Red Alert Somalia

ps: This chapter, perhaps to many people, looks very tasteless.Therefore, Huanhua needs a vaccination. This chapter is similar to the previous chapter "Confessions of a Somali Soldier", but the content is completely different.Friends who don't like this style can skip it.

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My name is Amosa and I am an out-and-out Somali. I used to think that I was nothing extraordinary, but in the land of the gods, I found my value.

It is a magical land, with things that every Somalis cares for.

The reason that the land is said to be the land of gods, is not a special propaganda, but a name from our heart.A magical land and a magical leader can bring us miracles.

Once struggling to survive, I know more about how fortunate life is now. People who have not experienced this kind of fortune can never feel it.From the time I started to remember things, I knew what environment I was in.It was a refugee camp, a refugee camp that relied on international assistance. The refugee camp was very large, but my "home" was very small at that time.

I have five brothers and sisters. I’m the youngest. My mother told me that in the year I made my noise, the country was gone, our lives were gone, and turmoil and robbery started everywhere. Massacres are everywhere.I still remember the crying red eyes when my mother was telling me this.I only found out later.Mother's family, that is, my grandpa, grandmother, uncle, aunt and others.All died under the slaughter of warlords, just for the food.There are hundreds of people in the whole village, not one is left.In the next few decades, I have seen such massacres with my own eyes many times, many times.They will kill all the old and weak women and men in the village, leaving only those children, and then take the children and food, and these children will be their future soldiers.

In the refugee camp.Our lives didn't end at all, when I was young, I just remembered that my father went out early and returned late every day, and only brought a little food.However, up to now, I don't even know what my father looks like, because he went out very early and never came back.I remember it very clearly.The next day someone brought a lot of photos to his mother, and when the person left, the mother started to cry.Sisters and brothers, all of them kept their mother tightly.They all cried loudly. At that time, I didn't even know what happened, so I shed tears.Until a few days later.I just knew that my father was dead.At the relief point, someone came to grab food.Everyone was killed, and my father was among them.

At that time, after listening to it, I was only sad for a day or two. It was not that I didn't miss my father, but that there were too many things to be sad.Because every day, I was the only one who stayed at home. My mother and my brothers and sisters went out looking for food. Because I still didn't understand anything, they kept me at home.At that time, I could eat every day and my body was slowly growing up.However, the bodies of mothers, brothers and sisters are getting thinner and thinner.

When I was six years old, I made many friends in the refugee camp. They were all left in the refugee camp just like me. We played together during the day and waited for our family to return.However, there are fewer and fewer people playing with me, and there will be an extra small bag outside the refugee camp.

When I was seven years old, there were only two or three children who played with me, and the others gradually disappeared.And those soil packs are increasing.

And this year, my destiny has undergone tremendous changes, because since that day, my mother has not gone out anymore and can only lie in bed feebly.At that time, I already understood a lot.Seeing my mother's already dull body, except for the growing belly, the whole person was shriveled, and I didn't have the strength to speak. I never saw the previous look with my two eyes.

In those days, I sat next to the present every day, holding my mother's hand, my brothers and sisters also left early in the morning.In the whole family, I was alone with my mother.I remember it very clearly. At that time, I could clearly hear the current gasp, which became deeper and deeper and thicker.That night, after the brothers and sisters came back, the mother had no breath.And I, still holding my mother's stiff hands, sat quietly by the bed.When my sister’s tears fell, I cried. The next day, a few of our brothers and sisters wrapped up their mother and carried them outside the refugee camp. There was another bag of soil inside, which was mine. Mother is resting in peace.

From then on, I went out with my brothers and sisters, until then I didn’t know what they were doing.In the refugee camp, there is a place where you can find food.I also hung up a sign that day to help others work, and I can get a small piece of food in one day. Some are brown bread, and some are already rotten.Our five siblings have been listed there ever since.The work done is also varied, everything.

From that time, I gradually understood how difficult it is to live in this world.Sometimes, I will be hungry for several days without even drinking water.And as long as you come to work, you have to finish the work before you can get food.From then on, like my sisters and brothers, I never smiled again.

At the beginning, because I was too young, I could only follow my brothers and sisters, and I would help them whatever they did.And they will give me the food.I spent five years in this life, but my body hasn't grown much.

During these five years, my older brothers and sisters left me one by one. When I was thirteen years old, my older brother who was two years older also left.I was alone carrying him that day and buried him next to my mother.

I didn't cry. I didn't cry every time my brothers and sisters left, because I knew it was completely useless to cry.Even if I cry too loudly, they can't hear it.And all I can do is pray for them and hope they are in heaven.Being able to be with father and mother, don't endure such pain again.

I was no longer a kid at that time.I also know exactly how my relatives left me.Hunger, disease.Exhaustion, these three factors have caused too many people to die.I don't want to die, because I want to see the world and why it makes us live so hard.

In order to survive, I will work harder for the next five years. I will still go out to find things to do every day, and I will return to the deserted house at night until I am eighteen.Everything has changed.The refugee camp was expelled.All of us can only leave the refugee camp.

At that time, I heard people say that in the north, caring people are taking in refugees, and as many people as they go. Because there is no goal to go, everyone will go north. If the news is false, you can also go to Bosasso to find survival. Opportunity.

However, at that time there was a word of north.But it was sent to the arms of death for many people.The general thinness is a common problem for everyone in the refugee camps.We have tens of thousands of people together, but the number has been declining along the way.Everything is for survival. The ** is dominating us.Along the way, we ate everything we could eat.But there are still people starving to death.

When the crowd passed, all the green disappeared completely.It's been a long, long time.Because I was so hungry that I had forgotten the time, and my vision and eyes began to blur.Along the way.I saw so many women, just like my mother back then.I know.If it weren't for them to get timely treatment, they would not be far from death.But I can't help, because I have also seen death, the four are weak, and there is no strength at all.

When we finally passed through the Sulud Mountains, everything in front of us almost made us desperate. It was still an endless desert, without any vitality.At that time, I really fell. I haven't eaten any food for three or four days in a row. If I hadn't kept asking myself not to fall down, I must go on, I am afraid I would not be where I am now.

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

After a long trek, I can no longer rely on my feet to walk, I can only kneel down, prop up with my hands, and move forward slowly.The sound of a car suddenly reached my ears. I remember it very clearly, as well as the accompanying shouting: "Don’t be discouraged. There is a rescue station when you walk forward. Everyone can receive clothes, sufficient food, and tents. You can also receive free medical examinations..."

I couldn't hear it clearly anymore. When the other party called out that he didn't want money, I cried.Not only me, everyone cried, because we really have no money.We were very scared along the way. What can we do if we still ask for money when we reach the rumored place!

At that time, I could deeply feel the changes in the crowd, because everyone's pace was accelerating, and they walked past me one by one.I also want to speed up, but I can't climb anymore.Gradually, I really didn't have the energy, so I could only stop by the roadside.However, I didn't get down, I still stayed on the ground, looking into the distance of hope.At that time, I hated myself, and the endless survival in my heart did not bring me any strength.I tried very hard to move myself, but in the end it was all in vain.

Just when I was gradually losing consciousness, in a trance, a soft car sound came from a distance, making me sober.In the confusion, I could feel the car parked not far in front of me.Suddenly because of curiosity, my consciousness gradually recovered.

Looking at it before, one by one clear figures came into my eyes.First, soldiers in khaki camouflage uniforms from all over the world guarded the car.It was also the first time I saw what a soldier was, and I was particularly impressed, especially their khaki camouflage uniforms and their helmets and military boots that looked very good. The most important thing was that these people looked like Negro.The reason why I thought it was good at the time was mainly because it was the most energetic soldier I saw, giving people a particularly focused and serious feeling.What impressed me the most was that the rifle in their hands was something 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 was not afraid at the time because these soldiers looked different from the robbers with guns. I also knew very well that with their equipment, they were worth more than the entire refugee camp.What made me most relieved at the time was the look in the eyes of the soldiers. Amidst the solemnity and coldness, I saw pity.

I have never been in the eyes of any soldier.Seeing such a look.Although they are very strange to each other, they give me a deep and inviolable feeling.That is kindness.This feeling is very strange, I didn't think so much at the time.Anyway, after seeing these soldiers, my heart is very calm.The fear of death also disappeared inexplicably.

However, the next scene completely shocked me.A Chinese came out of the car.It was a very young Chinese, and the soldiers were respectful to this Chinese, and did not do it deliberately.It's a kind of respect from the heart.

Chinese, this is a very good ethnic group. I have seen many in refugee camps, and I have also seen many Chinese bring food to refugee camps. I have also received medical examinations by Chinese.However, under such a scene, once again seeing Chinese appear in my eyes, the feeling is really extraordinary.

Especially when his eyes were staring at me for more than ten seconds, I could clearly feel the unbearable expression in the other's eyes.I can not hold it in.Keep looking at the other person's eyes, when the unbearable in his eyes gets thicker.The Chinese pointed at me and seemed to be saying something to the soldiers next to him, but.I didn't understand it at the time.

In the back, there was a conversation, only to hear the soldiers come to ask the refugees some small questions.At that time, I focused my attention on the Chinese, and didn't pay attention to it.At last.I saw him say a few more words to these soldiers, then got in the car and left.

but.The soldiers stayed, and there were two cars.And then, I understood what he was talking about just now.

A soldier walked towards me and asked me: "Can you still hear me?"

I can hear it naturally, but I have no strength to speak, so I can only nod gently.

"It's great, you can save it if you hear it."

There was a lot of joy from the soldier's face, and I had an urge to cry.The soldier didn't dislike the smell on my body, and gently picked me up.At that time, I also knew what I was like. There was only a skeleton and a piece of skin all over my body.

The soldier took me to the rear compartment, took out a bag of glucose, and wanted to feed it to me, but it was difficult for me to swallow it.Later, they directly gave me some drips.A soldier with a red cross mark came over, checked my physical condition, and then said to me: "As long as we come five minutes late, no one can save you. Cherish your future life and don’t let us. It becomes meaningless to give."

Up to now, I can still remember what the soldier looked like and what he said.Because this has become the motto of my life.

After that, I entered a very grand hospital for recuperation, and there were many refugees who were just like me who were returned from death.We receive treatment together, receive physical function recovery training, and a daily nutritious meal, so that our body can recover quickly.

In my life back then, how many times I was awakened in a dream, fearing that this was just another dream.There are many good dreams. I dreamed of my family. They protected me in heaven and made me live more bravely and strong.

In the hospital, we heard a lot and saw a lot.We began to understand that we are still in Somalia, here is a big city under construction, this hospital is actually a military hospital.It was the Chinese who saved us, because everything here belongs to that Chinese.And outside the city, hundreds of thousands of refugees have been taken in. They don't need money for food and accommodation, and everything is given for free.

I don't know how long I have been recuperating. When I felt my flesh began to grow and my strength gradually increased, and I was able to run fast and live a normal life, many of us left the hospital at the same time.However, we did not leave here, but all asked to stay, hoping to repay the Chinese with everything we have.

And the opportunity came, we got that opportunity.Many of us were selected, entered a training class, and received a real education.Each of us is very serious, every day except sleep is to study.Not because learning is something we desire but cannot get, but we want to use our best efforts to return here.

Each of us can have our own ID card and our own house for the legal citizens here.We have also worked harder in our studies. After more than two years, our efforts have finally paid off.After announcing that we were qualified to graduate, each of us was very excited.

organization.Give us a whole month of vacation.But I didn't waste it, except for the first three days to take a good look at the city under construction.The rest of the time, I am still studying.Over the past two years, my biggest gain is that I have learned Chinese. Although I can only communicate simply, I am already very satisfied.

My greatest hope is to meet our leader Li Lan in person and say to him in Chinese: "Thank you!"

But he can't be seen by anyone who wants to see him. In order to be able to see him, I worked harder.After the organization began to assign tasks.I did everything very well.I have been commended many times, and I have seen Mr. Muhammad many times, but unfortunately, I have never seen our leader again.

Recently, our organization has been very busy, and I am also running around in Somalia.Today, my destination is Mogadishu.My current identity is a film projectionist, a profession that has become popular in Somalia recently.

However, I am not here to organize a movie.Instead, they broadcast movies exclusively in slums or refugee camps.I have been in this job for almost a year, and I move around in various cities every day.

Today is my first time in Mogadishu.The capital of Somalia.Some are accustomed to the face of Bagua City, but I really can't take any interest in the urban environment of other places.And my core job.It is to publicize the appearance of the territory.

The old pickup truck stopped in front of a tent area, and I just got off.He asked for a pungent rot.I did not feel pungent or disgusted, because I have lived in such a place for almost eighteen years.I'm already familiar with this taste.

but.It is also clear to me that the large tent area in front of me is not a slum or refugee camp, but a place where ordinary residents of Mogadishu live.People living here have a little income and a job that can fill their stomachs.

In the open space in front of the tent area, dozens of children surrounded me curiously when they saw my arrival.Looking at these thin children, I took out a large bag of candies from the trunk with a smile on my face, and gave them a little bit.

"Go and call out all your companions, everyone can get a candy."

Candy, this is something I must bring every time I go out. Every time I see the smile of a child picking up candy from my hand, I always feel very satisfied in my heart.

More and more children were surrounding me. I did not refuse. I took out candy from the bag and put them in the small hands that stretched high.

This kind of behavior not only makes me feel satisfied, but also very helpful to my work.I know very well that my companions have been here many times and movies have been shown many times. However, I will still fulfill my mission well.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the adults to come out. When I said my intentions, they invited me in with a smile on their faces, and they brought me the tools for playing movies.This time I specially brought a box of candies, and I will post it again when the movie is on.Fight so that every child can feel the sweetness I bring.

As the dusk fell, all the adults came back, and my film work was finished. In the middle of the tent area, the adults in the tent area helped straighten out an open space.A huge screen was hung up, and the players and speakers were all adjusted.

In this place where there is basically no nightlife, no matter where I go to show movies, it is very popular with civilians.I also like to see their smiles and their excitement when the plot unfolds.Of course, I prefer the boundless longing in everyone's eyes when I play the territorial propaganda screen.

Every time the movie is over, everyone haunts me and asks me whether the promotional images are true or false. The scene of being closely surrounded by others makes me feel deeply that my work is very meaningful. One thing.

Because I not only successfully promoted the territory, but also brought hope to my compatriots.