Hope is a strong crutch
She was born to nomadic peopl
e in the desert of Somalia, Africa. At the age of 12, she was innocently married by her father to a 60-year-old man for five camels. In front of this creepy old man with a bad smile: "Like my watch? You will be my fourth wife." Looking into those evil eyes, she chose to flee in the darkness on her wedding night and join her grandmother in Mogadishu. Running in the barren desert, her heart is full of helplessness and uneasy. Slowly the steps became heavier and heavier, and the upper and lower eyelids began to fight. Suddenly she saw a patch of red on the ground ahead of her. She staggered toward it, and in the faint light, she saw a rosy world, thirty to five clusters, beautiful and beautiful, and as bright as fire, with little trumpet-shaped flowers dancing before her eyes. The fire roused courage in her. She picked a flower, held it in her hand, licked her lips, and went on her way. On the third morning, she finally saw her grandmother. Her grandmother told her that the flower she was holding was called the Desert Rose and that it was the only flowering fern in the desert. Touch THE HEAD OF GRANDDAUGHTER, GRANDMOTHER A WORD: SUFFER A FEW BITTER MUST BE FOR ANOTHER THING, THE NAME OF THIS THING IS HOPE.