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Sado's Story
Sado was eight years old when she fled from Somalia.
I came back from Sunday school and I remember seeing that our living room as well as our kitchen had collapsed. Then I saw tanks in front of our house and they began firing. It was terrible.
We ran as fast as we could, my mother holding my hand. There was also Feriyo, my friend, as well as her granny who was running behind us because she couldn't catch up with us. She was old. President Siad Barre's picture was everywhere. I used not to look at him, but while we were running I saw a huge picture of him and I was scared.
Feriyo fell down while we were still running and there was this deafening noise. I let go of my mother's hand and ran back to help Feriyo, but she wouldn't stand up. I shook her saying, "Feriyo, stand up." I begged her to stand but she wouldn't.
I have lots of friends here in my new school in London and they are all nice but I still remember Feriyo. She was so nice.