I Know I am not the only one who felt devastated today. I know I am not the only who was in utter shock by the mass killing that happened to our brothers and sisters in Kismayo, and especially to our own Hodan Nalayeh.
I learned about Hodan Nalayeh in 2014 when I was visiting Somalia for the first time. Like many of you, I saw her positive inspiring videos circulating around the internet. Her goal; to change the narrative of our beloved country #Somalia and share more uplifting encouraging stories. In fact, this goal has become the mission of her life.
We all witnessed her grow into a journalism giant that transcended both of her countries Somalia and Canada. The world has come to know of this lady with a bright smile as a unique phenomenon that was sweeping our news feeds and IG with positivity and encouragement.
Her hustle whilst being a single mother of two, her interviews that highlighted all that is #Somali and positive, her empowerment of women(#Naagiskadhig movement) and youth, her pursuit of her dreams, all of which became bits of my daily life. Social media has a strange way of bringing people closer, giving them a sense of familiarity and a feeling that we know someone; indeed she was loved by many.
That’s why the news of her death shocked us to our core. I do not think I can articulate how the news impacted me. It was as if a close friend had passed away. In a sense, I also felt that we as nation lost one of our own. One that, I believe, is impossible to replace. We lost an advocate, a beloved leader who passionately and aggressively believed in the potential of our country. A potential, she died believing in.
Her death had also triggered many sleeping fears in me all at once. Fears that I try to burry having family members living in Mogadishu.
Like Hodan, all of us know family members and friends who made the choice of returning home and believing that fate is unavoidable irrespective to where the individual lives.
While we all believe in q’adar (fate) and death is indeed is a fact of life, no one wants to witness their loved ones pass away in such horrific way.
Hodan’s sudden death brought all of that to the surface. Peace is a human right. One that my people were stripped off for the last 28 years now. The fact that Hodan left the comfort of her life in Canada and chose to live in Somalia is one that’s testimonial of her bravery and patriotism. A woman that not only talked the talk, but walked the walk.
Her life, as we can all attest to, is one that had/has a massive meaning and impact. People are Alla’s witness on earth; my whole feed today was of people’s testimonies and condolences. THAT speaks for its self.
Indeed, to Allah we belong and to Allah shall we return. Right now, Hodan is a guest of Allah’s Subhanu wa’ tala. I pray that Allah Subahnu wa ta’ala accept her and the other victims of the terrosist attack as martyrs, Insha Allah. I pray that Allah SWT makes her grave a piece of paradise. I pray that He grants her family patience and strength in this trying times. I pray that my country Somalia recovers and the criminals rot in hell.
Hodan, Illahay ha ku naxaristo jannadan haka warabiyo adiga iyo xagigaga iyo dhamaan dadki lagu xasuuqay Kismayoo.