Posts

Showing posts from July, 2021

A Brotherly Message to the Graduate Youth of Somalia

Image
photo from Google Thousandsds of youths graduate every year from universities in Somalia. There are also graduates from abroad universities. The number of graduates is increasing year after year. In addition to that, a considerable number of youths graduate from secondary schools and join local and outside universities. Our educational institutions produce more graduates, although their quality is not sufficient. But producing such a huge number every year is good omen for a recovering country like ours. The graduate youths encounter a range of circumstances after the graduation. The most important one is unemployment.  According to ILO, the global rate of youth unemployment is estimated at 13.1 percent, and 71 million youth worldwide were jobless in 2016. In Somalia, 70% (two-third) of the population is approximately under the age of 30 years. Somali youth unemployment rate is estimated at 67%. Lack of social services, and the absence of basic economic infrastructure fueled high unemp

Dear Mom, I made it

Image
My educational journey started from Wabxo neighborhood in Galgaduud region. I managed to finish learning the Holy Quran in Wabxo. Since then, my mother enrolled me in Hassan Ali Osman Primary School. At the end of my primary education, my mother, the sole nurturer of my life, sent me to Mogadishu to complete the rest of my studies since my village didn’t offer secondary and tertiary education. In 2014, I rode a big T&M truck (literally called Tii’am in Somali) to Mogadishu. My journey took two days before safely arriving in Mogadishu. I suddenly joined Al-khaliil school in Mogadishu, Somalia’s capital. At the time, I was living at my uncle’s house. My mother used to help me all the way from my home village and send me the school fees. To support me in my new life, my mother has decided to relocate and move to Mogadishu. I have then reunited with my beloved family and we resided together in Daynile district. Our life was normal since then; my mother was responsible for our daily lif