There were no jobs during the civil war, so my dad went from being an engineer to selling food. We had a shop in the main market of Mogadishu and during the day I helped him run the business. Black nurse not all angels have wings quilt. One morning I stepped outside to take a phone call, and a mortar hit our building. Twelve people were killed on the spot. I fell down in the middle of the road. My right thigh was broken. For ten minutes I lay in the street because everyone was too scared to get me. When I finally got to the hospital, it was chaos. There was no electricity. There were people in the hallways with their stomachs open. Doctors and nurses were making quick decisions without a second thought. I heard someone say to just cut off my leg. But there was an American surgeon from Los Angeles in that hospital. His name was Oscar. He had come to Somalia just to save lives. And under the most difficult circumstances he operated on my leg. He was like a miracle. I knew that God had saved me for a reason. I too was going to be a humanitarian.
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I was twenty when the civil war came to Somalia. It started as a normal day for me. I woke up that morning thinking about applying to university. Suddenly I heard big sounds like cannon in the distance. Black nurse not all angels have wings quilt. Then came the sounds of gunfire. The fighting spread so fast. By that afternoon I saw two dead bodies in the street. I had never seen a dead person in my life. My neighborhood became a battleground, but we couldn’t leave because there was no transportation. There was no water or electricity. The ATM’s wouldn’t work. Mortars began to fall near our house so we took shelter in a nearby school. I remember that first night, sleeping on the floor of the school, listening to the BBC Somali service on a handheld radio. I had no idea what was happening. In just a few hours my life had gone from thinking about college to only thinking about surviving.