“Are you Somali?”
“She doesn’t look like one of us”
“Her mother must not love her because she lets her look like that”
These are questions and quotes that have been asked most of my childhood and life.
Within the Somali world, you have to look a certain way. I, however, do not look like everyone. I rock my hair naturally. Do not wear a headscarf, for my own personal reasons. This doesn’t mean I don’t act modestly. I walk around with my head held high, wearing my modest fashion clothing.
When I turned 18 I was ready to go to university, but I didn’t want to go to university in my hometown. So I applied to a course four hours away from home. Got accepted and packed my bag and said goodbye.
I got permission from my mother who raised me, taught me how to be independent as well as told me that it’s my life I should live it to the fullest.
With this freedom, I learned that people will judge me for everything. I walked around my new area which is where my auntie lived. I did