Migrants and people marrying abroad. The request comes from Ethiopia, a country with close ties to Yemen, and it goes back over 35 years. A woman looking for her sister with, available, a telephone number and some pictures
‘My name is Mestawet Adane and I have a sister in Yemen.
She was born here in Bahir Dar, Ethiopia. We share the same father. Her mother was Yemeni and, around 1982-1983 they both returnt to Yemen with the Mother’s father who had a transport company in Gonder, Ethiopia.
They left because of the political hardships of the then Ethiopian Government.
My Sister was three years old in 1982.
She was called Merima Adane or, using her Ethiopian name, Mastewal Adane. This is my Sister and how I remember her:
I remember her mother was called Halima Ali Hassen Ali and I am sure that, once they reached Yemen, they were based in Sanaa. This is Halima’s picture.
I found my father’s diary where there are two numbers he used to call in Yemen to talk to my Sister’s mother: 6654760, 6653620.
I also have the pictures of her Mother’s Sisters. Who knows, maybe someone recognises them:
Does anyone have information on Merima and her Mother, Halima?
May Allah bless you.’
The appeal goes to the Ethiopian community in Yemen (presumably Sanaa) and to anyone who has memories of those years.
For Mestawet, here with her son, the time has come to fill the gap.
(Collected for the page of Living In Yemen On The Edge and the very same page may be contacted in case anyone has information or can relate to this story / is familiar with the names and people. Every small detail counts)
The diaspora and stories of ordinary people who find themselves with little or no roots. A father disappearing and a woman looking for her past. The time has come to help an English- Yemeni who is trying to sew the patches of her life, stretching from Sheffield area – England – to Aden, Southern Yemen
‘Mine is a long heartbreaking story. My mum left me when I was three months old. It was my father, Yemeni, who actually brought us up. When I was sixteen, my father said he was going to Yemen for a few months but he never returnt. My step mum was here, in England with us, until she died. I have a brother and a sister: they went the English way, I sticked to Islam instead.
I lost my youth and life feels very heavy. My mum was English, definitely not a good mum. We suffered a lot as children while my dad worked tirelessly in steel work. He was a hard worker and looked after us. We didn’t have much but we never suffered; it was as if he was balancing life for us.
When we were little, I remember him going to Yemen for holidays.
On those occasions, he would put us in children’s homes until his return. He always came back when we were little. I remember very few things. I know he had a lot of relatives here, but have lost contact. I have no pictures of him.
I can tell you I was born on January 16th 1965, my name is Gamela Zura Hashem (my middle name is after my father’s wife in Yemen), we used to live at 85 Shirland Lane, Attercliffe (Sheffield, England) and my father worked as a crane driver at Davy Roll.
My father’s name is Mohammed Hashem, at times they called him Al Aswad. The family of my father had hotels in Southern Yemen, in Aden.
I understand I have little information, but will you help me find my father or his family?’
(The request was originally collected for the page of Living In Yemen On The Edge and the appeal goes both to England – Sheffield area, and Aden, Southern Yemen.
Gamela has virtually nothing from her past to accompany her)