My visit to Somalia was one of the most profound journeys I’ve
ever taken. I traveled there with the purpose of photography
and documentation, aiming to capture the stories of a nation
that has endured years of famine and civil war. From the very
beginning, the trip was challenging—not just because of the
country’s hardships but because of the emotional weight
carried by its land and its people.
While wandering through one of the villages, a mosque under
construction caught my attention. It was simple, yet it reflected
a deep faith and a desire to create a space where people could
gather for prayer and peace. I noticed that the outer wall of the
mosque was completely bare. Something inside me urged me
to contribute in some small, meaningful way. I asked those
overseeing the mosque if I could write something on the wall,
and they welcomed the idea.
Using an old, broken ladder and some basic paint meant for the
mosque, I began to work. I inscribed on the outer wall in Arabic
calligraphy the verse:
For me, those words were a heartfelt prayer for this land that
has endured so many trials. As I stood on the ladder, painting, I
could feel the presence of children watching me with wide eyes
—curious, perhaps hopeful.
When I finished, I felt as though I had left a part of my heart
there. That wall wasn’t just a canvas for words; it became a
symbol of hope and a wish for peace and prosperity for the
Somali people. It was a simple act, but one that carried deep
meaning. Perhaps it won’t change much, but I hope those
words become part of a larger story—a story of peace and a
better future for this beautiful and resilient country.
