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The Contribution of Women to Peace and Reconciliation

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INTERVIEW WITH<br />

SHUKRIA DINI, NAIROBI<br />

I was born in 1969 <strong>and</strong> grew up in Mogadishu, the capital <strong>of</strong> Somalia. It<br />

used <strong>to</strong> be such a beautiful <strong>and</strong> peaceful city where I could visit my cous -<br />

ins, uncles, aunts, <strong>and</strong> gr<strong>and</strong>parents. I grew up with my extended family<br />

<strong>and</strong> felt fortunate <strong>to</strong> be surrounded by a large family. I lost my mother<br />

when I was four years old. My father was in prison, <strong>and</strong> so my gr<strong>and</strong>parents<br />

became my caregivers. My father, gr<strong>and</strong>parents <strong>and</strong> my other<br />

extended family were a strong sources <strong>of</strong> strength in my childhood. I<br />

was very fortunate <strong>to</strong> have the care <strong>and</strong> love <strong>of</strong> my extended family.<br />

My gr<strong>and</strong>mothers were great s<strong>to</strong>rytellers <strong>and</strong> they <strong>to</strong>ld me many inter -<br />

esting tales. Older generations tell s<strong>to</strong>ries <strong>to</strong> their young generations <strong>to</strong><br />

pass on wisdom <strong>and</strong> family values. <strong>The</strong> s<strong>to</strong>ries that my gr<strong>and</strong>mothers<br />

<strong>to</strong>ld me as a young girl are a precious treasure, <strong>and</strong> I will pass them on<br />

<strong>to</strong> my children one day.<br />

I attended primary <strong>and</strong> secondary schools in Mogadishu <strong>and</strong> had many<br />

friends. On my first day <strong>to</strong> school, it was my gr<strong>and</strong>father Dini who held<br />

my h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> accompanied me since my father was in prison. I cried my<br />

eyes out because I did not want him <strong>to</strong> leave me behind at the school.<br />

Even though I was <strong>to</strong>o young <strong>to</strong> underst<strong>and</strong> the importance <strong>of</strong> education,<br />

my gr<strong>and</strong>father <strong>to</strong>ld me about its importance. He unders<strong>to</strong>od the<br />

essence <strong>of</strong> education for a young girl like me. Today I feel indebted <strong>to</strong><br />

him <strong>and</strong> grateful that he instilled in me a love for education. My gr<strong>and</strong>father<br />

was a unique man indeed because, he <strong>to</strong>ok his gr<strong>and</strong>daughter <strong>to</strong><br />

her first day in school, which inspired <strong>and</strong> energized me <strong>to</strong> obtain higher<br />

education. Until his eighties, he was a nurse by pr<strong>of</strong>ession; nursing was<br />

<strong>and</strong> still is a male dominated pr<strong>of</strong>ession in Somalia. He worked in a big<br />

hospital in the city <strong>of</strong> Beledweyne, in Hiiraan region. He was <strong>and</strong> still is<br />

my hero <strong>and</strong> a great role model, although he passed on more than two<br />

decades ago, just before the start <strong>of</strong> the conflict. He was also a farmer<br />

<strong>and</strong> loved farming <strong>and</strong> nature. My gr<strong>and</strong>father was kind man <strong>and</strong> he<br />

loved helping people.<br />

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