Table of Contents My people- Writing page My People- Images page 2
Heritage- Writing page 3
Heritage- Images page 4
Here I am – Writing page 5
Here I am- Images page 6
What I do – Writing page 7
What I do – Images page 8
My Favorite- Writing page 9
My favorite- Images page 10
Changing- Writing page 11
Changing –Images page 12
Steps to change – Writing page 13
Steps to change – Images page 14
Tomorrow- Writing page 15
Tomorrow- Images page 16
My fav. Quote/poem- Writing page 17
My fav. Quote/poem images page 18
My own Poem- Writing page 19
My own poem- Images page 20
Friends and family Images
My people My people, well as you may know I have what you call a large family, very large family indeed. I have 9 siblings and both of my parents. My Mom and dad are both from Somalia born and raised. Moved to Kenya because there was a war going on in Somalia and there they had their first 5 children. Two of them had not survived. So it was just me and my Two older brother, (Khalid and Zaki age now: 19, 18). In late 1995 to early 1996 we moved here to the United States, then came along Baby number 4 (Najma age now: 14) . ( stay with me now thatâ€™s 4 kids.) After a little while came baby number 5 ( Nasteexo age now: 10) Two years later baby number 6(Nimo age now 8), Four years baby number 7 Yaxye(age now: 4) (after that it goes boom boom boom ) Nawal: age 3, Nafisa: age 2, and last but not least Halee, age: 5 months! So in the end my mother got what she wanted, a big family, and I got what I didnâ€™t deserve, A BIG HEADACHE!
Somali a Heritage
Somalia’s heritage today is in danger of becoming instinct, but that doesn’t mean we won’t forget it. I know that I did not grow up in my homeland, but that doesn’t mean that I am not connected to my heritage. Both of my parents are Somalian, born and raised. My mother has told me so many stories about what it was like to grow up there. Every morning my mother would cook out side with very atrocious material , but she liked the fact that she wasn’t the only one out there she would look to the left and find her best friend who lived next door doing the same, along with everyone else on the street. My mother has told me one thing, the Somali women are very strong and independent no matter where you live Somalia or LasVegas. I hope to gain that from her and teach my children the same.
Here I am Here I am, My name is Nadires Issa, 16 years old, 5”4 fair Skinned. Love Books, the old Cliché Love. I wish life wasn’t so difficult, try hard but half of the time never succeed, But I was told to never give up that’s what I strive for.
I am a very nice person…..to an extent..Honestly I think of myself as a very positive, I take a second before reacting, but never take any time before I say something. I wish to become more patient with things in the near future.
What I do
One things I love about My self is that I am never judgmental About music I love all types of music, Hip-pop,R&B,Punk Rock, Pop, Soul Somalian Music, I could keep going but the space I have on this paper is limited lol. TV Shows, I donâ€™t think that I Am very picky, I love shows like Pretty little liars, the lying games, everything that comes on ABC, Games shows, and reality shows. Movies I pretty much watch anything With amazing actors, if they suck I'm not going to like it.
Change I hope that I do change, not a lot of change but change, good change. I wish to be stronger as a person. Not only for myself but also for the people around me. I have a tendency to let things and people get to me. I am often lazy and incongruous. I can go on and on about the things that are wrong with me. Of course everyone has flaws, but I wish to get rid of as many as I can. When I thing change I get scared, change isnâ€™t something I like, not something we as a society likes. But it happens, it happens everyday in the lives of others. Sometimes change isnâ€™t so bad, and thatâ€™s what I strive for. The good change, the change that everyone needs.
Tomorrow Steps on how to get success: 1)Finish high school 2)get into your dream college 3)Become the successful business woman you plan to be
Questions, doubts, ambiguity, and dissent have somehow become very unmasculine. Authoritarian maniacs are premiers, czars, and presidents. Each one is more righteous than the next, each town they bomb, each human they kill is done for “humanitarian” purposes people don’t own the water in their own village and they certainly don’t own the diamonds and gold millions. are forced to make dinner out of garbage and dust while Russian businessmen and movie stars are buying 500-million-eruo villas on cote sud. Bees have stopped making honey. People are drilling in all the wrong places The U.S. Russia, Canada, Denmark, and Norway all claim the Arctic but none of them seem to care that the polar bears are drowning. They are fingerprinting, photographing our licenses and teeth. Big brother is now in our phones, our pods, our pc’s. not one of us feels even a little safer. New age mental health provides turn out to be former war tortures with beards. An the pope in a dress is showing of his ermine trim and cuffs is telling everyone that people kissing people they are the greatest evil. A woman running for u.s president believes in creationism but not global warming. Why is everyone so much more afraid of sex than SCUD missiles? An who decided god wasn’t into pleasure? And if the hetero nuclear family is great how come everyone is feeling t it or paying their life savings jut to sit in a room with a stranger and cry about it? the Iraq war cost nearly $ 3 trillion I can’t even count that high but I know that money could have…would have ended poverty in general which would have canceled terrorism. How come we have money to kill but no money to feed or heal? How come we have money to destroy
But no money for art and schools? The fundamentalists now have billion-dollar private armies The Taliban is back but never went away Women are burned, raped, bludgeoned, sold, starved, and buried alive, and still don’t know why they are the majority. Water is clearly nearly running out but even in the desert where there’s serious drought the golf courses are green and lush and the swimming pools are full of water for the twelve rich people who might decide to come
Special people adopt hand-picked babies in faraway lands. Their flights here cost more than the babies’ parents made this year. Why don’t they just give it to them? Slavery is back but never went away. Just ask anyone who’s been whipped how deep the legacy is. Six million dead in the Congo and they never made the news, and don’t tell me it doesn’t have to do with color and minerals. Why do so many women leaders looks like Margret Thatcher and act even meaner? Why doesn’t anyone remember anything? And how come rich bad people get paid lots of money to gives speeches and poor bad people are tortured in prisons? Is there anyone in charge,or is this whole thing spinning out until it explodes or dissolves? And if there is something we can do why aren’t we doing it what happened to fury? What happened to accuracy or accountability? What happened to not showing of your wealth? What happened to kindness? What happened to teenagers rebelling instead of buying and selling? What happened to teenagers kissing instead of blogging and dissing
What happened to teenagers marching and refusing instead of exploiting and using? I want to touch you in real time not find you on YouTube, I want to walk next to you in the mountains not friend you on Facebook. Give me one thing I can believe in that isn't a brand name. I am lonely , I'm scared, girls younger than me are giving blowjobs in homeroom and they donâ€™t even know its sex. They just want to be popular and get some respect. Most girls my age are taking pills or not getting out of bed or eating or starving or getting nose jobs or implants or getting cut or twittering away or covering themselves or desperate for a way to be awake without faking to be alive without freaking to be serious to be true to even think of loving someone when they know weâ€™re already doomed
You tell me how to be a girl in 2011 I say lets go for it if its all coming down I say lets speak it lets fight it lets right it there is nothing to hold on to if its already gone they left it to us its sucks but its true its you and me baby
Letter Dear Leadership Class Wow time has flown by so fast. The last time I have seen you guys was like…..20 years ago. Our class had a very remarkable variety of people each one of you were significant in your own kind of way. I remember absolutely everything that we learned in leadership. Leadership has changed my perspective of things, and I am very happy for the changes. I know that you guys are just dying to know what I have done with myself…….haha, well I am very proud of what I have accomplished over the last twenty years. My business has been amazing I remember how I started just me and myself selling clothing that I had made when I was only 19 years old. Now here I am one of the most famous fashion designers, entrepreneur, activist in all of the united states. I wish all of your live's have turn out to become what you all wished for. You all have taught me something different each and everyone of you, especially Mrs. Lyons. I wish you all the best and good luck.