I could recite the Somali anthem before I could walk.

National pride.

This is my motherland I’d say, and point towards a worn map on the wall in my bedrom. My land is a piece of paper. Colors. Figures and contours printed on glossy paper. My land. Now I don’t point towards a map on the bedroom wall, I point towards my heart and whisper: Here is Somalia.

Anyway, proper introduction is always a necessity. I am an 19 year old girl, soon to become a woman, depending on what womanhood is. I live in Oslo, the capital of Norway, Norvége, Norge or Norwegen, all the same. When I grow up I am going to be just as wobbly as I am today. I love Harvey Pekar and Charlie Kauffman. Other jews I like include Noam Chomsky and Nathalie Portman. Generally, I am an agreeable person who knits when she is tired, pretends to be a DIY person, although she swears to H&M and preprepared items. I have green fingers, a green heart and I hug trees on happy days.

Religiously I am a muslim, a practicing, muslim. I hope I am a good muslim, but Allah knows  best.

In conclusion, this is my blog. Sometimes I blog absurdly, other times I am shockingly sane. Either way, it’s me.