In early 2000's, I embarked on a life-changing journey at Mohamed Mooge Primary School, a memory that remains dear to my heart. I vividly recall my first day, accompanied by my mother, Samda Ahmed Jama , and my aunt, Foosiya Hirsi Guiled. Before enrollment, I spent my days playing football with friends near our village, oblivious to the intricacies of formal education. To prepare me for what was to come, my mother had bought me a school uniform and some sweets. Prior to my enrollment, my understanding of school was limited to what I had heard from conversations with fellow students at the Madrasa, who mentioned being enrolled in 'uulo,' equivalent to gr...