Gediid .. nice selection... tis not your time anymore . I am back and exams are done with.. This is for Taarab Lovers Just visit this music page and enjoy.... May favourite is: Nipepee and still topping my Taarab chart: Wape Wape - Asha Malika

Welcome to Bermuda - A story of the Road Warriors The Year is 1995 Welcome to Bermuda. An enclave in South Mogadishu where, they say, those who go in, never come back. Every street leads into enemy territory, and fighters never sleep for fear of attack. It’s a landscape of destruction and desolation and a place journalists simply don’t visit. The only vehicles to be seen in its hilly streets are ‘technicals’ - looted Land Cruisers with their roofs sliced off and anti-aircraft guns mounted on the back, teeming with militia men. The technical has always been the Somali war machine. Sparring warlords parade them as a show of strength. To young men they represent power and prestige. These young fighters confess that in the past they would loot even from their own community to serve their own demands for survival. Now they report to the Colonel: a wild looking, mild mannered man who treats them as his sons, believes in Allah and reports in turn to Bermuda’s Islamic Court. His motley crew - Big Ears, Cross Eyes, 6th Finger, Scar Arm – are enforcing the word of God. In the back row of a small, dark classroom sits Mustafah, an 11 year old boy who swears he’s 14. He’s a bright child, but way behind in his schooling. While other children wail Koranic verses learnt by heart, he mouths the words and his thoughts wander. He looks forward to the end of school, when a technical - daubed with polka dots and full of fighters twice his age - screams to a halt outside the school gate. Outside school Mustafah is a militia man, a child who takes ammunition to the front line and throws grenades at the enemy. “The militia are my brothers. Whatever they want of me, its my duty to comply,” Two minutes from the school yard, the technical comes under attack. Mustafah ducks as bullets fly past, answered by the technical’s thunderous anti-aircraft gun. Minutes more and Mustafah, alias ‘Bantu Hair’, jokes in relief with the rest of the crew. They chew qat (a powerful amphetamine) to stay awake through the long night shifts and live, work and sleep on the technical, which serves as back up to the infantry. In a country where guns are the only security, all bear hideous scars of a five year war to defend their families and homes. Mustafah’s mother is proud of her son. She has already seen Mustafah return with bullets in his body but she believes that he is old and mature enough to fight. Mustafah’s mentor, Big Ears, was once the bodyguard of the ousted dictator Mohammed Siad Barre. He now has faith in his work again, and considers Mustafah a good pupil. It’s the story of the people who drove out one of the largest aid efforts ever mounted. It’s the story of weird vehicles, clan warfare, of a people who show no fear and have nothing to lose if they fight, and everything to lose if they don’t. Director: Mark Stucke Journeyman Pictures Mad Dogs/Journeyman (Ref: 154)

Courtesy of Melanation Yahoo group! The Memory Here is the story that most men know but few men will tell. It is the story about the ghosts of past lovers and how they haunt your heart. The story begins in adolescence when a boy carries with him a fantasy about the perfect lover. She is shrouded in mystery and beauty-not at all a real woman with hopes, worries, and cares of daily life. In fact, she contains few details at all. She is an evocation, a dream, a perfume to the spirit. This woman of mystery lives somewhere deep in his fantasy, until one day he believes he has found her the woman of his dreams. She is everything he ever wanted. He pursues her, she responds, and he is alive like never before. Every waking moment is spent dreaming of her. Every moment away from her is agony. When he is with her he looks into her eyes and wants to cry with joy at the incredible good fortune that has brought this beauty into his life. He wants to touch her. Eventually he does. His body aches for her. He wants to give himself to her, to take her, to know her, to love her. They struggle with the decision, spending long nights of agonized discussion and desperate gropings. Finally, they make love. They lose themselves for hours, days. They are adrift on a sea of pure, heedless passion. Slowly, this passion cools. They begin to spend theirordinary hours together. She becomes more of a person and less of a dream. She has needs.She gets angry and has habits. He irritates her; she irritates him. Their sexual hunger falls out of balance. He finds his mind drifting, or he feels her turning inward even as her body pretends to be one with his. Out of the corner of his eye he begins to notice other women. They seem more attractive. Their laugh has more song in it. They are closer to the dream. The woman he once thought would fill his life seems empty and ordinary. Soon there is nothing left but the lovemaking. Their passion is hollow. They are together in body but absent in spirit. There are tears and fights and long goodbyes. There are promises that "maybe someday," and gentle claims that "if it is meant to be, it will be." Eventually, they part. Their hearts are wounded and their emotions rage. Sadness smothers the one who was left. Guilt, relief, anger, and self-hatred swirl around the one who did the leaving. Time passes. The wounds are less. Another woman comes along. The dance begins again. Soon they are in each other's arms. It is both harder and easier this time. He looks in her eyes. She is beautiful. But far down, where only the heart can see, is another image. It is the woman he first loved, the woman who came before. He loses himself in passion. They become one in that magical way that is the gift of lovemaking. But the image is not gone. It haunts like an echo. She is there: the ghost of the past lover. The dance continues. Woman after woman after woman, each one different, each one like a new springtime. He finds parts of himself he never knew existed. He feels love in ways his heart and body never imagined. But every time, he hears the echoes. No matter how he gives himself, no matter how strong his love, his bed is filled with ghosts of former lovers. And with each woman, there are more ghosts. He cannot say it, even to himself, but his heart is less than it was. The wounds have turned to scars and the joys ofpast passions have taken root in the hidden corners of his memory. His love, no matter how pure, is filled with echoes. He begins to understand a truth, at once terrible and beautiful. He begins to see that the women he has loved are not memories, they are presences. Making love to them has made them alive in his heart forever. He begins to realize that all of those loves-the one-night stands, the deep yearning passions-were little marriages, eternal unions, each establishing a claim that cannot be denied. He knows that there has been a price for the love he has given. His love is no longer pure. The memory of every lover shares his bed, and will forever more. And so, be careful with your love. Do not give it casually. Take the risks you must to find the love you must. But remember that each love is a marriage and each will be part of you forever. Each decreases by the smallest amount, your capacity to give yourself totally to another, because each one fills a small space in your heart that can never be occupied by another. Choose carefully and tenderly. Touch has a memory of its own. --- Be back after exams.

Kheyr... sxb ... I will come back to you soon. Mar aan enough time haysto. I like this topic

I didn't read what moti wrote carefully, lakin i am wondering! When did this beef between moti and ladies start? big beef this is

Ilhaan --- here is the first verse of the song you requested... ..sida maydha geelloo ..malkaddii nuugaaleed maqasha loogu xirayoo ma hiigaanku oo da'ay cosobkii macaanaa lagu maydhacaayoo baarqabtii ku maqantahay qaalmaha miliilicey madidii irmaanayd laga maala caanaha maatidu ku nagidahay martidana la sooro --- -- Allah wiilku(gabadhu ) madunaa mudanaa macaanaa rag u magac qurxoonaa alla yaa malyuun jeer maalin iyo habeenkii muuqqiisa (muqqeeda) daawada

Kheyr, good question sxb. I suppose value is derivative from the need for satisfaction. Much value can be attached to certain objects not because of their market value, but rather their effectiveness in satisfying our needs. Money is not wealth. It is just a medium used to measure the value of exchanged goods.

rokko loool... it is a haa haa indeed!

Happy new year

I know bro. Ducada kulligeen, aamiin!

LoL Gediid. That would be a good idea.

Ilhaam I will try my best

^^ Indeed! waa loo darsadey jaadkii

"War wuxuu ma nin baa mise waa naag, war waa nin iyo naag isku jira" Hablayohow hadmaan guursan doontaan! lol

Ilhaam, yw sister. Actually I missed this thread. Lately it has been Gediid and Caakifah's domain. I have to claim it back from them

Will do ma'am

"at least unlike other philosophers he didnt not claim to have the solution" Exactly sxb. Many philosophers had been influenced by him although he insisted that he has no knowledge to teach others. And since he was such a humble man, some people may exergerate his humble-nature to the point of prophecy. It is for this reason that i asked whether he was a muslim prophet or not.

Any enquires on the location where the gathering takes place, please contact me through PM or by e-mail: jamaal_11s@hotmail.com

As Salaam Aleykum brothers and sisters, After salutation, we are delighted to invite you all to an upcoming gathering scheduled to bring students of differing fields together, in a bid to congratulate Somali graduates of this year and previous years. Insha-allaah, in this gathering we hope to establish a date to celebrate our Somali graduates annually, we also expect the gathering's nature to be informal and cordial, enabling each one of the participants to have a good evening. The gathering will be taking place in: Imaan Restaurant 175 Seven Sister Road London N4 3NS Tel: 0207 263 4122 The date is: 27th December - 03 The time is: 6:30 pm How to get to Imaan restaurant: 4 minutes walk from Finsbury Park station (Piccadilly and Victoria line) You can also take any of these buses: 4, 29, and 153, 253, 259, 254, 279. There are night buses that you can take: N29 N253, N279. Minicab is opposite to Imaan restaurant if you need one. If you have friends who are students and are interested in joining the gathering, please don't hesitate to bring them along. It will be our pleasure to have more students attend the gathering. Hope to see you soon. Thank you ......................Event orgarnised by,,,,S.O.L Nomads,,,inconjunction with UKSSA executives.

Think-tank, with all due respect, I personally think your comment has nothing to do with the topic discussed. Were they(PHILOSOPHERS) muslim or not. No one is saying Islam shouldn't be studied or the Qur'an shouldn't be read. Can you prove whether Greek philosophers were non-muslim or muslim? If you can, then please lets hear it. Thats all the topic is interested. No need to argue think-tank . At the beggining of the topic I asked for opinions concerning this issue.

Peddles I'm just laughing you know lol. Now, tell me if I am wrong...but what is more romantic than a Geel-jire with his trendy afro...and alittle oudour to go with it, leaning on his ul? I tell you.. he is the ultimate love-machine! the oposite of being crap in bed.

lol Huugaanka She is Sangub's partner in crime! She goes by the title: Ms Jiinow!

Better late than never. Congrats Caakifaah. Wiil iyo Caano, Gabar iyo Caano! Happy days ahead, aamiin.

As Salamu alaikum, I thought I'd share this article with nomads. It is a forward from a group that seeks to establish Khalifah HT ban a bid to obstruct Ummah unification (26 Nov 2003) By: Asim Hussain LAHORE: The ban on Hizbut Tehrir (HT) is an attempt to silence the fast spreading voice demanding unification of Muslim Ummah under the banner of Islamic Khilafat which should replace the democratic and dictatorial lead ships in the Muslim world that were working as agents of US and UK to protect the interests of the global capitalist forces. What was different with HT from other Islamic movements was that it did not merely talk of changing the whole system, but also presented a methodology for achieving the objective besides the alternative governing system to replace existing monarchies and dictatorships in the Muslim world. The HT methodology for Khilafat was based on the procedure under which Holy Prophet (PBUH) established an Islamic state in Madina by securing support from powerful tribes and groups in lieu of certain concessions and peace. Besides, it sincerely believed that Khilafat was the only way to implement Islamic system in original form and the concept of Islamic state is that entire Ummah should be governed by only on Khalifa who has no powers to make legislation but to implement what was commanded by Quran and Sunnah. HT can be termed as the largest Islamic political party working across the geographical divisions as it is spread across Europe, Middle East, Central Asia and Asia, working peacefully for the last 50 years to convert entire Muslim world into a single political entity - the Khilafat - by annexing all Muslim states into it. That was the reason it was banned in most of Muslim countries in Middle East and Central Asia where it workers were arrested and jailed for years without any trial. Hizbut Tehrir first made a public appearance in Pakistan about four years back in 2000 and within a short span of time, its message was accepted across the different sections of society since it talked of breaking the shackles of economic and political subjugation of western forces. At first these educated young men were dubbed as agents of the anti-democratic forces since they termed democracy as Haram in Islam and demanded return of Khilafat ruling system. However subsequently their message began taking roots in the people mostly among young men since it asked for ending the economic and political slavery of the west so as to change the plight of common man in the country who is forced to by exorbitant power and petrol despite paying heavy taxes. HT stated that charging taxes from common man was Haram in Islam besides selling state resources to its subjects at high rate is also Haram. The HT members led by their Pakistan spokesman, Naveed Butt bitterly criticized the Muslim rulers who were doing nothing to safeguard the interests and lives of Muslims in distress and were serving the western interest. They talked of Jehad to take back the occupied Muslim lands from Israel and India but never raised arms themselves. The HT criticizes President Musharraf for his entire role following 9-11 and then in Iraq crisis. When contracted, the HT Pakistan spokesman Naveed Butt said that his party rejected the ban and continued their peaceful struggle against US hegemony. He said that it was absurd to like HT with sectarianism and terrorism since all world knew that HT worked for Khilafat in which there was no room for sectarianism and terrorism. He said that HT, talked of unification of Ummah against the oppressive capitalist forces and this concept was more dangerous for the US than the nuclear bomb and that was the reason she used agent rulers to block the way of Khilafat. He said that if fact, the rulers were afraid of the growing acceptance of HT message among masses asking to change the whole system of exploitation. The recent successful conference in Lahore was a proof that people were fed up with the existing system and were ready to accept Khilafat. THE NEWS Please visit the following islamic websites: http://www.al-aqsa.org ( English, Arabic ) http://www.explizit-islam.de ( Deutsch ) http://www.hilafet.com ( Turkish ) http://www.hizb-ut-tahrir.org ( English, Turkish, Arabic, Urdu, Russian, German ) http://www.ramadhan.org ( English, Turkish, Arabic ) http://www.al-islam.or.id ( Indonesian ) http://www.expliciet.nl ( Dutch ) http://www.hizb-ut-tahrir.dk ( Danish ) http://www.khilafah.com ( English, Urdu ) http://www.khilafah.net ( Arabic ) http://www.khilafah.org ( English )

Brother Nuur, garamgramland would be freed from the madaxkoraankor Entre lol sxb.. walaahi I haven't heard this world for quite sometime. ...it was islaantoo aan deris eheen's favourite word... "bello kula madaxkoraankornaatey" lol...those were days when you could hear the ...fimirimbi before bringing down the flag .... and if you don't stand uptight like a rock...your fate is not secure.