so u were implying other African countries. I wonder though are u interested in women from other African nationalities. or, do u mean somalis that reside in other african countries?? and either way, please tell me why you prefer them over somali girls back home ?? from what I heard they are obedient and good housewives (I am not saying that is a positive trait , cuz girls back home are too submissive. However, that is what most men look in their future wives). wa salaam

You just contradicted yourself, in the previous post u were like : "A man needs a wife and not a partner and only in Africa can a man find a woman who knows how to be a wife " and now u posted : There are better places than Somalia when it comes to shopping so make up yr mind ...

paragon and here I thought I should coerce u guys to take yr last option lol..bt looks like u are already all for it. so hey take yr next flight to somalia wa salaam

Hey guys dont give up, if u cant score with a sister down here. There is still few options left, like going back home. I am telling you, just go back home, and they gonna give u a girl half yr age and it is a honor lol. They will be like " ma adoo dabad ka yimid aa islaan ku siina ,xaga islaanto wa (20+) waxa lagu siinaya 17 ama 15 melaha " . That aint even half of the story u get to save all the weddding expenses. Ye all know down here we expect a huge weddings so u will have a wedding with less den a 1000 dollars lol. and all u gota do is send her 100 dollars each month not to mention how highly she will think of u ...so what ye all waiting for ?? time is ticking. I just thought I should help u guys out, so no hard feelings. wa salaam

Muniira lol yeh sis so am I. I guess I will just have to hire a chef. Looks like we got lota chefs down here, so any one wants to be hired

waan, zuu, zeree, fuur, fiife, zigiz, sivan, eigz, naayn, zen..! zank you. walahi it took me forever to realize what the hell u were talking abt ... :rolleyes:

For a min I was like man aint that woman lucky, where would u find a husband like dat, who would give u anything u ask for lol.. But, den I realized it wasnt even his cell phone....Oh Lord what has he done?...bt hey doesnt his wife know his voice wa salaamu alaikum

Jacalybaro lol something tells me you got no'in to offer. Otherwise, you would have looked for some one closer 2 yr age Jacalybaro I have a piece of advice, ask her out. ...it would be romantic ....an plz don't forget to tell us how everything works out ..

aad fadmi karto? dheh fahmi karto. Warya ya somali ku baray lol

As for those who believe and do good deeds, they shall have gardens beneath which rivers flow. That is the greatest success. Chapter 85 AL-BURUJ verse 11. cambarro insha-allah I will make du'a for all of us, no one is perfect, However we should strive to be better muslims. Inshalaah we will be those who shall have gardens beneath them. wa salaamu alaikum

Cambaro thanks for the site sis. Masha-allah I read this article in the site above, I couldnt stop the tears walahi , it was so moving.I hope you all take the time to read it....Jazakalah khyr Cambaro . She's My Sister In the Name of Allâh, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful by Muhammad Alshareef Her cheeks were worn and sunken, and her skin hugged her bones. That didn't stop her because you could never catch her not reciting Qur'an. She was always vigil in her personal prayer room that our father had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer, was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again; boredom was for other people. As for me, I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself to videos until the trips to the rental place became my trademark. It’s a saying that when something becomes habit, people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and my salah was characterized by laziness. One night, after a long three hours of watching, I turned the video off. The adhan rose softly in the quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket. Her voice called me from her prayer room. "Yes? Would you like anything Noorah?" I asked. With a sharp needle she popped my plans. "Don't sleep before you pray Fajr!" Agghh! “There's still an hour before Fajr. That was only the first adhan,” I said. With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was like that even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed. "Hanan, can you come sit beside me." I could never refuse any of her requests; you could touch the purity and sincerity in her. "Yes, Noorah?" "Please sit here." "Alright, I’m sitting. What's on your mind?" With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting: Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your earnings on the Day of Resurrection. She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, "Do you believe in death?" "Of course I do,” I replied. "Do you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?" "I do, but Allah is Forgiving and Merciful, and I’ve got a long life waiting for me." "Stop it Hanan! Are you not afraid of death and its abruptness? Take a look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die." The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. "I'm scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death. How am I supposed to go to sleep now? Noorah, I thought you promised you'd go with us on vacation during the summer break." Her voice broke and her heart quivered. "I might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. All of our lives are in Allah’s hands and we all belong to Him." My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks. I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness. The doctors had informed my father in private that there was not much hope Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn't told, so I wondered who hinted to her. Or was it that she could sense the truth? "What are you thinking about Hanan?" Her voice was sharp. "Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? I hope not. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. How long are you going to live Hanan? Perhaps twenty years? Maybe forty? Then what?" Through the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. "There's no difference between us; we're all going to leave this world to live in Paradise or agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allah: Anyone who is pushed away from the Fire and shown into Jannah will have triumphed. I left my sister's room dazed, her words ringing in my ears: “May Allah guide you Hanan - don't forget your prayer.” I heard pounding on my door at eight o'clock in the morning. I don't usually wake up at this time. There was crying and confusion. O Allah, what happened? Noorah’s condition became critical after Fajr; they took her to the hospital immediately. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'oon. There wasn't going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home. It felt like an eternity had gone by when it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital. "Yes. You can come and see her now." Dad's voice had changed, and mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately. Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so very long now? Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right? Everyone, just move out of our way! Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made du'a for her Noorah. We arrived at the hospital’s main entrance. One man was moaning, while another was involved in an accident. A third man’s eyes were iced. You couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive. Noorah was in intensive care. We skipped stairs to her floor. The nurse approached us. "Let me take you to her." As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet of a girl Noorah was. She somewhat reassured Mother that Noorah’s condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning. "Sorry. No more than one visitor at a time,” the nurse said. This was the intensive care unit. Past the flurry white robes, through the small window in the door, I caught my sister’s eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After about two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying. "You may enter and say salaam to her on the condition that you do not speak too long," they told me. "Two minutes should be enough." "How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?" We held hands; she squeezed harmlessly. "Even now, alhamdulillah, I'm doing fine." "Alhamdulillah...but...your hands are so cold." I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" "No, it is just that I remembered Allah's words.” Waltafatul saaqu bil saaq (One leg will be wrapped to the other leg [in the death shroud]). "Hanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the Hereafter very soon.It’s a long journey and I haven't prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase. " A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us two sisters to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister’s palm, which I held with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I've never cried like that before. At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. One after another, my cousins came in my room. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point – Noorah had died! I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn't remember what they said. O Allah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn't even cry anymore. Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time. I had kissed Noorah's head. I remember only one thing while seeing her spread on that bed – the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited: One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud). And I knew too well the truth of the next verse: The drive on that day will be to your Lord (Allah)! I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured the person that had shared my mother's stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister. I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with, who comforted my rainy days. I remembered who prayed for my guidance and who spent so many tears for many long nights telling me about death and accountability. May Allah save us all. Tonight is Noorah's first night that she shall spend in her tomb. O Allah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur'an and her prayer mat. And this was the spring, rose-colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married; the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband. I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost. I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I prayed to Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications. At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself what if it was I who had died. Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears began all over again. “Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…” The first adhan rose softly from the masjid. It sounded so beautiful this time. I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the mu’adhin’s call. I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr. Now, and in sha Allah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the morning I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning. We are all going on Noorah's journey. What have we prepared for it? We take life for granted, we go oh we are young and hey we got 20 years and what not ahead of us. But, everything is in Allah's hands, and no one knows how long they going to last. so Let's ponder on what we have prepared for the here after before it is too late. In this story Norah had said "...It’s a long journey and I haven't prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase." so let's ask ourselves did we prepare enough good deeds in our suitcases????. May Allah swt show us the right as right and grant us the ability to follow it. wa salaamu alaikum

I am not advocating haraam dear. Haada qaaylaadaa iiiga daa Do u honestly believe in all this nonesense. Like have sex in certain and boom u can have a daughter lol ..come on, common sense should tell u otherwise :rolleyes: ... wa salaamu alaikum

lol@ kusow

Biixi lol@ messing around

lol@ raaxo indeed. If u aint aware there is certain requirement some one has to meet, den they will be entitled to have two, three, or even four wives. But, everyone knows somalis just have one wife after another, and most of them don't even know whats going on in their wives nor their children's lives. Now that aint marriage. so u lot need to think twice. wa salaaamu alaikum

We are well aware that nowadays perhaps you can ask your doctor and somehow you can decide the sex of your child his eye color or whatever else. However, why are you playing God ????why would one want to determine the sex of their child? people are going astray, trying to control everything that surrounds them and what not , forgetting that there is God out there who is responsible for everything, and without his will nothing takes place. May Allah show us the right path. wa salaaaam p.s. be greatful for what you get, whether that new baby born is a son or daughter. Just make a du'a that he /she will be true muslims and successful in life.

Dabshid well said.

First of all what does a 14 years old kid know about love and how can u love some one you have never met, maybe after chating / talking on the phone with some one u can like them bt love?? I don't think Love comes that easily. Anyhow, this kid needs help no doubt to that, maybe he should start talking w/ his family members and counselors would do. wa salaamu alaikum

looooooooooool@ the goat has passed away last month. he must have exhausted the poor creature

Our mothers have done so much from us , I think it is certainly important to appreaciate all thier efforts. I took my mother out yesterday and we had a blast. In my opinion, everyone should start celeberating mother's day. There is nothing wrong with having that special day, where you be extra nice to your mother. As the following Hadith actually shows How important mothers are : A man came to the Prophet and said, ‘O Messenger of God! Who among the people is the most worthy of my good companionship? The Prophet said: Your mother. The man said, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man further asked, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man asked again, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your father. (Bukhari, Muslim). May Allah have mercy on our mothers, and reward them for all their achievements and hard work. some suggestions on what you can do for your mom: 10 Things You Can Do For Your Mom Often, moms do virtually all of the giving and very little, if any, of the taking from their families. They may not say it, but most of them want to be appreciated in small ways. You don't have to buy them a car or a house (you could do that too), but it's the small things that count with mom. Here are some ideas of how you can let mom know that all of her giving has and continues to be appreciated. 1. Give mom a vacation Don't think Hawaii. Think of a day away from the kitchen. Or the home. Give her a vacation from the home where for her, most of the seemingly endless housework is done daily. Or, if she doesn't want that, start doing your share around the house. Maybe you could start giving her one day of the week off, when she does no cooking or household chores. Remember, fathers and husbands work hard at the office, but they get a two-day weekend in most cases. Moms usually don't even get a full day off. And if they are also working outside, it's like two full time jobs. 2. Let's hear her life story: a mom's circle She may have read you bedtime stories when you were small, but now it's time for her to tell you a different story-about herself. Make a mom's circle at home in which you ask her to tell her life story. Mom's circle may actually turn into a project: one family member could write this up into a report, another could make a story book out of it and a third could video/audio record it. A mom's circle may become an ongoing family tradition. 3. Try beating mom's cooking While most moms ask their kids what they want to eat, turn the tables around and do the same for her. Is there special food your mom likes? Buy or prepare that food for her (if you are not the best of cooks, maybe it's safer to just buy it). 4. Is your mom in a nursing home If your mom is in a nursing home, why not plan to bring her home for a weekend visit to stay with you. Even better, why not make this a weekly, or twice a month set up, so you can spend more time with her and she can be around those who really love her more often? Of course the ultimate gift will be if you can liberate her from that nursing home so she can stay in her room in your own home. 5. Arrange a mammogram for her Every three minutes, a woman in America is diagnosed with breast cancer. That woman could be your mom. A woman's chances of developing breast cancer increases with age. The National Cancer Institute recommends women age 40 and over be screened with mammography every one to two years. It also advises that women at higher risk of breast cancer get medical advice before they are 40 about when to begin screening and about the frequency of their screening. Do this for your mom, so you can see her spend the rest of her life in good health, Insha Allah (if God wills). 6. Is your mom a bookworm? If so, buy a small cabinet and buy all of the books you can afford. Then take it to her home and set it up for her. 7. If your mom is a non-Muslim If your mom is a non-Muslim, try fasting for a day (Nafil or extra fasting), and keep thinking and praying for her. Ask Allah that He guides her and ask Him what you can do to help her understand her own Creator. 8. If your relationship has not been the best with your Mom If your relationship with your mom has not been the best, sit down in front of a year-long calendar or planner and mark down dates and things which you can plan to improve this relationship. Start off by making a formal first appointment. Then pick dates on which you can keep contact with her and build your relationship on a regular basis. 9. If mom is not alive If your mom is not alive, visit her relatives and friends and ask what you can do for them. Consider these two Hadiths (sayings of the Prophet Muhammad peace and blessings be upon him): 1. The Messenger of Allah said: When a person dies, his actions come to an end, except for three things: a continuing Sadaqa (charity), knowledge from which benefit is still being derived, and a righteous child who prays for her or him (translated meaning from Muslim). 2. Abu Usaid Saidi said: We were once sitting with Rasulullah when a man from the tribe of Salmah came and said to him: O Messenger of Allah! do my parents have rights over me even after they have died? And Rasulullah said: Yes. You must pray to Allah to bless them with His Forgiveness and Mercy, fulfill the promises they made to anyone, and respect their relations and their friends (Abu Dawud and Ibn Majah). 10. Pick up her feet and spread the word The Prophet Muhammad said: Your Heaven lies under the feet of your mother (Ahmad, Nasai). Ask your mom to lift her feet, so you can locate where Jannah is. Then tell others about your discovery by sharing what Islam has to say about moms and their importance in our lives. wa salaamu alaikum

If referendum was taken today based on who want to secede in Somaliland vs. those who don't, what do you think the outcome would be? people of SSC are not part somaliland and they don't want to join it, define somaliland for us first? You want people to respect the choice of your home region northwest to secede, and you refusing to respect the choice of people from SSC, stop the hypocrisy You can’t have it both ways What do you have against the people from SSC? You don't have to hate them because they don't want to join Somaliland

Robleh, If Somalia is divisible, definitely the irrelevant old British colony is as well divisible Keep talking about your unionist arguments but leave Somaliland alone. You should leave Somalia alone and respect its territorial integrity first Whether parts of Somaliland are happy or not should not concern you. We will deal with it peacefully Insha Allah. Well whether few parts of Somalia are happy or not shouldn’t concern you as well, because it will be solved peacefully. You should respect the right of self-determination of pro-union regions within former British colony, if people were to respect the secession project of Northwest region This kind of argument is as silly as the argument of the man who wanted to share his pair of shoes with another man. When the man refused, he said, "give me your shoes then." I know it is a terrible example, but so does the pro-union argument. This following argument is even more foolish and outrageous There was one man carrying weapons, he saw two men each one of them had his own laptop, he forced and ordered the two men to give up their 2 laptops, the 2 men surrendered, after 3 months the robber was found and jailed. Now the problem is one of the two men claiming that he should own both Laptops, because the robber was enjoying the 2 Laptops for 3 months and the 2 Laptops had one robber. This is a horrible and a worse example then former, and so does the pro-secession argument, it doesn’t make sense.

I wouldn't know why one would waste their time on running after some one who obviously have no respect nor Love them. bacda madow u tuur ayaan odhan laha, oo ha is wareerin. wa salaamu alaikum

Zafir, Oh my god, you’re saying that she so submissive that she would never take her anger on you. I am not so sure whether it is out of respect or simply she doesn’t have the guts. Either way from what I gathered from your words, anger and frustration was accumulating inside her, because once you asked her “to yell at them as if you were yelling at me”, you had the mattress the next day. Which means she yelled her head off lol. That should tell you before it is too late you better have a middle ground and understanding, otherwise this marriage won’t last. wa salaamu alaikum

I am not percisely sure where Zeilac is, bt have heard of it. Masha-allah this particular pic is breath taking. wa salaam