What happened to me in Somalia doesn't define me.

Women in Somalia face almost unimaginable oppression.

When I leave Somalia I will leave buildings but not people.

We women in Somalia are trying to be leaders in our community.

Kelly, there are people in Somalia who would die for a banana.

Somalia is very dangerous, and no one knows that better than I.

The criteria, for me, is movie star. It's Hollywood. Not Somalia.

To some extent, Rwanda became a victim of the Somalia experience.

Somalia is facing many problems, I don't even know where to start.

Somalia is an important story in the world, and it needed to be told.

I want people to know there is more to Somalia than looting and piracy.

I left Somalia when I was seven years old, but I witnessed a whole year in a war.

A little goes a long way in Somalia: $5 will feed a person there for about two weeks.

For the security of the UK, it matters a lot for Somalia to become a more stable place.

The long-term solution in preventing another famine in Somalia is to promote self-reliance.

I don't recognize my people anymore. I feel Somalia is lost. There is no Somalia. It is just a name.

All we hear about Africa in the West is Darfur, Zimbabwe, Congo, Somalia, as if that is all there is.

The people of Somalia just do not have a voice. They are to me the most forgotten people in the world.

Whatever happens in Mogadishu, in Somalia, will happen in Great Britain. We have interlocking interests.

I don't have much in me left for Somalia, because the country is so broken, it's not realistic to daydream about it.

It was a slow understanding that the lack of education in a country like Somalia creates these huge social problems.

I have big hope for the Canadian government to help Somalia with something concrete and tangible. I haven't seen that.

I am grateful to my father for sending me to school, and that we moved from Somalia to Kenya, where I learned English.

Along the borders to Ethiopia and Somalia, anarchy reigns, the police and military have retreated quite some distance.

The U.S., often in secret, carries out counterterrorism missions all the time, with drones in places like Yemen and Somalia.

My stepmom's from Somalia, my baby sister is African American, my dad was always English, I'm a white man... You may have noticed.

You know what? I knew that my God was bigger than his [about Muslims in Somalia]. I knew that my God was a real God and his was an idol.

There might be children in Somalia or the Arctic who have never heard of 'Hamlet' or the 'Great Gatsby.' But you can bet they know 'Tarzan.'

African history is filled with experiences of people shooting their way to power and then splintering into factions, like in Somalia and Liberia.

Somaliland and Somalia at large have been receiving now hundreds of thousands of returnees that they had to accommodate with very small resources.

I grew up in Somalia, in Saudi Arabia, in Ethiopia, and in Kenya. I came to Europe in 1992, when I was 22, and became a member of Parliament in Holland.

I want to go see Somalia because I've never been there, and I feel like I'm missing out. I want to learn that heritage; I want to learn about my culture.

An oversupply of national sentiment is not the problem in Somalia. The problem is a lack of it. The problem is an oversupply of sub-sub-clannish attitude.

Life in Somalia before the civil war was beautiful. When the war happened, I was 8 years old and at that stage of understanding the world in a different way.

I think the biggest challenge for Somalia has been the sense that it is a hopeless case of incomprehensible internal conflicts and there is nothing we can do.

I had friends from Somalia and Eritrea and all these different counties, and I was getting to learn about people that I would have never known anything about.

My mother was an activist; so was my father. They came from a generation of young Somalis who were actively involved in getting independence for Somalia in 1960.

Accompanied by an Australian photographer named Nigel Brennan, I'd gone to Somalia to work as a freelance journalist, on a trip that was meant to last only ten days.

Our assistance in Somalia has been remarkably effective and successful, and we have helped with very small resources - a large group of people and we can now do even more.

I'd love to work with children. I've set up the charity, and that's going well. We've got a lot of projects we're doing in Somalia, so I'd like to see how we're doing there.

The same men who are placing all these outrageous restrictions on women's freedoms in southern Somalia - that type of mentality - that's what I had to deal with in captivity.

British intervention in Iraq and Afghanistan swelled the grievances home-grown fanatics fed off, while al Qaeda morphed and re-grouped in lawless sanctuaries from Somalia to Yemen.

A drone is a high-tech version of an old army and a musket. It ought to be used in Somalia to hunt bad guys, but not in America. I don't want to see it hovering over anybody's home.

Going into Somalia, I didn't anticipate how many people's lives would be affected by it. In hindsight, I certainly wish I had taken more time to think about that, but I can't change it.

The change began in Somalia, where we discovered that we were involved in an operation where there was no peace, so there was no more a peacekeeping operation because there was no peace.

I was born in Somalia, which is in East Africa. My parents started with nothing: poor, poor, poor. They eloped, which was unheard of in my country, when my father was 17 and my mother was 14.

My first assignment was 12 weeks in Afghanistan. After that, I covered the Indian election for two months. Then I got a phone call saying, 'Hey, we want you in Brazil,' and the same happened for Somalia.

The experience of Somalia shows that famine in the late 20th century is not a consequence of a shortage of food. On the contrary, famines are spurred on as result of a global oversupply of grain staples.

The really disturbing thing about Somalia is that in a country where there are few economic opportunities, pirates are perceived as glamorous and are held in awe by young boys who aspire to their lifestyle.

On November 28, 2016, Abdul Razak Ali Artan, an 18-year-old legal resident of the United States whose family was originally from Somalia, used a car to mow down a group of people at the Ohio State University.

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