Anyone I was introduced to would point to the ground and say 'dhulkaan waa dhulkaaga' this land is your land. I remember thinking well if I died now, I would be buried here, in a place where everyone looks like me, so not too shabby.
when he travelled back to somalia, he changed hotels with every fall of shadow, afraid that the cousins he played with would gun him down in the street. every coffee shop he sat inside, reading newspapers in familiar languages, he never visited more than once.
Maryama: I think most people associate the image of the crude white male, who is eternally 13 years old to skateboarders. The culture surrounding it can come across as aggressive and masculine. In essence, it's uninviting by perception.
#Cadaanstudies is a hashtag that we have been following closely. Created by Safia Aidid, a Somali woman and Harvard PhD candidate in History, the hashtag was inspired by the exclusion of Somali people in the field of 'Somali Studies'.
Black Brunch, the collectively led series of direct actions designed to afflict the comfortable has officially hit New York.
In the last few weeks we have seen a rise in social media activism within the Somali community. Many important discourses have been explored and one such example is the #DearAbaayo discussion that went viral on twitter a couple of weeks ago.
Just a few short months ago, I was exchanging messages with a friend of mine on social media. She was an aspiring model based in Toronto, a naturally gorgeous gazelle of a human being who had big dreams.
On Feb. 6, 2015, U.S. banks stopped money transfers to Somalia because of strict regulations set by the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency over concerns of money laundering and funding for terrorist organizations.
I came to learn of this turmeric face mask (also called Huruud) from watching my aunts and mum use it several times a week. It’s a traditional part of a Somali beauty regime. From the youthful, blemish free skin I've seen on my mum and aunts, it works!
It started with getting up early every morning and blending away. It drove my family up the wall to hear the motor of the blender first thing in the morning, but I didn’t care as I soon started feeling more energetic, less moody and my skin was clearing up.
your mother is a silent mouth, half-smiles and too much distance. she tells you about the blue-eyed woman at the airport who was all it must be sad leaving your homeland behind but aren’t you so glad you got out of there?
The vivid colours and lighting that welcomes black visibility. It is refreshing to a see a film conscious of black skin, bodies, and faces.
she couldn’t wrap her mind around the waste. ayaan who is three years younger than me would scrape her leftovers into the trashcan after each meal when my mother wasn’t looking. ayeeyo said the fact that we had never known hunger was the best and worst thing that could have ever happened to us.
Firstly, women. They are after all, the end all and be all of our world. I just genuinely enjoy depicting women. Secondly, East Africa; there is so much richness in our history and so many stories that are begging to be told.
This is not a story of boy meets girl.
This is not a story of boy falls in love with girl.
This is a story of drowning; this is a story of skeletons and civil wars
We carry such heavy burdens. Grief and guilt and pain weigh heavily on our backs. We swallow our truths, we choke on our tears, drown in our own blood. We live in a world that compartmentalizes the private and public sphere in such a way that anything that does not adhere to traditional white European standards is made Other.
I made this film as my graduating project for my film major and I knew that I wanted to tell a personal story that also paid homage to those affected by the civil war.
Capturing an individual's essence is my passion. That's why I fell in love with portraiture. The twinkle in their eye, the unfiltered moment of pure joy, the fierce passion and the sweet vulnerability.
1. Try “no”
Say it until it becomes a word your tongue recognises. say it spitefully, full of loss, with exhausted eyes. use it as your reply to everything. “how are you feeling today?” no/ "maybe you should go outside?” no / "what about washing your hair?” no
my hooyo and i sit across from one another
as she recounts the story of her migration
otherwise known as,
the removal of her heart from its home