My Wishes & Dreams: I dream of falling toward the hard surface i dream of a nightmare that is not being able to see you i dream of dark fog, banishing my pupils to emptiness i dream of happier times, the times I ran freely & happily i fear that the happier times have worn thin, vanished forever i fear that the times i loved and enjoyed have gone forever i fear that this dream is fear and this fear is really reality i fear that this dream has taken over and you're not there I wish destiny and fate wont play games with my battered soul I wish my dreams and fears could leave and replace with you I wish my thoughts to finally be decoded to you & you alone i wish my heart would find a peaceful life and stop smiling at the unwelcome guests. I picture us slowly moving away with the words tied to your lips i picture us moving slowly, belly to belly, flickering light but no candles i picture you, my light, walking in and making the house bright forever i picture you, freedom, helping me find my first steps all over again I hope I replay back your memories but this time do it for real I hope I find the way and not care about this, that bothers me I hope I live to pass on the message you once passed to me I hope you find the one you are looking for and hope it is me I can dream, I can hope, I can fear.... still wont bring you near I could picture, I could wish .... we'll see each other in our next life When we are flowing in paradise like a fish I remember every single word that you said to me and through my head I replay them time and time again every passing minute is another chance to turn around our mistakes I dreamed, I feared, I wished, I pictured and I hoped, You watched as I turned my back and forever abandoned you but for the time I got to know you better and got closer i never said THANK YOU let alone "I LOVE YOU" I guess I deserve everything you say to me. This is for HOME...SOMALIA. Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W Che, How are you doing my brother...Haven't seen you around here lately but Glad to know you're still kicking & alive...I feel sorry for your friend...May Allah s.w Help him recover his lost innocence Insha Allah. Sweet_Gal, Thanks for your warm words my dearest sister and yeah I'm lucky indeed to have not only Haji but so many other great friends and I'm grateful to Allah s.w for that. Chubacka, Yeah he does look different and he speaks & writes fluent Somali today and we always kept in touch all through these years and nothing has ever changed between us. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W Where else but K-I-S-M-A-Y-O! it was already the most beautiful city before the civil war with its ancient & modern buildings and oh the climate...the natural beauty of its countless beaches...the many islands that people were not aware of...I can go on and on but I wont because I don't want to make jealous of those brothers & sisters from the semi desert regions of the motherland. I haven't travelled around Somalia as much as I should have and I have only been to Mogadishu & Baydhabo and I will be lying if I said I can still remember those visits...but I wouldn't want to live anywhere else but my home city KISMAYO. We got the resources to make Kismayo by far the most beautiful city on the entire East African region but how many other regions of Somalia can say that? PS. NO LIES....PLEASE as its XARAAM Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

From Dodoma With Love: After the civil war broke out I came to Kenya with all my family except my Aabo who refused to leave home and felt he had an unfinished business that he needed to take care of and promised my Hooyo and us to join up with us very soon in Kenya. Like most Somalis who fled from home, We settled in Nairobi after a brief stay in Garissa and I soon started going to school with one older brother and two sisters, one older & one younger and slowly began the next chapter of our lives in a new country and with the help of Hooyo ( Who was back to her homeland now where she was born & bred) and our many cousins, uncles and aunts we soon settled down and began getting used to our new surroundings and started making new friends and one of those new friends I met through school was none other than Shoeib Haji aka Chune aka Shushu. He was born in Dodoma in Tanzania to a Somali-Kenyan Father and an Indian Mother whose Mom was a Bajuni from Somalia and he had an older sister named Bushra who were great friends with my sisters and they never stopped being friends to this day which is wonderful. I still remember vividly how we used to tease him of not being a "Pure Somali" like the rest of us and one cousin of mine used to give him a torrid time and once he asked him if he had more than one DNA since he had the blood of more than one race and Haji (That's name he prefered to be called) ran home and crying and told his Mom that we said he was a counterfeit Somali (Kids can be cruel at times) and his Mom would tell him never to speak or play with us again but after few minutes we would call him over and we will play together and have a great time until hs Mom would call him and send him to buy milk or bread from the nearby Kiosks and I always went with him because I knew his Mom allowed him to keep the change and we would buy candy & other sweets. Me & Haji struck a good friendship and since we were almost the same age (I was three months and few days older than him) we shared so many hobbies together and almost always had the same interest in everything around us. for example we were both crazy about Football even though he was hopeless when it came to playing and the other kids always used to complain about his rough tackling and there was our obsession with pigeons and we started our first ever pigeon farm together (that's exactly what we used to call it) seperate from my cousins Osman BOB, Hussein Tarino and older brother Ebrahim who together had between 90-100 pigeons between them and me and Haji were eager to beat that record but unfortunately we never achieved our dream thanks mainly to the neighbourhood cats. Haji was my first ever real best friend I've ever had ( I lost another childhood mate of mine to the sea after the boat he was travelling with his family captsized just few hundred miles off the port of Mombasa and I remember crying my eyes off and to this day I still remember him and I pray I never lose his brief but wonderful memories) and Haji went through so much Hell because of my naughtiness and he never complained nor threatened to stop being my friend and whenever i was in trouble which was almost always Haji was by my side ready to defend me and today when I look back I realise I must've led him down more than once and I can honestly say that I wasn't as good friend to him as he was to me when it was all clear to anyone from my family that Haji was indeed the greatest friend I've ever had. There was this kid I disliked with passion called Mickey he was few years older than most of us ( I used to call him Mickey Mouse and I still believe to this day that he had a mouse-like mouth with sharp teeth and everything) and we fought in almost everywhere imaginable from inside the Madrassa to the classrooms and the Mosque and we fought not because we hated each other but simply we just could not get along and Haji would beat him up with me everytime we fought and wouldn't you know our arguments almost always started with either childish tease or with football. He'd accuse me of being greedy and not wanting to pass the ball to him and I would counter accuse him of being selfish and always wanting to shoot and score all by himself and before you know it he would start hitting me or vice versa and all hell will break loose. Mickey was a Muslim but not Somali and his real name was Mustafa, his family hailed from Mombasa and one of my uncles gave him the nickname Mickey because I was told he loved the cartoon character Mickey Mouse dearly and my uncle, like me must've thought he had something in common with his hero. Looking back today he must've hated the name Somali because of us which is something I regret because he genuinely loved being our freind and hanging out with us and if it wasn't for me, who knows he might have been Haji's best friend instead of me. One day we decided to straighten him up once and for all. every Sunday afternoon we used to go to swimming without ever telling our families, it was a swimming pool situated on the roof of The Meridian Hotel in downtown Nairobi and if my memory serves me well I think the fee was about 5 Kenya Shillings and once you paid your fee you had the privilege to swim from 2-6pm which was never enough as far as me and Haji were concerned and our dear buddy Mickey didn't know how to swim but we didn't know that and I called him over pretending to show him something and then pushed him inside and I'm grateful to Allah s.w for not allowing our childish pranks turn into tragedy and I'm forever thankful to the security guard who rescued him and from that day on Me and Mickey never even argued let alone fight but before receiving the azzwhopping of my liofe from my uncle. The later years Mickey and us slowly drifted apart and the last time I saw him, just before I left Kenya, I apologized to him thoroughly and I also asked him for forgiveness which he thankfully did and put it all down to childhood naughtiness and I'm told that He's happily married today and lives in Mombasa. as for My buddy Haji, well his Mom passed away few years after we both left Kenya and he was devastated just like I was when mine passed on and I comforted him like he did when my Hooyo died but I did it from distance as we were thousands of miles apart and as for his sister, well, wouldn't you know she's married to my older brother the same guy who used to treat her younger brother very badly and at times even called her "Chotara" which she hated so much. I reminded her this a while back and she replied that he now calls her all the sweet names I could never think of...Yeah right...Women, strange creatures indeed. I wish i had a girl to offer to her hand in marriage to my best friend but unfortunately all my sisters are taken and the reason why I'm posting this semi-autobiography is because Haji is coming to visit me here all the way from San Jose and we haven't seen each other for little over a decade and as you can tell by now, i couldn't contain my happiness and I'm delighted that Allah s.w has given me the opportunity to tell my friend how lucky I'm to have met him and how honoured I'm to have him as not a family member now but as my best friend. Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W Chubacka, First & foremost NICE TOPIC...secondly I have a handful of hadeeths as my favourites right now and the list increases every single day as I learn a new one so I'm sorry if i don't have "One Favourite Hadeeth" so to speak...but I will post 10 hadeeths that enlightened me more than anything I have ever learned and I hope they will do the same for you Insha Allah. 1). A'isha (R.A) said that the Messenger of Allah s.a.w said : "The deeds most loved by Allah s.w (are those) done regularly, even if they are small". ( Bukhari, Muslim ) (2). Abdullah b. Umar said that the prophet s.a.w said : "The muslim is he from whose tongue and hand a Muslim is safe from, and the muhajir he who gives up what Allah has prohibited for him ". ( Bukhari, Muslim ) (3). Abu Hurairah r.a said that Rasulullah s.a.w said : "Beware of envy, for envy devours good (deeds) like fire devours firewood". ( Abu Dawud ) (4). Jabir b. Abdullah said that Rasulullah s.a.w said : "Allah is not merciful to whom who is not merciful to people ". ( Bukhari, Muslim ) (5). Abdullah b. Umar said that Rasulullah s.a.w said :"The Merciful One shows mercy to those who are themselves merciful (to others). So show mercy to whatever is on earth, then He who is in heaven will show mercy to you " ( Abu Dawud, Tirmidhi ) (6). From Abu Hurairah : Rasulullah s.a.w said : "He who does not thank people, does not thank Allah". ( Ahmad, Tirmidhi ) (7). From Anas r.a...Rasulullah s.a.w said : "By Him in whose hand is my soul, a servant (of Allah) does not believe (truly) until he likes for his brother what he likes for himself ". ( Bukhari, Muslim ) (8). From al-Miqdam b. Ma'dikarib...Rasulullah s.a.w said : " When a man loves his brother he should tell him that he loves him " ( Abu Dawud, Tirmidhi ) (9). From Abu Ayyub al-Anshari...Rasulullah s.a.w said... "It is not right for a man to abandon his brother for more than three days". ( Bukhari, Muslim ) (10).Jabir said that Rasulullah s.a.w said..." If one makes excuses to his brother, but he does not excuse him, or accept his apology, he is as sinful as one who takes an unjust tax " ( Baihaqi ) I will post few more as we go along Insha Allah...I'm sure other Brothers & Sisters will also make some contribution Insha Allah so we can keep this topic alive and learn new Hadeeths from each other.... Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W Muneera...Have you been living in South Africa, if Yes, for how long and in which city? Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Yeah I copied and Pasted from a sacred place called "My Mind" and you need not a permission from me to re-copy it...Just Go Right Ahead & Feel Free. Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by Northerner: ^^wax allaale iyo wax aad tidhi garanmaayo! :confused: Salam Aleikum W.W My Brother Northerner...I bet you understand this. I see a nation down on its knees desperate for a helping hand for they failed to help themselves. I see a broken home and the family torn apart, hence Somalia, Somaliland, Punt-land, NFD, Djibouti and the fifth region. I see a mother praying for the wellbeing of her infants trapped inside of a cage called Civil War where it rains bullets and death reigns supreme. I see a defeated father kicking the dust for fate robbed him off the opportunity to play the hero of his long dead son. I see an ageing grandmother grieving in silence for she lost her pretty grand daughter to famine. I see a brother hanging his head low with shame for he witnessed his sister getting raped at gun point. I see a sister drowning in her own tears for she knows not a man whose kind hearted. I see a man with haunting eyes wishing he could take away the fears and wipe away the tears of the little children with dead eyes. I see a man who would give anything & everything he ever owned to feed the underfed babies in the refugee camps. I see a man mourning the demise of his kind through deceit & greed. I see a man praying for the safety of the defenceless beings he considers his own kind. I see a man with nothing but a heart full of hope and head full of wishes. I see a man clinging onto every piece of his past as the last resource of happiness. I see a man with broken heart for everything he cherished in his life perished. Ask me whether I enjoy seeing WHAT I SEE for all I see is YOU & ME and my heart starts bleeding for my eyes ran out of tears to shed. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Head in Hands: The sweat of my palms mix with the tears from my eyes the lines on my face appear to have seen many lives my mouth only opens to scream and let out cries I've died inside and all I can do is hide my hands are a hope, a shield the only real cloak I yield I don't feel healed, I feel soaked in blood, sealed in stains I feel no good and I'm hopeless and plain I wouldn't know shame except its the same as defeat and the only thing I know is my hands where I retreat I seek solitude in the shadows of deceit, I'm weak I'm unique in the presence of the freaks I sleep in the present but I've past too many weeks I'm deep, deep in the darkness my hands possess I close my eyes and reap heartlessly I progress into the marvelous depth of my paws I process the steps after I've left each of them in awe I float down the valley of the shadow of death which resides in my hands and I'm the only one left I've slept in this realm of loneliness so many nights but only since the happiness eroded into the light once there was a land at the height of laughter I was a master in this planned disaster at the tips of my fingers lived the cast of my past and many nights I collapsed into fast lives since relapsed now I'm left cowering where I laughed, where my dreams did stand now it seems its all forgotten since my head hit my hands. Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W My Brother Kulmiye....I salute you as that was MASTERPIECE. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W Reasons For Decline Of The Muslims? 1- We went stray from the righteous path and forsaken our Islamic faith. 2- The majority of the Muslims have faith in the faithless instead of Allah s.w. 3- We have chosen the worldy illusion over the hereafter. 4- We abandoned Allah s.w over the Sheitan. 5- We encourage each other to achieve worldy things including our parents and forget to remind each other what awaits us when we die. 6- the majority of Muslims don't bother paying zakkah...how many of you in SOL really pay zakkah consistently? 7- we pay fortune for a pair of shoes when our muslim neighbours maybe going to bed with an empty stomach. 8- how many of you in SOL attend prayers at the mosque and consistently pray with the congregation? 9- how many Muslims do you know openly accept Riba and even encourage others to have a go at it? 10- how many Muslims do you know would be happy with the Sharia over the western democracy which we are all fan of? 11- name one GENUINE muslim state in the world including the so-called Muslim states? 12- how many muslims would trust their fellow muslims unless he/she's famous or rich...but we're ready to trust the non-muslims at any given moment...why? 13- How many "muslims" do you know have forsaken their faith and went as far as insulting the prophet (p.b.u.h) and Almighty Allah s.w? 14- how many Muslim scholars have you heard speaking OPENLY against what's currently happening in the muslim countries without being accused of extremism by their own muslim congregation? 15- how many Muslims do you know are genuinely willing to die for the cause of Allah s.w? We should become the true Muslims that we're supposed to be then Allah s.w will rescue us but as long we keep the company of the evil and disown the pious we will keep on suffering. PS. I know i forgot many other things because I'm in a hurry now and maybe will add some more some other time Insha Allah. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Double Post...Sorry Brothers & Sisters.

I see what i see which you can't see and couldn't make you see as it wasn't meant for you to see otherwise you would be here to see since you're at the other side of the monitor you can't see nothing but all you see which is DEFINITELY not what i see...see what you'd see and tell Northerner WHAT DO YOU SEE? Peace, Love & Unity.

Vintage Performance by Milan! United were taught how to play proper FOOTBALL...not the mickey mouse sort of football they play in the Premier League Italians are masters when it comes to man-marking, they knew United will be puppets on Kaka-Seedorf strings once they stopped Ronaldo which they easily did and there went United's hopes...Gennaro Gattusso had Ronaldo in his back pocket and you could tell Ronaldo was intimidated by him if not scared... I believe Milan could've beaten any team in the world last night because everything about them was great...the passing, the movement, the composure and the vision...and United did the opposite to everything Milan did...That's the difference between Average players and Great Players which Kaka & Seedorf certainly are. I got my predictions WRONG pretty badly when I said it will be United-Chelsea final but NEVER AGAIN and this time I'm not going to repeat the same mistake and would rather go with the majority and the majority expects Milan to lay the ghosts of Istanbul to rest... Milan is too great to lose two consecutive finals to ONE team...to a team that is very inferior to them in every department and I believe Liverpool used all their luck of this decade to win that final...however, I wish my brothers Northerner & Ugaaska Ireland Nuune ALL THE LUCK IN THE WORLD. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by Ms Dhucdhuc & Dheylo: How can a Pakistani, Saudi, Somali change the fate of their country Salam Aleikum W.W...My Dearest Sister Cambaro, its not about whether they CAN or CAN'T...more like...Will they be allowed to have a say by the puppet Mujrims? As long as we have these so-called leaders that currently rule the Muslim countries in the office, i don't see anything ever changing as that's exactly the reason why the WEST keeps them there....TO DECIEVE US & BETRAY US. Do you honestly think...Mohammed Hosni Mubarak cares about how many Palestinian children get bombed in their sleep or How many Iraqi sisters get raped by the Pigs that's U.S or how many innocent Somalis are kidnapped by the dirty Ethiopians with the help of the traitors that we find ourselves at their mercy and then tortured to death? they are all the same.... the old saying of....Divide & Rule comes to mind...hence why we, a nation of no more than 10 million nomads are divided into countless divisions...(I'm not sure even CHINA has as many clans and sub-clans as we have and they're supposed to be the most populous nation on earth...) so that our eternal enemy Ethiopia could come and violate everything a SOMALI stands for...again THANKS to you know who. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

I recently attended a confrence organized by The Muslim Association of this country and we had many scholars as guest speakers who stressed the neccessity of Muslim Unity around the world particularly in the countries classified as Muslim State. one Egyptian scholar from Al Azhar left me with a lasting impression as he touched all the points that needed to be addressed and he offered his condolences to Palestine, Iraq & Somalia and begged the masses to pardon them (the scholars) for turning a blind eye and keeping mum about the injustices, oppression and the daily prosecution that the people living in these countries face in the hands of the Kufaar who invaded them. he concluded his speech with a statement that deeply touched me, however, truth must be told, the statement wasn't something new...it was something that we (muslims) always knew. He said...The brothers & sisters in Palestine, Iraq & Somalia have every right to feel abandoned by their fellow brothers & sisters in the Muslim world, but what I would like to add is that, We didn't abandon them by choice but we, ourselves are held hostage by the same enemy that keeps on bombarding them with the latest bombs and missiles and until the day WE FREE ourselves from the shackles of this ONE enemy we all have...they will remain in the same sorry state that they currently find themselves in...May Allah s.w pardon us for ignoring the desperate calls of our fellow brothers & sisters in Islam. in other words...We have puppets as Muslim leaders today and they are working against US instead of FOR US....Middle East is in the back pocket of Islam's number one enemy and its their MONEY that's used against Muslims.... Do you honestly believe Ethiopia can afford to invade Somalia and sustain their military operation without a help from outside? where do you think that money is coming from? U.S has been in Iraq for more than 4 years now and how much do you think does that cost? again where's that money coming from and same goes for Israel... last but not least....America launches its attacks from a Muslim country....can you name any country in the Middle East where they don't have a base....My Point Exactly. Don't Despair Brothers & Sisters...I promise you the end of our daily torture, prosecution and humiliation in the hands of the INFIDELS is near, just be patient and have faith in ALLAH s.w and everything will be allright Insha Allah. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Easy....Andrew Cole. Newcastle. Man Utd. Blackburn. Fulham. Man City. Portsmouth... and there's every chance he might make it 7 with Birmingham who are almost certain to be promoted from the Championship. Peace, Love & Unity.

O ALLAH...WE ask you integrity and soundness in our religion, our lives, our families and our possessions. O ALLAH...conceal our faults, pacify our fears and guard us from what is in front of us and behind us, from what is on our right and on our left, over our head and under our feet. O ALLAH...Grant health to our bodies. O ALLAH...Grant health to our hearings. O ALLAH...Grant health to our sights. O ALLAH...Grant health to our minds. O ALLAH...grant health to our hearts. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from the feebleness of old age. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from the temptation of our youthful exuberance. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you against difficulties, calamities, troubles, oppression and ridicule of enemies. O ALLAH...Grant us the best of outcomes in all our affairs and save us from disgrace in this world and from punishments in the hereafter. O ALLAH...We ask of you to bestow your mercy upon all of us, to forgive us, to protect us from eevry sin, to give us a share of every good and grant us the attainment of the Jannah and salvation from the fire. O ALLAH...We ask for health, for integrity for good character and that we may be pleased with our portion. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from worry & sorrow. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from impotence. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from stinginess and cowardice. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from the burden of debt and pain. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from degradation and destitution. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from ruin and bankruptcy. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from senility. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from the evil we did and from the evil that we did not know. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from wickedness, vanity and pride & show. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from your anger and your displeasure. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from greed and every forbidden acts. O ALLAH...We seek refuge in you from drugs, vile actions, desires and ridicule of enemies. O ALLAH...We ask for a mercy from you by which you will guide our hearts, settle our affairs, remove our fears, protect us from what is unseen, make us face radiant, purify our deeds, inspire us with wisdom and avert illness and misfortune. O ALLAH...You hear our words, you behold our situations, you know what is open and what is hidden within us, nothing is hidden from you. WE ARE the lowly ones indeed. humble seekers of your forgiveness. we beseech you with humility in our hearts, with trembling and fear, in prostration and utter helplessness. O ALLAH...Protect us from robberies, hijackings, muggings and assaults. O ALLAH...Protect our homes, our businesses, our possessions and protect our children from all the sins. O ALLAH...Grant us soundness of belief, goodness of character, forgiveness of our sins and our parents' sins and may you grant us and all the muslims around the world YOUR ETERNAL PLEASURE. May Allah's Blessings Be Upon Muhammad (P.B.U.H) and His Family & His Companions. Amiin Ya Allah. Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by Northerner: sit infront of the pc for 9 hrs a day and you will be at 5000 in no time If i had such patience I would have been a Millionaire by now...so I would afford plastic surgery...they say sitting too much makes your behind go to a lifetime vacation and never return like the Indians ...and those are the lucky ones who sit on top notch chairs....while here in Africa we sit on rocks...that's why i can't endure more than 1 hour because the pain will make you go Allah Hooyooy Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by rudy: see Bob! u get to the 1000 and they come out of no where! Who comes out of nowhere...Xaliimos? Dude I've been looking over my shoulder and waiting for some one to tap me on the shoulder and ask me to Dhaanto with them...but I'm saddened to admit that my neck hurts from staring at every Xaliimo that came 100 miles within near me and no Xaliimo has yet to return my greetings let alone tap me on the shoulder...5 years and counting and I'm yet to come across a Xaliimo that was kind enough to smile at me...Maybe its because I'm too DARK skinned and I SHOULD BLEACH MY SKIN...What do you think Hommie? Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleiukm W.W Nuune...ina aabow maxay dacaayada aad nala daba joogto Agaa? South Africa is one of the most violent places you would ever see, however, most of these so-called 'Reports' are exaggerated and I don't buy a 7 year old kid can commit any crime let alone a sexual one... There's a conspiracy thing going on and ever since FIFA chose S.A as the host nation of 2010 World Cup...the the white owned media were writing all kinds of unpleasant reports about the Local Orginazation Committee and their make believe rift between certain members of the S.A Football Association over money and not so long ago the best selling newspaper carried in its front page that FIFA awarded the rights to host the 2010 World Cup to Australia after it found S.A unfit to organize such a spectacle and it took Sepp Blatter to come out and squash that rumour and if you watched that Interview he said "it looks some of 'your' own people are not happy for you to host this world cup that's why they keep on writing lies about your plans"... Nuune...Don't believe everything you read my brother and never ever let these sort if rubbish stories change your mind if you ever wanted to come and visit here...you will love it out here more than the Irish love their Guiness Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by Xanthus: by the way that kind of speech should tell you,... I'm not who you think I'm If you're not who i think you're then DEFINITELY you must be someone that i should get to know better.. Come closer and tell me what's your name my fairlady...would you like a glass of cold fresh camel milk? Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W This is the real life story of a Muslim sister named Leila*. Many people want what they don't need and need what they don't want. Part 1: As I was about to let out the smoke from one of my puffs I saw cops just few meters away waving down cars. I panicked and literally threw the stubs just steps away from the cop who stopped our car, who bent down, looked at me and said we can go. If you ask me I know without a shadow of a doubt that on this occasion I got lucky as the only reason I got off scot free was because the cop was my fellow Muslim and I was wearing a headscarf . Before I go on, I ask you, the reader to close your eyes and conjure up an image in your mind of a person that you perceive to be a drug addict. I ask this of you, for in my mind the average individual drug taker would have been someone with ripped pants, a creased white shirt, trendy takkies and spiked/streaked hair. However, should someone ask this of me today, I would simply close my eyes and see MYSELF. A conservatively dressed Muslim female in her mid twenties adorned in clothing similar to the likes of Hijaab, with strict upbringing in an "old-fashioned" Muslim home. Shocked? Why? Is it because I say female or because I say Muslim female in hijaab like attire? This is my Personal Story: There I was, sometime in 2002 in the midst of my road to recovery, confiding in one of my closest friends, who remained shocked, possibly even until today that someone like me had a weakness for an intoxicant like dagga! I remember all too well the first time. I had smoked dagga, feeling dizzy and having trouble walking, being silly and giggling for no reason, having red bloodshot eyes and having hard time remembering things that had just happened. How did dagga make me feel? Well, sometimes it made me feel relaxed others high. Most times, I felt thirsty and hungry; an effect I later came to know is called "Munchies" by my fellow druggies. Marijuana definitely changes one's personality it can make the shy feel outgoing, the weak feels strong and the boisterous seem mouse-like. Instead of developing these qualities, an addict relies on drugs to produce an illusion that they posses them. Sometimes it seems to me that I can see the lives of two people when I look back on my life today...the one person who wanted only to be the all loving sister/ child and the other that strived to be accepted by all friends. My days of smoking pot can be traced back to 1995, during my early years at campus where I was first introduced realities of the real world, with people from different diversities and wide range of cultures, each with their own thoughts and perceptions. It was amazing to see people from different walks of life all conjured up at one institution and I embraced this change positively, knowing that I had a thing or two to learn from them all. Little did I know at that time I would master the art of cleaning dagga and rolling, perhaps the perfect stiff. I still remember the very first story related to me by one of my closest friends during a so-called night study session, which often at times was just an added session of bonding and socializing. My father, being as strict as he was, was totally against me leaving home at night to go to University until the early hours of morning, but somehow I convinced him to trust me and to trust that I was going solely for the betterment of my future. As time surpassed these nightly study sessions turned out to be a full time occupation with most of us sharing stories of our distant past in an attempt to strengthen these newfound friendships. The more stories told, the more my urge to try at least one dagga joint. We were a group of about 8 to 10 people, out of which only two of us had not even tried grass. A few days later, we were sitting around at one of our friend’s houses and that night it was just four of us chatting, when one of them calmly pulled out a packet of what to me looked like grass. I asked what that was and, calmly he explained it was dagga and that he needed to have a smoke desperately as he was feeling very uneasy. As they sat there smoking the stuff they asked me if I would like to try some. I half-heartedly declined twice even though I knew that deep down in my heart that I did in fact want to see what the BIG DEAL WAS ABOUT. I wanted to be able to say "Been There Done That". As I sat there, contemplating whether to take the first puff, a million thoughts ran through my mind...in spite of that I could not resist the factor of PEER PRESSURE. I took my first puff. I still remember how they remarked that I was natural. At that time I felt like a don knowing that I handled the intake well, but now as I look back on that moment, my heart is filled with regret and sadness that I did not possess more faith to abstain from it. My friends questioned me a million times, asking me how I felt, what I felt and if I was all right. At first, I felt nothing and I could not understand the pleasure they derived from such a silly thing. However, seconds later I felt like I was literally walking on clouds. I was so light headed and slightly dizzy and went on yapping and laughing at the most ridiculous things. There was a point where they asked me to 'SHUT UP'! We were two girls and two boys, later in the evening, one of the boys and the girl left, as they apparently felt a heightened sexual desire and need to go relive the pressure. I was still buzzing and oblivious to every one around me. So here I was, all alone in this three bedroom house with a male. Not only was I intoxicated but also to add insult to my wrong doings, I allowed myself, young Muslim female of sound family and Islamic values, to be alone with a non Mahram man who was in an altered state of mind. Anything could have happened that night. Had he been a man filled with lust I could have easily have tarnished my life by minutes of intoxication. For a few moments of pleasure, I could have ruined my entire future. The four of us got together on campus the following day and laughed about it, having already planned to meet again for another session of smoking, I was the first to pitch up at my friend's house that evening. The same routine as before, except this time I smoked one joint entirely on my own and was very high, very high indeed. All I remembered from that night was watching the beginning of some James Bond movie and waking up long after the movie was completed to ask my friends what happened? The ritual of this smoking pot and eating away, carried on for weeks on end before I knew it I was smoking 3-4 joints a day. In no time, the word spread amongst the friends that I took to dagga and suddenly everyone wanted me to smoke with them. They were amazed that a MUSLIM GIRL DRESSED IN A CLOAK AND SCARF was so ultra cool that she even tried dagga. Our circle of dagga smoking friends grew and I started smoking it everyday. (That's when I first heard of Leila's story through my friends & classmates) The time came when I was told that I could not just smoke it and let the boys do all the work. I too had to learn how to roll and clean. That's when I acquired the art of how to clean and roll. In no time, I rolled better spliffs than those boys that had been doing it for years. whilst other normal Muslim females were at home with their parents helping the house chores or reading Qur'aan in their rooms or praying. Here I was asking my friends whether they want to mix the dagga with tobacco or whether they wanted a "CLEAN GREEN". Having learnt the art of rolling it meant that I could get my high anytime I wanted. I suddenly started craving for a fix all the time and soon realized that getting the drug was easy as smoking it. In no time, I was like a mobile DAGGA MACHINE, not only smoking the drug but also carrying large amounts in my handbag. The boys suddenly became my best friends and made me part of their everyday plan as I had come to being known as the "COOLEST" slum chick around. To Be Continued Insha Allah... Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

What’s going on…No predictions and No Banters between Liverpool & Chelsea? Guys roll your sleeves up and lighten up the place…it’s boring reading the last year’s comments. First...it was a thrilling match at Old Trafford last night and Man Utd (I hate to admit it) deserved to win as they showed more hunger and determination and if you ever wondered why Milan want to get rid of Ancelotti look no further than last night’s game. (forget the Liverpool game in the final) Secondly...Just about everybody I know is predicting a Milan and Liverpool final where Milan will finally exorcise the ghost of Istanbul but I tend to disagree and I have a sneaky feeling that it will be the other way around…Man Utd Vs Chelsea and Chelsea to win. Sorry my brothers Northerner & Nuune and my old mate Viking. Tonight’s game is very crucial for Chelsea not only because its being played at the Bridge but the players that will be missing…lately Essien proved himself to be a very important to the team as he seems to be their driving force with his gutsy performances and his powerful runs in the middle or on the wing where I believe Liverpool has a weakness and then there’s Ballack who’s been improving game by game especially in Europe and both of those will be missing and its time for young Mikel to step on the plate and take the bull by the horn but can he cope against the power and energy of Sissoko? Let’s wait and find out. Like I said my money is on…Man Utd Vs Chelsea final and Chelsea to win the lot. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W I hope this helps Insha Allah. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kippah Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.