Guys. You know that page where I was making all of those edits on. Polyvore, it's been taken down. And yes it was the whole page and not only my account but gone. It's all gone. I have put up an Instagram account for my stories and fanfiction-related- stuff. And creatively enough "cough cough" It's called Linneagbfanfiction. Go follow it if you want.

I do understand that when Kazima left Somalia she was in Africa and wasn't speaking English. But I don't know any African/ Somalian languages. And I don't think many of you do neither. So I'm going to be writing in English. Also for conversation and everything. And then we'll all just pretend it's in some African language. Okay? Great!

Answers to reviews (Wow, this story gets a lot of weird, anonymous reviews.) When I've put this chapter up I'll go through the reviews and delete some- AGAIN!

Louise Govern: Yeah. I feel sorry for her too. All of these kids have such sad stories. And have gone through so much things no one should have had to- let alone a kid.

Dolly: Mistakes happen, he could have sneaked in some kind of meds, or saved some up they gave him. So at last he could take meds that wouldn't have been dangerous but be made dangerous in a high dose. Stuff like that. It's so long ago since I wrote Dolly's chapter I don't really know what I was thinking.

Guest: I don't know why he grabbed her hair like that. He just wanted her to come with her and do it as fast as possible without protests. And that is just the way Dennis is, regardless of how much it hurts when someone pulls your hair like that. Ouch!

Guest: I know you're not supposed to call when driving. But a lot of people do anyway and get safely to where they're going anyway. Also there's not much I can do about the knowledge since I can't drive because of my Epilepsy. And too, all of the children have sad stories. And that's just the way it has to be or they wouldn't have ended up in care. But Hayley sure is cute.

Guest: You seem to have stopped writing in the middle of a sentence. You have written you know everything about Jackie but not about the… I wonder what it was you were going to say more.

Guest: Oh yeah sure. Johnny is very right when he says you shouldn't go with strangers. But I wrote that piece to suit the Taylors' storylines. That they went with Keith anyway and ended up where they were. And that is a lot of sense for a child as young as Johnny was there.

Guest: Oh yeah, Harry's adorable. I love writing with young kids in it. Aw, well, little brothers are mostly cute when they're happy and you're not fighting haha. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

I vote for: Even though the notes are still there. I can't take the votes nowadays as that poll was made ages ago. And even though if it would have been going on now I don't count votes coming in reviews. You seemed to want to see a chapter for Lily and her sisters though. I put that up ages ago so I hope you like it.

Charlotte Patti: Poor Tee and Johnny indeed. So much of terrible things happened to them.

Lucylewis: I am not Carmen, neither am I one of the character in the series. And I am not a member of the cast. So I'm sorry I can't help you. I am just another fanfiction writer, writing for fun. But I agree with you that Carmen is good with fashion and makeup and everything with that. A lot better than me, that's for sure.

Guest/ Maya: Yeah, Johnny and Tee might have seemed just like the perfect foster kids wouldn't they? It's almost sad they're only characters and made up.

Guest: I made two chapters about Johnny and Tee. The second because after having written the first loads of new details about Keith and everything turned up in the series and I wanted to write one with the correct details. However, now when the Taylor's has left the series it's unlikely something new will come up and therefore I will not be making another chapter for them. I hope you like the chapters anyway.

And that is all of them. By the time others see this I will have taken down some of the comments. But hopefully the ones who wrote them will find their answers here.

Onto the chapter. Now it's time for Kazima.

Tumelo is portrayed by Omar Sy.

Kazima Tako

It was Monday.

Or maybe it was Tuesday, or Thursday, or Sunday.

Living in a refugee camp like eleven year old, Somalian Kazima one lost all sense of time. Lost count of how many days, weeks or months it had been since they arrived. Lost count of how many seconds, minutes or hours it had been since Kazima and her mum Lulu had to flee for their lives when Kazima's brother and father were taken away by a group of rebels.

Maybe it was Wednesday, Friday or Saturday.

Whatever day of the week it was. It was the worst day of Kazima's life.

The day Hakim and Amir had been taken away and Lulu and Kazima had run for their lives. At least Kazima and Lulu had had each other. And no matter how bad things got Lulu would always make sure to have a word of advice or whatever else her daughter would need for the moment.

Even if it would be so that Lulu gave something to Kazima that she would have needed herself.

Like only last night. When they only had one small cup of clean water and they were both thirsty after walking around the camp in case Hakim or Amir would be somewhere around to find.

Right now, sitting on the ground next to the worn out bed Lulu had more or less collapsed on when she started vomiting without being able to take a single breath in between the heaves after drinking that water.

Towards the evening and then through the night Kazima's had been sitting up, next to the bed holding her mother's hand. But as this day was turning into afternoon turning into another night Kazima couldn't have helped to notice Lulu hadn't moved at all for hours.

Maybe if she had been able to keep count on all the hours that had passed since Lulu's eyelids had fallen closed or made a sound she would have been able to figure it was already much too late to change anything.

"Mama."

Kazima had sure tried to catch Lulu's attention quite a few times during the day. In the morning she had reacted, then having to go on with about a million dry heaves after throwing up everything there was to throw up already last night.

Then through the day Lulu had stopped reacting when Kazima called out for her.

And this time, as she noticed Lulu wasn't moving at all anymore. Kazima couldn't help the fear roaring up inside of her while she got up on her knees and close enough to be able to shake Lulu's shoulder without having to let go of her hand.

"Mama? Wake up. Mama? Mama? MAMA?"

It didn't seem to matter how much Kazima shook her- Lulu didn't move or make any noise to show that she had heard. For every second Kazima could feel her heart beating harder and harder with fear.

Lulu couldn't be gone too. If so, Kazima would be left all alone. And she was only eleven years old. '

"MAMA?"

"I told her not to drink that water." One woman Kazima had never learnt the name off fizzled to another one right behind her and startled her in the moves of trying to wake Lulu up. "Clean water is rare. I had some. I gave to her but no she said. It was for the girl and for the girl only. Now look at this, that girl is what? Ten, eleven years old? Only one of hundreds of thousands in this place without having anyone in the whole world."

"I AM NOT ALONE." At last Kazima couldn't keep it in to the two women talking about her. "I have her. She is still here… Come on mama. Mama." Poor Kazima shook her mother's shoulder once again. "Wake up mama. Mama wake up. Wake up." With harder and wider moves for each time Kazima kept on shaking Lulu's shoulder. "Wake up, wake up, WAKE UP. WAKE UP MAMA."

"She won't wake up. You stupid girl."

One of the women Kazima had heard talking gripped Kazima in the arms and shook her so hard Kazima lost the grip of Lulu's hand.

"Well finally."

The reaction as she lost the grip didn't let wait for it. As if he'd only been waiting for Kazima to lose her grip a man came up from the other side of Lulu. And before Kazima knew how she should react he had wrapped Lulu in a big blanket he had found.

"What are you doing?"

"What should we do with this?"

Right before he wrapped her all in the blanket the man had pulled a ring of Lulu's fingers. He held it up towards Kazima but seemed ready to put it down his pocket. Maybe he would forever wish he had…

"That's mama's. Don't take it." Kazima grabbed it but as soon as the man and one more lifted Lulu up and carried her away she flew onto her feet and tried to push the man away. He only returned it and pushed Kazima away further so she stumbled back and fell hard onto the ground. Catching the attention of the two women that had been talking nearby.

"What are you doing?" Kazima quickly got onto her feet and tried to push away the man again. "What are you doing? Stop that. She's not well. She's ill, this is her bed. Stop it." She tried to push the man again but he easily shook her off and lifted Lulu, now wrapped in a blanket up and started carrying her away.

"NO."

The man and Lulu away got lost further and further into the crowd and no matter how hard Kazima tried to see and keep up with them she was losing sight. And with them disappeared the bundle of a blanket in wrapped in which laid what had been Kazima's mother.

"NO."

All of a sudden Kazima stumbled in the crowd, her foot got stuck in something and she fell to the hard ground with a bang. And with that all hope of ever seeing her mother again was out. And Kazima didn't move an inch more.

There were a hundred and twenty thousand people living in the same refugee camp as Kazima. And Kazima could both hear and feel them passing ad even stumbling on her where she laid. But it didn't matter. The sights of a child lying on the ground possibly dying was a way too common sight for people to care about it as they passed by Kazima and then got on with their lives.

Is this what your mother would have wanted for you?

The thought hit her all of a sudden like a ton of bricks. Out of nowhere it was there as Kazima realized that no. Lulu had, under no circumstances wanted her Kazima to just lay down to die at the moment she was all alone.

In her hand the ring her mum had been wearing every day since Kazima could remember was burning towards her skin. And more than ever Kazima knew that she was all alone there just had to be something she could do to continue.

And she just had to keep on trying.

"Excuse me."

Kazima barely managed to push herself up to half sit leaned against her elbows. But with everybody walking around her, she could have stood up- she just needed something to hold onto.

"Excuse me." She reached her hands up. "Excuse me. Can someone help me up?"

She didn't even see who it was. But someone came, grabbed her arms and lifted her up. Before Kazima knew what was happening or had let her arms fall back towards her side whoever it was had shoved a bottle into her hands and then gotten lost into the crowd again.

"HEY." Kazima shook the bottle- there was definitely something in it- something fluid. "HEY. YOU FORGOT THIS." She had noticed a blue and brown shirt and tried to run after the person. "YOU FORGOT THIS."

And then she suddenly noticed she had lost the person all along. He or she had just gotten lost in the crowd and wasn't anywhere to be seen. It was like they were an angel stepped out of empty air to then go up in smoke.

Trying to figure what was in it Kazima tried opening the bottle and smelling what was in it. it didn't smell anything in particular. She then tried to pour some, only a few drops out into her hand. It looked like clean water and fear filled up in Kazima.

Could she really try to drink some? She was so thirsty. But dirty water was after all what had killed her mum.

As if that would help her if the water was dirty Kazima carefully licked up the water drops on her hand. And even I it was ever so little it tasted clean. After everything it tasted like something heavenly and Kazima couldn't help but to take the bottle with both hands and put it to her mouth, drinking three big sips almost all at once.

It just tasted so good.

But what if the person who had lifted Kazima up suddenly came back wanting their bottle still full? What if they'd be very angry if they realized Kazima had been drinking from it? Even though it wasn't hers to drink from?

And what if, even though it looked and tasted clean it actually was filled with filth and dirt. Or someone had poisoned it on purpose and then given the bottle to Kazima to make her, not knowing any better than to drink it.

But what if it really was as clean as it looked like. What if that person was someone who wanted something well and couldn't figure another way to do it than to do it anonymously like they had. Could that person who had lifted her onto her feet and given her that bottle in fact had been a guardian angel of some kind?

Kazima wasn't so sure.

She had seen things that would break anyone's faith and trust in everything good in the world, or above. God, angels, happiness, happy endings, hope. A light at the end of the tunnel- if there was one it was probably a train anyway.

But there had been one person helping. And maybe that could be enough to send just a little bit of faith in humanity through Kazima. She was too only eleven years old too. Only a child after all.

Then stopping, holding tightly onto the bottle that was still half-full and then looking up to all the people around her. It wouldn't come as no surprise that each and every one of these people would want a half full bottle with clean water. So before anything else, and while deciding not to give in so easily. Kazima hid the bottle inside her shirt before she moved on and stopped the first person that as much as glanced towards her.

"Excuse me? Have you met my dad or my brother? Amir or Hakim Tako?"

With a hopeful look up towards a man who passed by Kazima's hope then faded as she saw him passing by. And for what felt like the millionth time she felt as if this was hopeless.

"But they just have to be out there somewhere." Kazima looked around for another, then another, then another. "Have you seen Amir Tako? Hakim Tako? Amir? Hakim? Tako?"

Kazima soon felt like she must soon have asked every single person in the camp if they had seen someone she knew anything about.

But wasn't this camp just huge? Soon she had lost her track and couldn't have gone back if she had tried. For all she knew she could be a million miles away from where she had last seen anything she knew.

And everybody she saw and asked only shook their heads and hurried away. Or answered her no. If she got too close they pushed her away- wherever she went nobody seemed to want anything to do with her. And there was no one to help her.

Kazima Tako, eleven years old. Was all alone in the whole wide world.

It might be for the best if she just laid down to die where she was.

And actually. That was what she did too.

Or it was what she would have done. If it wasn't for that she had, without knowing it gone back to where she was with Lulu. Or maybe she would have actually laid where she did to die if one of the women there hadn't recognized her.

"Listen to me young girl." The woman took Kazima by the arms, hard enough to lift her up and shook her. "I've seen you going around. But there are a hundred and twenty thousand people in this place. It doesn't matter how much you search for your brother or your father. You aren't going to find them. Not here, not now, not ever and not anywhere. Your mother is dead. She sacrificed herself for you to get clean water to drink. Now, do you think your mother would have wanted that for you if you spend your life crying and whining for something you will never find?"

"But…"

If there's life it's never too late.

And what if Kazima's brother and father was still alive? Just alive somewhere else than here?

"No buts. Don't you get it? There is no one left for you now. The only person that can help you is you. And you…" The woman looked up when she heard something Kazima didn't. "…You do your best. Okay? Get out of here if you get the chance. Make a life, but do not spend all your time searching for your father and your brother. Because that will turn out futile. Okay, do you understand everything I'm saying to you now?"

Kazima and the woman both spent a moment in silence. And two big tears rolled down Kazima's cheeks when she did go through everything the woman had told her.

Maybe there was no hope after all.

"I understand."

Someone Kazima couldn't hear shouted at the woman from a bit away. The woman nodded slightly at Kazima and patted her curly, dark hair slightly before she took a step away with two words for goodbye.

"God bless."

With that the woman turned and ran away, getting lost in the crowd within seconds.

Kazima didn't move.

Do not spend all your time searching for your father and your brother. Because that will turn out futile

The words of that still and forever unknown woman to Kazima played on reverse in her head. Over and over again. Then over and over again. But those few about what was lost was still the only thing she really heard.

As the woman was nowhere to be seen Kazima sunk down on the ground, to squatting, to her knees and then towards the side until she laid crouched towards the warm, dry ground. And for the third time around. She now laid flat against the ground, to everybody around her she might just as well have looked so dead. One of those men that came to fetch her mum could have come, wrapped her in a blanket and then taken her away.

"Do you want to get out of this place?"

Kazima shot up into sitting position when she heard someone talking to her. Some voice louder and clearer than any she had heard before. But looking around, people were talking all around her and not one of them loud and clear enough to have been talking to her.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

There it was again. It wasn't as loud again, and looking around Kazima finally spotted a man standing by the back of a truck. Holding a curtain mostly covering the back of it open and looking to Kazima.

"Didn't you hear me girl? Do you want to get out of here?"

"I heard you."

"If you got something to trade then I can get you out of here?"

Kazima's first answer would have been "no". But then she felt her mum's old ring in her pocket. But she couldn't give away Lulu's ring, could she?

It would for always be the only thing Kazima had left after her mother.

"Why are you looking like that?" The man, who now stood right next to her asked. "You have something, but you're hesitating? You don't know for sure whether you want to trade away something that's important to you to get out of here. But you want to get out of here, don't you. Gold, silver and diamonds won't help anyone if you're starving or thirsting to death. If you can give me something that will give me money then you can. Now make up your mind."

Kazima stuck her head down her pocket and pulled out the ring. The man took it and held it only a few millimeters from his eyes as if to decide if it was good enough to give her a ticket out of here or not.

"This is good… now make up your mind. Do you want your ring? Or do you want to get out of here?"

Do not spend all your time searching for your father and your brother. Because that will turn out futile

"I want to."

Before she had the time to change her mind Kazima ran the fastest she could as if it was a matter of life and death- maybe it really was. The man half threw, half pushed Kazima into the back of the truck before he let the curtain covering the back of the truck fall towards the side. Darkness fell over the room and Kazima felt the truck started moving while her eyes got used to the dark and she could see people around her. As many people as the back of this truck could possibly fit.

"Hey" A man right next to her, with a smile and kind- looking eyes looked to Kazima after what felt like hours, then stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled something up. "Hold your hand out." Kazima did as she was told and the man put something in hers without showing what it was. "Now close it. Then put it in your mouth. But don't let anyone see it."

Insecurely Kazima looked down on her hand, still closed. Then she looked up at the man again. He was smiling, unlike most of the people Kazima had seen for what felt like an eternity.

And for some reason he didn't stop.

"It's okay. It's only bread." He told Kazima about what she held in her hand. "I didn't poison it or anything. But I've only got a few bites and if people around us sees it then everybody's going to want it. Eat that and I'll give you some more."

Kazima didn't let wait for it. She shoved the bread into her mouth, then chewed and swallowed almost all at once while the man smiled at her and put his hand down his pocket again while she ate and tried to get a sip of water from her bottle without anyone seeing it.

"My name is Tumelo." The man said, stuck his hand down his pocket again and handed Kazima some more bread in the same way as before. "That's the last piece I have." He looked around slightly. "You eat it. You need it more than I…" Kazima pushed it all into her mouth at once. "What's your name?"

"Kazima." Kazima said with her mouth full of bread, Tumelo raised an eyebrow so she swallowed before she continued. "My name is Kazima."

"Kazima… Beautiful name… One who control anger. If I can remember it correctly." Kazima nodded, that's what her name meant. Her dad had told her. "I like names. My daughter…" Tumelo pulled a small photo out of his back pocket and reached it to Kazima. Kazima looked down to see a picture of Tumelo himself hugging a girl about her own age and smiling towards the camera. "…Adana. That means her father's daughter…" Kazima handed the small photo back to Tumelo who carefully kissed it with his lips. "And so she will always be." He put the photo back in his pocket. "No matter what. She will always be my daughter. My little girl…"

Something had changed in Tumelo's expression. He was still smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes and it wasn't in a happy way. Kazima would have liked to ask him. About who Adana was, where she was…

But of course. She wouldn't have had to ask to know that Tumelo's daughter Adana was dead.

Maybe she had starved, or been shot, or there had been a bomb. Or she had gotten ill, maybe drunk the same dirty water as Lulu had.

Maybe Tumelo felt just as lonely as Kazima did. Despite his ways of smiling forcedly. As if he wanted to do anything for no one, especially no one the age of his own little girl to feel as hopeless as he must while he kept talking about names.

"Do you know what Tumelo means?" Kazima shook her head. "It means- having faith."

"Having faith…"

Kazima whispered, repeated in barely more than a breath what Tumelo had said. While she looked around. All of these people together squeezed into a back of a truck, some of them hurt. Some of them crying. Coming from a place where life and death walked hand in hand. Children starved to death, adults got ill from drinking dirty water, old people- but not so old. Dying from diseases that could have been cured if they had only gotten the chance.

"Faith in what?"

Tumelo shrugged, but was still smiling. Kazima could never have guessed he had seen the same things as her if she hadn't known where they both came from she could never have guessed what.

That smile just seemed so unhurt and impossible to destroy. It still was when Tumelo tenderly stroke Kazima's cheek and stroke away the one tear that was rolling down her cheek.

"I really don't know. Faith in God, in love, in life. Faith in yourself. Faith in hope that there are times coming that are better than these."

BOOM!

There was a loud bang all of a sudden.

People started screaming all around, Kazima couldn't help but to crouch and press her eyes shut. While she put her hands over her ears. Ha! As if that would really shut those terrible, terrible noises out of her head.

BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Kazima was only vaguely aware that Tumelo had grabbed her. That he pulled her close to himself and held her tight, tight.

But the banging almost disappeared when she could hear a tiny, little whisper. Only words in a breath that might or might not have been for her to hear. Yet it sounded so clearly right over her ear while the bangs- closer than ever now. Yet seemed to fade into distance.

"I am not letting another child die under my watch."

BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM!

It might have been three seconds, three minutes, hours or days before Kazima even dared to let herself realize that while the truck around them was moving and had never stopped. Tumelo hadn't moved an inch.

And he certainly wasn't smiling anymore.

Random fact

The line "If there's life it's never too late." Is right away translated from a Swedish song called flickan och kråkan (The girl and the crow). "Finns det liv är det aldrig för sent" (If there's life it is never too late). I don't remember who did the song from the first. But some years ago there was a more modern cover by it by a guy called Timbuktu. And that one is a-maz-ing. It made a really big hit, it was playing on the radio for months. So you guys go check out "Flickan och kråkan Timbuktu" on Youtube. And then, if anyone wants to then put it in a review or send me a pm and I'll send you an English translation of the song lyrics.

(Ps. The accent the singer has with those R's and everything- he is from somewhere in the most Southern parts of Sweden)