My name is Maryama. I am a girl who grew up in a comfortable life compared to the children of my own age. Our family consisted of a mother, father and five children. I am the eldest in our family.

If I look back on the sweet life of my childhood, it was a life with a special meaning. As Maryama, I grew up the way girls 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 third 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 girls who I can never forget their games, stories, laughter and wise advice.

Similarly, in the Quranic school stage, I made friends with various girls and boys 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 – Maida, joined the family. A sad memory was when me and some of my classmates were attacked on the street by thieves who wanted to steal our mobile phones.

My childhood memories were too many to mention, most being more than just personal stories.

Love,

Your Future Self.