That was beautiful sister, masha-allah. May Allah reward you for your good deeds, and May He make us among those who are rightly guied, amiin.

BOB, nice story there bro But i can't believe our sisters are putting down our brothers like that.....shame on u girls And look at this brothers...what kinda plan is it when you're gonna take a revenge from ur own sisters...two wrongs doesn't make it right... Please continue bob

quote: posted by Qac Qac __________________________________________________ here is my definitions. 1. take her out for food, when u could eat at home 2. lid the candles, when u have normal light working for u, at home. 3. put some expensive shampoo on the bath tap, when only a water could do. 4. speak english with her, when somali could do. 5. look good together outside when walking together, but fight most of the night at home. my top 5 definitions of romance. enlighten me if u have more. __________________________________________________ I don't know... but is it just me or is Qac Qac being sarcastic with us...

Wow masha-allah this is a very creative, funny story. Please continue bro, and welcome back, once again.

What Prayer means to me Five times a day I retreat from life, pause and renew my intention for living. It's not just kids and work, fun and problems. There's more, much more ..... Lying just beneath the surface of our everyday thoughts. If we dare to peer within, we'll find it, the home of peace; of truth ; an acute awareness of what is wrong and right, of what is worthwhile and what is wasted. I stand still and concentrate on the spot on the carpet where my forehead will soon rest, casting aside all worries, fears and hopes, and focusing on the only One Who can help, Who can forgive, Who is Well-Aware of everything. Quietly, so only myself can hear, I recite the verses of Qu'ran that remind us, in every prayer, of the One Who showers Mercy of those who deserve it and those who don't. The One to whom, all Judgment lies and Whom we are all to return to, at an appointed time. I remember that no one can help me, no one can waylay my fears, no one can turn the tide of events, except the One to Whom all help is sought. When anger strikes my heart, I recite the verses that remind us of mercy, tolerance and forgiveness; raising the consciousness to see through the empty words that people speak, to the meaning that may have been intended. So I forgive. When worries cloud my mind and I'm busy planning what I should do, I recite those verses telling of good deeds and trust in the Lord of all. The best of planners, the Subduer of evil and the Exalter of Whom He pleases. So , I try my best, ask for help and leave the rest to Allah s.w.t. When I feel sad and lost, I recite the verses promising victory to those who strive to uphold piety, that place of rest and peace that lies not so far ahead and the Source of all Peace Whose help is always near. So, I wipe away my tears and keep on trying, never giving up. My prayer, is a way of life. It comes five times a day but the rest of the time is in preparation for the next, awareness of the passing time, remembering my duty to my Creator and my responsibility to my own soul. So whatever I'm doing, I stop and put it aside, wash and stand in prayer, trying to look within, at the faults that follow me around in my life, of the evil my hands have sent forth, and seek guidance, forgiveness and escape from the evil consequences of what I may have done. I think of the marvels of the universe, how infinately beautiful and amazing as they are. The wonders of my own self, the physical human body and the wonders it contains. The depth and breadth of the mind, that few of us can compass and then I look to the trivial pleasures of life, the transient nature of our existence and I feel an urge to do more, to try harder, to be better than I was the day before. And so I bow before my Creator, acknowledging the fact that only He deserves my sincerity, my obedience and my love. All else in life, is secondary to the fact that if He hadn't chosen to create me, I would never have existed. Here I am! Here's my duty. Worship is not only prayer and fasting but the way we live, the way we speak, the way we treat people and the way we solve problems. Knowing that we weren't only Created and left to discern truth for ourselves, I adhere to the guidance given to me , to steady me on the path that leads to success in this life and the next. I continue in my prayer, whether well or ill, tired or wakeful, sad or hopeful, I continue, knowing that success doesn't lie in the amount of money, weapons or strenth one thinks one has, but in ones morality.

Assalamu Calaykum, Brother Nur, I am happy you enjoyed the story, alhamdulilah. And about my name, I always had this name, I've never change it, hope that helps. Macasalamah.

najma, how about MissTease -------------------------------------------------- Checkmate, what did i do to you to deserve this:( Infact I am the opposite of Misstease, so iga gambiso aa lagu dhahay. There's a multitude of perfectly normal, loving women who will bake you a good cake (najma ) without chocking, whipping threatening and selling thier stuff. -------------------------------------------------- underdog thanks a lot man, I feel a whole lot better now after being called by MissTease :mad: but anyhow hit the store and get some cake for yourself for now, otherwise u be waiting forever till a sister comes to your rescue and offers her recipe to you lol.

Checkmate stop being a copy cat man lol, like afro said, i know u can do better than that...lol ( now u can call me a copy cat too )

Afro He was trying to give a warning sign to the guys, so i guess i can do the same thing for the girls too, so if u have a problem with that, well sowwie nothing much i can do about it.

Letter to Allah Most Magnificent Allah and Creator: All praise and thanks is due to thee, O Allah, the Light of Whose Countenance illuminates the heavens and the earth. All praise and thanks is due to thee, O Allah, Who created everything out of nothing, and Who created me, even though You did not need me. Allah, I know that You know everything that is within me, yet I do not know all that is within You. Yet, it helps me to "write" You a letter, and so I ask Your merciful indulgence as I write this to You. Allah, how can I face Your Magnificent Presence? Every day, the weakness of the human condition overtakes me, and I fall short of the standards You called me to uphold. How can I face Your Magnificent Presence? You have given me so much, yet so many times, I have sinned against You. How can I face Your Magnificent Presence? When I think about all the bounties, and blessings, and mercy You have showered upon me, I am strengthened and inspired to rise above the flesh that so often drags me to this earth. Yet, when I am alone - faced with my demons in the darkness - I frequently fall short of Your Grace. Allah, I don't know how I could face Your Magnificent Presence. Yet, You are still here for me, Allah. In fact, You have always been there for me, Allah. When I was growing up, my mother tried to instill fear of You in me, and it worked. Yet, the image I conjured up of You - and I ask Your forgiveness - is that of a God waiting for me to fall, so that He can slap me down in punishment. I know that is not You, Allah. I know You are more Loving, and Kind, and Merciful, and Gentle than that. I know this now, but when I did not know this then, still You were there for me. When I struggled as a teenager to be true to You, and suffering painful and lonely isolation for that fidelity, You were there for me. When I was ridiculed by my peers for staying true to Your Way, You were there for me. You helped soothe me when I hurt so much. When I went to college, and I doubted the truth of the message of Your Noble Prophet, You did not cast me down. You did not turn me away; You were there for me. When I suffered through the depths of darkness and solitude, You were there for me. Even when I flirted with leaving the faith, and calling upon someone else besides You, Magnificent Allah, You were there for me. When I returned to Your Straight Path and rededicated my life to the worship of You, I became an ugly person, devoid of compassion, devoid of humility. I looked down upon those who did not fit my standard of piety, even though the only One who should look down is You, O Allah. I made forbidden what You made lawful, O Allah. I pushed people away from Your Path, Allah God, and gave them an ugly face at which to look at Your faith. I was arrogant, O Allah; I was intolerant, O Allah; I was narrow-minded, O Allah. Quite simply, O Allah, I was a fool. Yet, You were there for me. You still were there for me. You have always been there for me, O Allah, and I thank You from the bottom of my heart. And I ask for Your Soothing Mercy. I ask for the Mercy from which Prophet Jacob (peace be upon him) told his sons never to despair. I beg for Your forgiveness, O Allah. I have fallen off your path more times than I want to count, O Allah, and You know about every single time. I am so sorry, O Allah. More times than I want to count, O Allah, I have forgotten that - when no other eyes are upon me - Your Magnificent Eyes are watching me. Allah God, I am so sorry. Forgive me, O Allah. I need Your Mercy more than ever. Allah, I need to be enveloped in Your Soothing Grace. My God, please don't cut me off. Please forgive my trespasses against Thee. Please overlook my shortcomings. Please pardon my human weaknesses. My God, don't cut me off. For if You were to cut me off, then where would I go, O Allah? What would I do, O Allah? How could I live, O Allah, without the Light of Your Countenance illuminating my dark and hard heart? Allah, don't cut me off! Please, Allah, take me in, even though I have estranged myself from you so many times with my sins. Allah, I love You with all my heart, all my mind, all my soul. Allah, I ask for Your Love for me. My Most Holy Creator, on the Day when we all will meet You, let me into Your Magnificent and Holy Presence. Let me be with Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). Let me be his neighbor in Paradise. Let me be able to talk to him there, tell him about my life, and listen to him about his. Allah God, let me see Your Glorious Face in the highest of Gardens. Let me into Your Presence by Your Wonderful, Gentle, and Soothing Grace. Allah God, I thank you for all You have given me, and I ask You to forgive me for never being a fully grateful servant. In Your Most Holy Name, O Allah, I ask all of these things. Amen.

Now girls this is for u _______________________ 10 TYPES OF MEN TO AVOID: 1. The Couch Potato 2. The Guy at the Club 3. Mr. "Prissy" Boy- the guy who is just too pretty 4. The "I" Syndrome Guy 5. Constant Liars- Guys who always tell stories about the occupation or lives 6. Cry Baby- the guy who is "too" sensitive about everything 7. Mama's Boy- you know about these guys... 8. The Gym Guy- the guy who looks like he is at the gym 24/7 9. The nice guy who won't get over his ex 10. Mr. Over-Eager- wants to know if your exclusive after the 3rd date

Shankaroon, I truely understand what you're saying, the best of all careers are those of our mothers who sacrificed everything in order to raise us right, and no matter what we are who we are because of their dedication and hard work...so don't ever think girls that because u're home stay mom, u're loser...cuz that is far from the truth...And of course you can always have a career and at the same time be a home stay mom, it all depends on how you make ur life.

wow masha-allah that is so true wallah. There was this story that I heard...it goes like this: this guy wanted to be a rich guy so he went and asked this other guy for help. The other guy told him that "if you bring me your mother's heart I will make u the richest person". So he went and killed his mom took her heart out and went his way. While he was on the road, he tripps and fells to the ground...the heart of his mother jumps up and asks him "are you ok my son?" and so the son realizes the mistake he has done, and feels horrible inside, so bad that he wants to commit suicide...and when he is about to do it, the heart speaks up again, saying "no my son don't do it, you've killed me once, don't kill me twice." and that just shows you how much our mothers can love us...u know...no wonder why paradise is under their feet...may Allah forgive our parents. Amin.

6 pages and 16 days....girl, when you want something you're relentless. Imagine if you put that effort into something worthwhile...like a cake -------------------------------------------------- A cake? lol, that is just funny, and I was thinking you were gonna say something that is very important, I guess somebody has an appetite for a cake...would sisters pls help the brother out lol...maybe a recipes would do it.

Aux Wow I am amazed by your quick understanding lol, and you've already learned how to put it in practice, that is very impresseive I tell yah lol. I must have been a good teacher i guess lol. Thanks for your wonderlful generosity though. Nova That is so cute sis, you just keep sharing and loving aight....keep it up lol. Pacfist, you're very welcome hon, anytime. I missed u these days, where have you been lady...good description on the philosophy love thing, i guess that makes u a better teacher lol...

Darn girl, and I thought you've given up by now, lol, I guess I was wrong

i cannot explain it lol, but i believe it got to do with something like having kindness and compassion for a person...And the best love is the one u love for the sake of Allah...If you have a heart to feel what I am saying then I am sure u'll know what I am talking about , if not then no matter how much I explain it to you, you will never get it...lol

Untiring Love This is a true story that happened in Japan. In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan tore open the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls. When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there because a nail from outside was hammered into one of its feet. He saw this, felt pity, and at the same time he was curious. When he checked the nail, turns out, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built. What happened? The lizard had survived in such a position for 10 years! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind boggling. Then he wondered how this lizard survived for 10 years without moving a single step--since its foot was nailed! So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it had been doing, and what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from where it came, appeared another lizard, with food in its mouth. Ahh! He was stunned and at the same time, touched deeply. Another lizard had been feeding the stuck one for the past 10 years... Such love, such a beautiful love! Such love happened with this tiny creature... What can love do? It can do wonders! Love can do miracles! Just think about it; one lizard had been feeding the other one untiringly for 10 long years, without giving up hope on its partner. If a small creature like a lizard can love like this... just imagine how we can love if we try.

Someone else told me that it was just for fun to go ahead and get registered, but then i figured what is the point of registering here when infact my profile states that I am single lol...but then people are so slow these days lol...so i guess this will do it. P.S. Hibo this is only for u hon...u really are a good persuader

quote: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Originally posted by Kaleidoscopic: What’s the difference between Somalia/Somaliland... not much if ur not a politician. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be honest they are way past differences and absurdly enough they share nothing other than a deep rooted hatred, sad but that’s the truth...they are in dire need for prayers. ----------------------------------------------- What the heck.....are you really serious....that is far from the truth man. I've never seen anybody from the north that hates other somalians just because they'r not from the north, and I have never seen anybody that is from the south and that hates the northerns...actually i don't think it really exists...I am serious wallah...subhana-allah that aint funny and I don't think there is such an idea as of yours "of hatred"...I don't know where you're getting that but honestly speaking i don't see that in real life...and most definately we share a whole lot than you can ever imagine...so brother i suggest that you wake up and realize that we are one people whether we like it or not...it is the reality so deal with it. P.S. Sorry if I offended you, that was not my intention.

wow, that is very smart, never thought of that one, but it so much better when you hear the story of khalid r.a. in real life...it will make you cry Thanks haddad, I learned something new from your sourse too

Hey sis, salaam, I know what you mean, we should always try to learn our deen as much as possible, because that would help us in the here after. As the quote you quoted I believe Khalid bin waleed said it, I think he really wanted to be shaheed, but since he didn't die as such he was very sad about that...i think that was the last word he said it. May Allah be pleased with him. Amin

This Email I got it from a friend...so enjoy reading it _________________________________________________ Subject: Letter written by a white woman...and the response by a black man This is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good! Read on............So great to find this Black Prince defending us like this... It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from black men. I'm so glad she got what she asked for (and more) !!! This letter was written in response to an article in Sister 2 Sister: Dear Jamie: I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Black male readers. I am a White female who is engaged to a Black male-good-looking,educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Black female's attitudes about ourrelationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Black women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage. Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly approached by Black men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world. If Black women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public. I would like to hear from some Black men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them. Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of 26 years for one of us. Charles Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, Wesley Snipes...I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us White women because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead you to treat your men better. If I'm wrong, Black men, let me know. Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA. --------------- Response: Dear Jamie: I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl. Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old black man. I graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I consider myself to be among the ranks of successful black men. I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why black men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why black men dated white women was because they were considered easy. The black girls in my women neighborhood were raised in the church. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our impatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control. A lot of black men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our black women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses. Because of this fear, many black men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can control. I have talked to numerous black men and they continuously comment on how easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful black men date white women. Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan, Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds, Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong black women. And, to flip the scrip, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spot light, who openly or secretly desire black women over white women. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few. I just don't want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed. Stop thinking that because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when black Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs. Read your history! It was the black woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It was the black woman that taught you how to praise your children. It was black women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery. It is the black woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail. Black women were born with two strikes against them: being black and being a woman. And, through all this, Still They Rise! It is because of the black women's strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I could never date anyone except my black Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them. It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about black women. Their strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with black women. I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy and envy than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous? I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have what the black woman has. BOTTOM LINE: If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill. No offense taken, none given. Signed, Black Royalty

Adnan, ducaale and hardvard mafia, why are you guys acting like you guys don't know what is going on with the somalis....don't you know that most somalis, date before they marry each other,and I don't mean the way the western do getting physical and all...but u know the talking and all, what do you guys call that....I guess these gurls are talking about that....i don't know what my point is but what I am trying to say is that when somebody uses oh this is my bf, it is understood differently than when somebody says in somali waan qofkan/qoftan isla soconay...with me i don't see no difference, they're both wrong, but we somalis have two faces sometimes. Anyway, may Allah give us hidaayah.

That is beautifully put together and very deep sis....masha-allah.