When I first stepped through your gates, Mana Barumsaa koo , I carried only a name, a uniform too large, and a heart full of small fears. You gave me no promises of gold, but you gave me chalk dust on fingers, the smell of rain on old books, and a teacher who saw in me what I had not yet seen in myself.
Fakkeenya: "Iddoo dhalootni itti bocamu, madda ifaa kan hin dhumne..." walaloo mana barumsaa koo extra quality
Extra quality kee, yoomillee hin dadhabdu, Hubannoo fi salphina wajjin ni deemti. Mana barumsaa koo, naaf aanaa jannata, Ati malee deemuuf bakka biraa hin qabu. When I first stepped through your gates, Mana