I like how my mom calls her friends nicknames that go na ibado, na cambaro... and for the really wiley ones, na dacawo.... there is a sweetness to it, as if she is calling them home saying, come, rest here in this place where you belong.
Strangely enough, when I went back home everyone called her dacawo, which is somali for a fox. she is sharp like one. she even has their eyes. I told her as a kid that I wanted her eyes. She asked me why, what was wrong with mine. I told her that I wanted eyes like hers, something sharp, something no one would mess around with. she asked me which was more powerful, a stream of water or a pile of rocks? I said rocks, cause you could throw them. she said even water is strong, but it takes time to feel its power. that there is beauty in something soft, strength in it too. alhamdulilah for my soft eyes, for it has drawn to me such beautiful people. each with their own type of eyes.
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