My name is liiban. I am boy who grew up in a comfortable life compared to the children of my own age. Our family consisted of a mother, father and six children. I am the midle in our family.

If I look back on the sweet life of my childhood, it was a life with a special meaning. As liiban, I grew up the way boys of my own age were raised with the loving care of both my parents.

If I reflect on my educational background, in Somalia we have a tradition of sending children to Quranic school when they are old enough to understand and speak. When I finished the Quran school, I was sent to the primary school. I still remember that special day, starting school in the second grade.

My academic journey has brought me countless memories. I have met friends who have always been my friends and we have learned together. Also, in my life journey, I have make friends who have shared life with me. We have made friends at every stage. In the environment where I grew up, I had boys who I can never forget their games, stories, happiness and wise advice.

Similarly, in the Quranic school stage, I made friends with various boys and girls who have shaped my academic life in different ways. I was fortunate to have met students who will never leave my heart and have become true friends.

A special memory from when I was little being the time when my little sister – iqra, joined the family. A sad memory I was attacked at night by a thief who wanted to rob me but he missed me.

I remember so many things from my childhood that I can’t summarize in one place.

Love,

Your Future Self.