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Mohamed Hassan Saloh

It was about 18 years before in 1992 when we were in Somalia. We had a herd of cattle. Drought came and it swept out all the cattle. We were in a large family and father told us we are going to Kenya where we can get food and shelter. On the way when we were passing near to Kenya around the border we met a gunman and told us bring what you are carrying. My father told them we have nothing in hand please leave us. The Gunman reply to father and told him today is the last day of your life and he was killed. Our mother carried her up to the Dadob refugee camp after one of my brother died in the camp. Those days life was very harsh

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