I had a wonderful weekend, alxamdulilaah...Enjoyed almost every minute of it... :cool:

That's more like it, minus the eyes of course... Isoo bari hee...

Hayeh, from cheek to cheek lee smile eh yaah...

^Xashac!

^Xashac!

For sure, after all it is Sunday, SMILE!!!

OK, inshallah, Xiin's U-turn will mean the recognition S/land has been yearning for all these years...Ana igu dar bal listka hal halka loo soo xereeynooyo...

You should smile, why not!!! PS, it is not so much as an interest though...

It's literal meaning in the dictionaries is defined as " the action of recognizing somebody, something or of being recognized". -Not Somaliland. But, if we look it at if from a legal viewpoint, international law defines it as "the act of formally admitting the existence of a foreign state and dealing with it as such". -Not Somaliland. As well the Institute of International Law has defined the term "recognition" in the following words:- It is the "...free act by which one or more states acknowledge the existence of a definite territory of a human society, politically organized, independent of any other existing states and capable of observing obligations of International Law by which they manifest through their intention to consider it a member of international community". -Not Somaliland. The context of these definitions shows that the state does not politically exist if it is not recognized by the international community and it does not have any consideration without recognition. Need I read the rest?

Hayeh JB, maanta hmmmmmm very interesting uun baa wadaaye, what's behind it? Anigu shakiyay dee?

Haye bal raali ahaada...Allaha unaxariisto inanta... Inanaka isbitaalka yaalana allaha u fududeeyo... Still though, the boyfriend should've wrestled with the lion - RAMBO style, intuu ordilahaa...Shoot... SORRY!!!

Haye bal raali ahaada...Allaha unaxariisto inanta... Inanaka isbitaalka yaalana allaha u fududeeyo... Still though, the boyfriend should've wrestled with the lion - RAMBO style, intuu ordilahaa...Shoot... SORRY!!!

Hunguri and Isseh, bas hee ana hada qosol dartiis ha'idilina naga kala yareeya hee... EDIT: Allaha unaxariisto gabadha...

Hunguri and Isseh, bas hee ana hada qosol dartiis ha'idilina naga kala yareeya hee... EDIT: Allaha unaxariisto gabadha...

It was a day of mixed feelings and thoughts. Some loved it others hated it but everyone welcomed the news. That day, on his death-bed, an old man was gasping for a last breath with nobody around to shed tears or pay last respect to wish his soul rest in peace. The old man has had rough time with people over the entire span of his life time. He has never been at ease with anybody even with himself. His self--defeating behaviors coupled with stunted social performance had only earned him a low position with the ranks of his community. From afar people noticed a glaring cruelty in his actions and felt that the man had a stone under his chest, not a heart actually, but a pulsating rock devoid of mercy and compassion. . At birth he did not cry when he took the first breath of fresh air. The midwife counted him dead as otherwise he would have made a squall. But he was far from harm, let alone death. How he had sucked oxygen into his lungs without a wail, still remains an enigma. Well before his first birthday, shortly after he got his first milk-tooth, he tampered with the only lifeline he has had, forcing his mother to cut short the lactation period. She could not afford to breastfeed a child who continuously gave her pain rather than comfort. Solid foods became her milk´s substitute. At childhood he started showing negative behaviors including disobedience and bad character. He ran away from his family and took the streets with unleery eyes that never blinked from danger. At young age he shifted shapes in a pattern of fleeting colors and in his adulthood years he became a stage player of fallacious political dramas composed by others who lurked behind the scene. He was burning with bitter emotions of revenge as though he had swallowed live embers of vengeance. He seldom ate himself inside himself. At old age he had lost his sight and nobody came around to offer him a favor. He was so rough and unbearably rigid in his relationships. Everybody gave him a distance. Even his stick disowned him. It refused to show him where his step would fall. When he died a quick funeral ceremony was arranged but upon lowering him to his grave, a loud female voice came out from the middle of nowhere. People at the scene felt shocked. Everything came to a stand still. “Don´t bury him” came the voice into which a grain of anger had been injected. “I am his mother” the voice kept coming. “I am Somalia, I am the motherland, I am the nation. I am sheltering in the ruins of this man´s destruction and I hold him responsible for all the misery that had visited. He cut me into pieces of tribal lands. He is a warlord. Don´t bury him. He attacked me in the shadows of despondency and raped me in the presence of my children. He had dismantled the very fabric of my soul, selling my name cheap in the world. He had made filthy arrangements with international mafia to poison my seas, illegal fishing and piracy are still rampant at a shocking scale. He had swapped the very core of my dignity to unknown and rather invisible creatures in exchange of few coins and power. He denied me the right to claim ownership of myself, my very being as a sovereign nation. His evil actions have led me drown in the depths of my own blood. He made me a nation without a nation, a nation without a face, a nation in shock in and despair. He had blocked all avenues of hope. He had put the sun behind a cloud and brought darkness in a broad daylight. He had imported arms and drugs, looted and shipped off my resources mostly in the form of scraps. He made me a breeding ground of evil including unscrupulous businessmen and merchants of death who imported expired drugs or otherwise conquered the forest to burn coal. He had ripped my heart apart with his never ending gluttony. He made me soft for my enemy, notably Ethiopia and finally he died working for the enemy. How can I allow him to be buried in me” concluded mother Somalia. Then a gentle breeze blew over as she looked at where her son´s body had been laid temporarily. She felt the unconditional love of a mother to her son even if the son had been a bad boy, and said “ Whatever he had done to me he is my son. I can not let him rot out there in the heat. Let him come in. He shall be implanted in my womb one more time but never shall he get one more chance to be born again in this world. I shall not deliver him in a clinic or inside a house as before. I shall give birth in the Judgment Day when all graves burst open-- And Allah shall that day be a witness. Bring him in. Mother Somalia gave the men a green light to finally put the old man´s body to rest. A thick blanket of silence with more profound impact descended upon the hearts and minds of the people at the scene as a heap of red sand swallowed the old man´s remains. Abdi-Noor Mohamed Writer and Film maker Gävle, Sweden nuuru2003@hotmail.com Source I am almost never ever and I mean ever at lost for words, but as I read this article tonite, I really did not have much to say!!! I want inaa Qeyliyo, but I can hardly open my mouth to let the qeylo out... I want inaa Waxlee sheego - anything and everything, but at lost for words - nothing...

'Maanta maya, biri haa' comes to mind when it comes to Soooomaaali Uniteeeeeey... Inshallah one day, one day that 'biri' will come for Soomaali...I am keeping hope alive!!!

Allaha unaxariisto...Cidihiisana samir iyo imaan allaha ka siiyo...

Originally posted by Koora-Tuunshe: Ina libaax sanka taabtow SOL tabaabuleheedow Tafatiraha Geel Jirehow Marka hore salaam taamah Aan ku taabsiiyee iga hoo Tusmahaygu waa rajo Tudcaheygu waa deeq Tilmaamteydu waa “TIGGER” Taawoheygu waa kheyr Tixdeydu waa duco Ee tolow aamiin dhaha Eeboow tabiinoda aduun Eeboow tii waaridkeediyo Diinteeda taakuleysoo Wax tar badan ka yeel Eebow tashwiish ka dhowr Eebow tiiraanyiyo xanuun Eebow tahluukada ha tusin Eebow tabaalaha ka weeci Eebow ha galin tahdiid Eebow hana turuntureyn Eeboow Tabkastaba aqoonta Eebow tacliin badan sii Eeboow maal aan tirmeyn iyo Eeboow taajira deeq-bixisa Tabiineysa dadkeediyo Eeboow tanaad ka yeel Eeboow markey tisqaado Eeboow gobbaa ku taxane Eebow nin taqi ah iyo Eebow ubad tayo leh sii AAMIIN, AAMIIN, AAMIIN!!! Alife Koora Tuunshe, aad baa ug mahadsantahay tixdaan quruxda badan...Already, anooba taageer keyga ii saaranyahay ooba gabadhaan eedada u ahay, erayadaan ugu buraanburooyo aaba iska masawirtay...Inshallah... MMA, la principessa sta bene...Grazie per chiedendo... Kacabso yaah Talyaanigeyga...Talyaani abuu booyaaso aaladhahaa... Is she as shabeel as this said new Libaax's baby? Markey mininkeeda joogto lee ey mici libaax leedahay teyda...Marka kale, hadii farta afka loo saaro xataa maku qaniineyso, dude... Once again, AAMIIN to Koora's duco...

JImcaale iyo Zafir rabshada joojiya... Originally posted by Che -Guevara: ^I found out you are related to Didi Kong I'm not related to anyone in here. Ee taas waa laguu ogyahay... As for you being related to anyone in here, well xanbaa dad aan halkan magacyadooda ka sheegi karin igu soo gaartay inaa isku dhiigtihiin - ilmo adeer waa intii is taqaan... Haye ayeeyo, soo iima fiicnid?

Hadii loo dhalayna waa qeyr, hadaan loo dhalina qeyr baala saadinayaa...Either way, dhibaato ma jirto I am sure...Qayrka uun allaha badsho...Aamiin... Congrats again yaa LST!

Che, toloow who would you be related to, me wonder? Hmmmmmm... Dadka qaarkood hadaan maqlilahaa inaa related nahay, dhiigandhan baanan iska miiri lahaa aan u maleynaa...No way, no how!!! But then again the chances of Marc and Underdog being related hadeyba dhicikarto, never say never waaye hee...

CONGRATULATIONS ina adeer!!! Indeed babies are a blessing...Caafimaad, Cimridheer iyo Cibaado suuban baan ugu duceynayaa BOQORADEENA!!!

^Afro, hayeh xaa haysaa? Buumo walaa sabaaxad marabi, ani waaye day? Iyaah, maku jiri...

Lee, ha idhihina wili dad aa calaacal, cabaad iyo ooyin wado...Walee waayaab, ilaa ooyinta caruurta uun bey ku qurxoontahay...Ha'isoo marina dheh, hortiin nuur... And may I suggest that some stop testing the waters, they might not like the result...Mugoo intey dad kudaba dayo isleeyihiin, yeeysan dhumin... Hadaba dabadayasha baa caruurnimo ah...So, after all, ilaa meesha caruur baa lawada noqoday? MMA, intee taabatay? Meelaa wax kumuday moodaa? Leesh? BTW, heesta Shimaali bal aankuu saxo 'Kuu sheekeeye, kaa sheekeye, hala sheekeysan' baan jeclahay inee tahay... Macangag lee iga dheh, najeynaa! Hala is cafiyo, cafiska wax kafiican maleh...Cafis iyo masaamax...

^Though eey seexatay hada, yariisay mac waalaguu siinaa, taas haka walwalin...Adna habeenwanaagsan walaalkeygii qaaliga ahaayoow, kuwaan naaga shaneeye karoonoow, intaas aanba kuugu jeclaa...Sweet dreams and don't let the bed bugs bite... I might consider that movie...And may I suggest one for you "Shaneeye in MN"...Sweet don't you think?