausal women. Symptoms of PMS may include: mood swings, lethargy, cravings for different foods, sadness, anxiety, headaches, weight gain, tearfulness, paranoia.

The symptoms all seem to be psychological, which is why when I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me, I honestly thought I was going crazy. I didn’t know what to do, I even went to talk with my doctor who recommended I take birth-control pills. I didn’t want to go on contraceptives. I knew there was something I was missing in my body that was causing me my severe PMS symptoms. I searched all over the internet, I read medical articles, and then something caught my interest. That something was vitamin D. Vitamin D apparently is very important, and helps with immunity, as well as PMS symptoms. I ran into an article that talked about the benefits of vitamin D, which stated that many Americans were vitamin D deficient, especially darker skin people since it takes more time for the sun to penetrate the epidermis. A light bulb went on in my head. Living in Minnesota, we’re indoors most of the time, especially in the winter months. The sun is the best source of acquiring vitamin D, and I remember times when I would go outside and my body would crave the sunlight in the winter. I looked into this some more, and decided to have my doctor test my vitamin D levels.

When my results came back, I was shocked. My vitamin D level was almost non-existent, a mere 9 ng/mL. A normal value is 50-80 ng/mL. I was dangerously deficient. My doctor put me on 50,000IU (units) of vitamin D supplements for four months. Immediately, within two weeks I felt my PMS was getting milder, and milder. By four months almost 98% of my PMS symptoms were gone. I also started adding more calcium-rich foods into my diet. Before finding out about my vitamin D level, I never drank milk, maybe the occasional yogurt was it for me.

My mother was recently telling me how I’m so much better lately with my moods! We all started laughing after she mentioned that. I’m so happy and grateful to have found this. The moral of the story is, I wasn’t made for a cold place, I’m a child of the sun!

Is Islam just a set of laws?

One of the reasons I took a “hiatus” from practicing Islam was because I felt I wasn’t a good muslimah. I felt that because I wasn’t practicing the “dos and don’ts” of Islam, I was better off not practicing part-time. I was also discouraged by some of the people who I felt were always judging me regarding the way I would dress.

Being in the Somali community, especially the one in Minneapolis you will quickly learn that there is alot of extremism when it comes to women and hijab. 99% of Somali females in Minneapolis, and the surrounding metro areas wear long skirts and headcovering. If I go to certain places in Minneapolis wearing jeans, Somali women upon observing my “Somaliness” will quickly give me the side eye. You’re basically dubbed a whore for wearing pants. For the non-muslim, non-Somali readers, you may gasp at this claim, but nevertheless it’s true. I can’t count the number of times a Somali man or woman came up to me to discuss with me why wearing “pants” is deemed “haraam” (not allowed) for women.

I was recently talking to a friend of mine who used to wear pants, and has taken up to wearing skirts everyday now. She was telling me that “wearing pants is no longer in style”. I had to laugh at her comment because wearing pants isn’t about “style” , it’s more about convenience. It’s easier to wear pants and match it easily with all types of tops and blouses. Furthermore, it depends on the type of pants you wear!

So, does wearing “pants” make me less muslim? It’s possible that alot of women who like to judge sisters who dress how they want are doing it because they themselves wish they could dress that way. Most of them tend to dress that way out of fear of the Somali community, sadly. Furthermore, when trying to explain the importance of hijab, most of the time they would talk about the punishments of hellfire if you show your hair, instead of the benefits of being modest.

I realized, everything I do is between me and Allah. Islam for me is a spiritual transformation that gives you a direct connection with Allah (God), not a set of dos and don’t. Islam is not just a set of laws, but a way of life to attain peace. For me, Islam is more than a piece of fabric that covers your hair. I’m not saying there aren’t any rules to practicing Islam, but while doing that, we shouldn’t forget the spiritual connection, and it’s transformative nature. Allah is flexible, so why should we be rigid?

I want a baby

I never really thought about having kids or gave it much thought until recently. I don’t know what changed, but recently every time I see a baby I get this warm and fuzzy feeling, you can say it’s my maternal instincts kicking in. I just think babies are so adorable (who doesn’t) and can be a real blessing. Right now, I only think about myself. I spend all my money on myself, and I’m free to go anywhere anytime I want. I’m only responsible for my own life. I don’t own any cats or dogs to “mother” currently. I understand having a baby will change alot of things in my life, but I’m willing to see how that goes.

I sometimes recall how when my mother gets upset with me she would say “how are you going to take care of your kids?” My mother always made motherhood seem like such a heavy obstacle, or at least that’s what I think she meant. Growing up in my Somali household, I was always “raised” to be a mother, and a wife. That meant I had alot of chores! I always assumed motherhood was so challenging. Being twenty-something now, I realize that although motherhood is still a challenge, you can always ask the baby’s dad to help.

Which brings me to my first step to getting a baby, finding a man. You can’t make a baby without sperm! I’m single currently, and feel like I’m ready for marriage. I haven’t really done much “searching”, partly because I was raised to think the guy will just come. Most of the time, guys just would “flock” to me (it’s a gift), but I still haven’t found “Mr.Right” like most single ladies. I’m more open to taking an active role in finding the “right” partner. I’m just hoping he’ll have good genes, and meet somethings on my “mate list”. Hopefully, we can make make beautiful babies together *smiles*.

Somali love songs ♥♥

Somali music is the type of music that you can enjoy even without knowing what is being said. I especially love the love songs. Here are some songs you guys can listen to that are absolutely beautiful. They’re all love songs too!

This is my favorite love song ever, it makes me cry everything. It’s a classic song, called “boogi jacaylka” or “my heart”

This is one of my favorite songs. Lafoole is the singer, and he’s one of the best singers in Somalia. This song is called “Aduunko dhan” meaning “All over the world, I choose you”

Enjoy!

Another song I love is called “Naf jacayl haayo” it means “a love-ridden live”

I just MURDERED the niiko dance!

The Niiko is a Somali dance that basically involves you shaking your booty. As easy as that sounds, there is a technique to its movements. Tonight, in front of a mirror I not only learned it, I mastered it! I can’t wait to show off my Niiko moves at the next Somali wedding I go to!!

Here is how the dance looks and feel free to shake it:

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