Ibrahim Mahamoud

Ibrahim Mahamoud spends his days as the lone guardian of a coastal park, nestled in a small, half-forgotten port on the Gulf of Aden. He meticulously balances the delicate ecosystem between fishermen's needs and the protection of nesting areas for turtles and shorebirds. Nighttime for him is a symphony of anxiety, punctuated by the steady replay of his father's voice on a worn cassette tape, and haunted by the idling car engines signaling impending trouble.