Still surviving.

I was born in the land of where people call the capital city such holy city but I know nothing more than the capital city not even where in the capital city was I born.

But I was raised in the land of no books to read/write, no pens to write only large carved wooden boards which were taller than me and charcoal inks where you carry the board all day with you while you herd the animals.
In the land of where the history is carried in your mother's tongue.
In the land where nobody know their birth dates.
In the land where every big  tribes see themselves as superior who deserve more than the rest and this is why the land had decades of war.

In the land where most of the populations are inbred, meaning cousins marrying cousins and reproducing their own nephews/nieces as their son/daughters.

In the land where forcing your daughter out of her will  to marry the man you wish her to marry.
In the land where you cut off your daughter's clitoris for the honor of your family and to get a good bride price.
In the land where parents don't remember their children's  birth dates.

In the land where everyone remembers things that happened but not the year or date  it happened.

In the land where those children who were born out of wedlock are branded as BASTARDS forever  and unwanted.
In the land where the whole locals run like wildebeest stampede whenever there are fighters in the neighborhood, circle  shout FIGHT as if they're standing next to a boxing ring they just want to see who hits the ground first, or until someone has the courage to tell the shouting crowd to calm down it's not professional boxers it's just two  wrestling ladies.

In the land where rape is the woman's fault (She shouldn't have opened her legs) and the woman marries her rapist even if there were multiple she marry the last one  rapist for the honor of her family, it's type of  forced marriage

In the land where domestic abuse is normal kind of traditional.
In the land where males in the households are fed first before the women and children, and when they unexpectedly bring guests women and children  give up their food for the guests and eat leftovers or starve.
In the land where disabled people are nicknamed based on their type of disabilities such  and such deaf, blind, paralyzed etc.

In the land where the children throw stones and call you names if you're disabled and parents teach them nothing.
In the land where you call no cops but family.
In the land where the family becomes the marriage counselors if a wife and husband fight.
In the land where  females are half men.
In the land where you wear tent length burqas in all the seasons no matter how hot or cold the weather is.
In the land where the dead is not talked  unless it's prayers or good things they did while they were alive.


Now I'm here.

In the land of free.