PS: This chapter, perhaps, seems tasteless to many people. So, Gorgeous needs to take a precautionary shot, this chapter is similar to the previous chapter, "Confessions of a Somali Soldier", but the content is completely different. If you don't like this style, you can skip it.

It's more than two o'clock in the morning again.,The competition in the classification recommendation list is very fierce.,I hope you can give the recommendation vote to this book.,Gorgeous please everyone.。

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My name is Amosa and I'm a true Somali who I didn't think was anything extraordinary, but in the land of God, I found my worth.

It was a magical land with something that every Somali person cared for.

The reason why we say that this land is the land of the gods is not a special propaganda, but a title we call from the heart. A magical land, a miraculous leader, can bring us miracles.

I used to struggle on the survival line, and I understand more how fortunate my life is now, and people who have not experienced this kind of happiness have absolutely no way to feel it. From the moment I started to remember things, I knew what the environment was in that place. It was a refugee camp, a refugee camp that relied on international aid, and the camp was very large, and my "home" was very small.

I have five brothers and sisters, I am the youngest, and my mother told me that it was the year I spoke out, the country was gone, our lives were gone, and everywhere began to be in turmoil, looting, massacres. I still remember my mother's red eyes when she told me this. I found out later. My mother's family, that is, my grandparents, aunts, and others. They all died under the slaughter of the warlords, for the sake of that food. There are hundreds of people in the whole village, and there is not a single one left. And in the decades to come, I have witnessed such massacres many times, many, many times. They would kill all the women and men of the village, leaving only the children, and then take away the children and food, and these children would be their future soldiers.

In a refugee camp. We didn't settle down at all, I was a kid at the time, and I just remember that my father would go out early and come home late every day, and then he would only bring a little bit of food. However, until now, I don't even know what my father looks like, because at a very early age, as soon as he went out, he never came back. I remember it very well at the time. The next day, someone brought a lot of pictures to the mother, and when the person left, the mother started crying. Sisters and brothers, one by one, kept their mothers tightly. They all cried so loudly that I didn't know what was going on at the time, and I cried too. Until a few days later. I learned that my father was dead. At the relief point, people came to grab food. Everybody was killed, and my father was among them.

At that time, after I listened to it, I was only sad for a day or two, not that I didn't miss my father, but that there were too many things to be sad about. Every day, I was the only one at home, and my mother and older siblings went out to look for food, and because I didn't understand anything, they left me at home. At that time, I was able to eat every day and my body was slowly growing. However, the bodies of my mother and older siblings are getting thinner and thinner.

When I was six years old, I made friends in the camp who, like me, were left behind in the camp and played together during the day waiting for my family to come back. However, fewer and fewer people were playing with me, and outside the camp, there was a small dirt bag.

When I was seven years old, there were only two or three children left who played with me, and everyone else gradually disappeared. And those dirt bags, there are more and more.

And alas, this year, my fate changed dramatically, because from that day on, my mother did not go out again, and could only lie in bed weakly. At that time, I already understood a lot. Seeing my mother's already boring body, except for her bigger and bigger belly, the whole person was shriveled and shriveled, and I didn't have the strength to speak, and I never saw the same look in my eyes.

In those days, I sat next to me every day, holding my mother's hand, and my older siblings went out early in the morning. In the whole family, I was alone with my mother. I remember very well that at that time, I could clearly hear the current wheezing sound, which was getting deeper and deeper. That day, in the evening, when the brothers and sisters returned, the mother had no breath left. And I, all the time, held my mother's stiff hands and sat quietly on the edge of the bed. When my sister's tears fell, I cried, and the next day, a few of us wrapped up my mother and carried her outside the camp, where there was another dirt bag in which my mother was resting.

From that time on, I went out with my older siblings, and I didn't know until then what they were going out for. In the camp, there is a place where you can find food. I also put up a sign that day to help other people, and at the end of the day I could get a small piece of food, some of which were brown bread, and some of which were already rancid. We are five brothers and sisters, and we have been there ever since. The work done is also varied, and there is everything.

It was also at that time that I gradually understood how difficult it is to live in this shijie. Sometimes, I would be hungry for days on end, and I wouldn't even have water. And as long as you come to work, you have to finish the work to get food. It was then that I, like my sisters and brothers, never had a smile on my face again.

In the beginning, because I was so young, I had to follow my older siblings, and I would help them out. And they will give me the food they get. I spent five full years in this life, but my body didn't grow much.

In the past five years, my older brothers and sisters have left me one by one, and when I was thirteen, my brother, who was two years older than me, also left. I carried him alone that day and buried him next to my mother.

I didn't cry, I didn't cry every time my brother or sister left, because I knew very well that crying was completely useless. No matter how loud I cried, they couldn't hear me. And all I can do is pray for them and hope they are in heaven. To be able to be with my father and mother, and not to endure such pain again.

I wasn't a kid anymore. I also know very well how my relatives left me. Hunger, disease. Fatigue, these three factors, have caused too many people to die. I don't want to die, because I want to see this shijie, weishenme will make it so difficult for us to live.

In order to survive, I worked harder for the next five years, still going out every day to find things to do, and returning to that deserted home at night until I was eighteen years old. Everything has changed. The camp was evicted. All of us had to leave the camps.

At that time, I heard that in the north, caring people are taking in refugees, and they will accept as many people as they go, because there is no goal to go, everyone goes north, and if the news is false, they can also go to Bossaso to find a chance to survive.

However, at that time, a sentence of the north. but delivered many people into the arms of death. General thinness is a common problem for all people in the camps. There were tens of thousands of people walking together, but along the way, the number of people kept decreasing. Everything is dominated by the desire to survive. Along the way, we ate up everything we could eat. But people continue to starve to death.

Everywhere the crowd passed, all the green disappeared completely. It's been like this for a long, long time. Because I was so hungry that I forgot the time, Shili and my eyes began to blur. All the way. I saw so many women, just like my mother. I'm well aware. If they hadn't been treated in time, they would not have been far from death. But I couldn't help it, because I also saw death, and the four branches were weak, and there was no strength at all.

When we finally crossed the Surud Mountains, everything in front of us almost made us despair, it was still an endless desert, and there was no life at all. At that time, I really fell, and I hadn't eaten any food for three or four days in a row, and if I hadn't kept asking myself not to fall down and to go on, I'm afraid I wouldn't be where I am today.

When people feel desperate, they must not lose their pursuit of hope. I believe this very much now.

After half a day of trekking, I could no longer walk on my feet, so I had to kneel down, prop myself up with my hands, and move forward slowly. The sound of a car suddenly reached my ears, and I remember it clearly, accompanied by the shouting: "Don't be discouraged, everyone, there is a aid station ahead of you, everyone can receive clothing, plenty of food, tents, and free medical check-ups." ……”

I couldn't hear it clearly, and when the other party shouted that I didn't want money, I cried. It wasn't just me, everyone was crying because we really didn't have any money. We were scared all the way, and when we got to that rumored place, what if we still needed money!

At that time, I could deeply feel the change in the crowd as everyone stepped up and they walked past me one by one. I want to speed up too, but I can't climb anymore. Gradually, I really didn't have the strength anymore, so I had to stop on the side of the road. However, I did not lie down, still propped up on the ground, looking into the distance of hope. At that time, I hated myself, and the endless desire to survive in my heart did not bring me any liliang. I tried very hard to move myself, but in the end it was all in vain.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness, in a trance, I heard a soft sound of a car in the distance, which woke me up. In the confusion, I could feel the car stop not far in front of me. It seems that it was out of curiosity that my consciousness gradually recovered.

As I looked at before, clear figures came into my eyes. First of all, the soldiers in the khaki camouflage uniforms of Shijie guarded the car. It was the first time I saw what it meant to be a soldier, and I was particularly impressed, especially with their khaki camouflage uniforms and their helmets and boots, and most importantly, they looked black. The main reason why I thought it was good at the time was because it was the most energetic soldier I had ever seen, and it gave people a particularly focused and serious feeling. What impressed me the most was that they had rifles that I had never seen before, a very bright black, very beautiful. And these soldiers have pistol holsters around their waists. This was simply impossible in my outlook on life at the time.

I wasn't scared at the time, because these soldiers didn't look like the robbers with guns, and I knew very well that their equipment alone was worth more than the whole camp combined. At that time, I was most reassured by the eyes of those soldiers, and I saw pity in the seriousness and coldness.

I have never been in the eyes of anyone who has been a soldier. Seeing such a look. Although we were very unfamiliar with each other, I had a deep feeling of being difficult to disobey. That's kindness. It was an amazing feeling, and I didn't think much about it at the time. Anyway, after seeing these soldiers, my heart was very calm. The fear of death has also disappeared inexplicably.

However, the next scene shocked me completely. A Chinese man stepped out of the car. It was a very young Chinese, and the soldiers, who treated the Chinese with great respect, were not the kind of people who did it on purpose. It's a respect that comes from the heart.

I have seen a lot of Chinese people in the refugee camps, and I have seen many Chinese people bring food to the refugee camps, and I have also received medical examinations from the Chinese. However, in such a scene, seeing Chinese people appear in my eyes again, that feeling is really extraordinary.

Especially when his eyes were fixed on me for about ten seconds, I could clearly feel the unbearable expression in the other party's eyes. I couldn't help it. has been looking into the other party's eyes, when the kind of unbearability in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger. The Chinese man pointed at me and said something to the soldier beside him, but. I didn't understand it at the time.

Later, there was a conversation, except that the soldiers came to ask the refugees some small questions. At that time, I was all focused on the Chinese man, and I didn't pay attention to listening. zuihou。 I saw him say a few more words to the soldiers, and then got in the car and left.

But. The soldiers stayed, along with two cars. And then, I understood what he was talking about.

A soldier walked up to me and asked, "Can you still hear me?" ”

I could hear it, but I didn't have the strength to speak, so I could only nod my head gently.

"Great, if you hear it, you will be saved."

From the joy on the soldier's face, I felt the urge to cry. This soldier did not dislike the smell of my body, and picked me up very gently. At that time, I also knew my situation, and all I had left was a skeleton and a skin.

The soldier carried me to the back of the car, took out a packet of glucose, and tried to feed it to me, but I couldn't swallow it. Later, they gave me a drip. A soldier with a red cross on his hand came up to me, checked my condition, and said, "If we come five minutes late, no one will be able to save you." Cherish your future life and don't let our efforts become meaningless. ”

To this day, I can still remember what the soldier looked like and what he said. Because it's become my motto in life.

After that, I went to a very imposing hospital to recuperate, and there were many refugees like me who had been brought back from the brink of death. Together, we receive treatments, physical function recovery training, and daily nutritious meals to get our bodies back up quickly.

At that time, how many times did I wake up in a dream, afraid that it was just another dream. There are many good dreams, and I dreamed of my family, who protected me in heaven and made me more brave and strong to live.

In the hospital, we hear a lot and see a lot. We are beginning to understand that we are still in Somalia, that this is a big city under construction, and that this hospital is actually a military hospital. It was the Chinese who saved us, because everything here belongs to the Chinese. Outside the city, hundreds of thousands of refugees have been taken in, and their food and shelter are free of charge, and everything is given free of charge.

I don't know exactly how long I've been recuperating, but when I felt my flesh start to grow and my strength slowly grew up and I was able to run fast and live a normal life, many of us left the hospital at the same time. However, we didn't leave here, but all asked to stay, hoping to repay the Chinese with everything we had.

And the opportunity came, and we got that opportunity. Many of us were selected for a training course and received a real education. Each of us is very serious, and every day except for sleeping is studying. It's not because learning is something we want but can't get, but because we want to give back with our best efforts.

We can all have our own ID cards and our own houses for the legal citizens here. We have worked harder to learn, and after more than two years, our efforts have finally paid off. After announcing that we could graduate, each of us was very excited.

Organization. Gave us a full month of vacation. I didn't waste it though, except for the first three days to take a good look at the city under construction. The rest of the time, I'm still learning. In the past two years, my biggest gain is that I have learned Mandarin, and although I can only communicate simply, I am already very satisfied.

My greatest hope is to be able to meet our leader, Li Lan, in person and say to him in Mandarin: "Xiexie! ”

But he's not something anyone can see if they want to, so I worked harder to be able to meet him. After the organization begins to assign tasks down. I did everything very well. I have also been honored many times and have met Mr. Mohammadi many times, but it is very regrettable that I have never seen our leader again.

Lately, our organization has been very busy, and I've been running all over Somalia. Today, my destination is Mogadishu. My current identity is that of a film projectionist, a profession that has recently become popular in Somalia.

However, I'm not here to organize a movie. Instead, films are shown in slums or refugee camps. I've been doing this job for almost a year now, and I'm moving from city to city every day.

Today is my first visit to Mogadishu. This is the capital of Somalia. Some of them are used to the appearance of Bagua City, and I really can't be interested in the urban environment of other places. And my core job. It is to publicize the appearance of the territory.

The dilapidated pickup truck pulled up in front of a tent area, and I had just gotten out of it. He asked, with a pungent smell of rot. I didn't feel pungent or disgusted, because I had been living in such a place for almost eighteen years. I was already familiar with the taste.

But. It was also clear to me that the vast expanse of dilapidated tent areas in front of me was not a slum or a refugee camp, but a place where ordinary people in Mogadishu lived. People who live here still have a little income and a job to fill their stomachs.

In the open space in front of the tent area, dozens of children gathered around me curiously when they saw my arrival. Looking at these emaciated children, I smiled and took out a large bag of candy from the back compartment and distributed it to them little by little.

"Go and call out all your companions, and each of you will get a candy."

Candy is something I must bring with me every time I go out, and every time I see the smile of a child when he receives candy from my hand, I always feel very satisfied in my heart.

More and more children surrounded me, and I did not refuse, taking out candy from my bag and placing it in a pair of small hands stretched high.

This kind of action is not only satisfying for me, but also very helpful for my work. I know very well that my companions have been to this place many times, and the movie has been shown many times, but I will still fulfill my mission.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the adults to come out, and when I told me what I was here for, they invited me in with a smile on their faces, and they brought me the tools to play the movie. This time I brought a box of candy, and I'll send it again when the movie is shown. Strive so that every child can feel the sweetness I bring.

As dusk fell, all the adults returned, my film work was ready, and in the middle of the tent area, the adults in the tent area helped to straighten out a clearing space. A huge screen was hung, and the player and stereo were tuned.

In this place where there is basically no nightlife, no matter where I go to show movies, it is very popular with the common people. I also love watching them laugh and see their excitement as the plot unfolds in the movie. Of course, I like the boundless longing in everyone's eyes when I play the territory promotional screen.

Every time the movie ended, everyone pestered me and asked me whether the promotional picture was real or fake, and the scene of being surrounded by people made me deeply feel that my work was a very meaningful thing.

Because I have not only successfully promoted the territory, but also brought hope to my fellow citizens. (To be continued......)