Today is the day that I am returning to my country of origin after spending 18 years abroad. I am at Schiphol airport in the departure lounge with my husband and three children.
On the one hand I'm excited and on the other hand I'm worried. I'm excited because I am going to see my home country after a long time abroad. But I'm worried because I'm leaving my kids and husband behind and I don't know what might happen to me given that I am going to a conflict area.
I can also see the fear in the eyes of my kids. All they know about Somalia is famine and insecurity. I gave them a hug and went to the departure gate. My youngest son said to me: "Have fun mum," and that was a relief for to me.