This is the story of how I came to America.
When I was six years old, I met some American peace corps members in Somali Mogadishu. At that time I didn’t know anything about America.
My brother told me about some documentaries about America — about World War I, II … I saw movie characters with tall blonde beautiful people. I came to school the following day, and asked my teacher where was the united states. He showed me the map — since then I kept in my heart the hope to go somewhere peaceful and with freedom of speech. I kept this until my graduation of high school. Some of my friends had gone to the united states before me — it was 1983. That was my American Dream – to have an education and my own business in the United States.
I moved to Milwaukee, Wisconsin in 1985, and settled there for 22 years.
So for me, there is a difference that occurs because of being in this different country — a lot of the people who stayed in Somalia in that time — some left peacefully, some escaped the pressure of country … until the civil war happened and the government collapsed.
Many people in north america and Canada today have a hope to get back to their homeland of Somalia — but they have a fear of those shell-and-mortar crimes, and rape.
So we need to make a difference. That’s why I want to go back home, and bring peace and unity, bring the unity of the people together. A lot of organizations are tribalist… there are lots of parties with different values… we need to bring these people together to make peace in the country… and to forgive each other. And provide education for the children… and #1 priority of security; anyone who kills somebody will be brought to justice.
My dream is just like any other individual dreams of people who are willing to make a difference, but I have not seen in the past any Somali presidential leadership until now, still the corruption is ongoing. We need to have a solution.