As a young child growing up in Somalia, I made a habit to hang out with the older people. Whenever I heard them talk, conversations dominated with proverbs and metaphors etc, and then in no time did I not fall in love with the art of words. Though my vocabulary was not as strong as theirs and let alone with my thoughts. I became a thinker indeed a very deep thinker. In America a teacher of mine noticed how I was good at manipulating words and writing from different perspectives in my high school located in Boston told me I should trying writing, thanks to her I am today. I still need to improve something’s but remember “changes don’t happen in over night”

Won an award for two essays the first one titled "my friend" won a 1st place on the Jamiaca Plain Gazzete. The 2nd one titled "what do you know" won a first prize on the Voice Magazine.