Gloria AnzaldĂșa writes in her book, La Frontera, "I want the freedom to carve and chisel my own face."
When I was younger, I never really cared for Somalia, or being Somali. I was born and raised here and I never set a foot on my motherland so I never really had a connection with it. My parents would have taken my siblings and I there, but Somalia was, and is still, going through a tough time with the civil war and the aftermath. Even though my parents always told me to speak Somali at home, I never really listened, and instead spoke in English, but now that I am older, everything has changed. I have this strong yearning to one day visit Somalia, to speak Somali as well as I speak English, and to be a part of a country that is hurting and healing. As the years go by, I am carving Somalia into my being more and more.Â
If I could ever thank my parents for just one thing, I would thank them for raising my as a Muslim. One thing that my parents have always instilled in me, even more than Somali traditions, is Islam. Being a Muslim has molded me into the person I am today. I breathe Islam. I love it with every cell in my body, and it is something that I am so proud of being. I never really had a choice in being Somali, it's in my blood, but I do have a choice whether to be Muslim or not. I have proudly carved and chiseled Islam into my face, body, heart, and soul and will continue to do so until the day I die.Â
Being a woman, being an American, being a person of color, and many other things that I identify as are also other carvings on my being, and as the years continue, the intricacies of my different identities will be chiseled into me.Â