Nasra, how would you like to be treated, wronged and ignored? I don't think this ladies' first theory has anything to do with one cultural pattern, it is a common tendency which transcends religion or ideology. I can assure that every respectful and sensitive individual would use this term to symbolise his respect for any highly respectable woman. If you want to be swept aside and kicked around then thats a different issue. But this 'ladies first' theory actually is more religious than you might have thought. Islamically, we have to behave pleasantly towards our females, whether they are our mothers, sisters, aunts, wives or friends and so this 'ladies first' theory is part of behaving pleasantly. Anyone who has ever asked you "Ladies first" hasn't strayed out of the Islamic culture but he tried to upheld the culture itself. I don't know if your complaints relate to those females who believe in women ndependence. But respecting a woman doesn't make her dependant on anyone.

What secrets are there for a man to confess; when his entire life is a secret confined in mysticism. Suddenly he is all secrets and all he is all public.

Not only that Curlie_Sue....It has also become a word in street language. Mecca meaning a place where there are big crowds, especially shows and other meeting places like clubs, raves and so forth. "Man! this place dan full-up, tis a mecca!" .... I support islamic businesses developing but not on the expense of sacred names(like mecca)as such.

My role model is Prophet Mohammed (PBUH.)

This world is sick to the core. Whoever calls it my lil oister has a big problem coming. The fella didn't deserve to be locked that long. He's become a victim of demo-crazy.

Oh i almost forgot to add this: Please make use of the difficulty we are in Learn and earn knowledge and wealth.

Temporary seeking of refuge is not a bad idea my friend. Soomaalidii horaa waxay ku maah maaheen: Bakeyle intuu bur kujiruu bur daydaydaa. I don't think it is over for our generation, this is only a rough moment. A moment to experiance the being of a linking chain in our history, from past, present and future generations. Usually opression and suffering give birth to revolution and hope, just as after pain relief comes. Not a big thing, a test i'd rather say.

"Looking good" has nothing to do with being good naturally. Clothes only dress what one is, but they don't tell what one is. Being proud and confident of who you were and are is more of looking good than looking pretty, materialistically.

The Serbian Prime Minister has been assassinated.

I have to say i enjoyed reading the above article. The author addressed the issue very precisely, thankz to her.

From www.somalilandforum.com By Roda A. Rageh Reflections on a Midgan Recently many intellectuals from Somaliland seem to have recognized the need to correct some of the enduring ills of our society especially on the issue of the gabooye community. However, as the discourse rages from shifting blame and building awareness of “yassid” to weak promises of support for the cause of the Gabooye community, and manifestoes from them suggesting proper political participation, I deliberate on the problem itself and wonder if there is actually an issue to support. Anyone who succeeds in identifying the problem has to at least begin by putting his own bigotry aside before he or she attempts to right the wrongs of this baseless misconception. We have degraded a vital organ of our society, have deformed its vitality and have subjected a group of people who has willfully and diligently participated in every level of building our society to be treated with serious discrimination. Our collective behavior calls for a more serious reflection than overdressed speeches and entertainment programs. What basis do we discriminate against them? Where do our differences lay and how important or even true are these legendary differences? I have heard many implausible legends justifying why we had or should eschew them. Yet the worst I have encountered is the ugliest truth that glares shamelessly at every intelligent person: our collective punishment exacted on the group and the cruelty heaped upon anyone who had crossed this artificial barrier. Our prejudice against them is neither racial nor religious, but a useless defense to cover the harassment of people which are founded on fanciful notions of clan superiority. The blight is not limited to how we have isolated them but our inability to recognize and overcome uncritical myth that have had serious consequences. We were and perhaps still are inept to see how our own fiction has trapped our minds without ever pondering on the effects it had on others. Our actions have been a constant tragedy for some of our citizens but the real tragedy is our inability to rise above our own fabrication. If we have now gained the genuine conscience, the road out of our inadequacies should begin with personal reflection. Anyone who is genuinely willing to disassemble this nonsense should exercise individual freedom to cross the clan barrier. The easiest and quickest way to remove this label is by practicing what we preach: marry from them and allow our family members to marry from them without punishment. Our society knows how destructive the very few inter-clan marriages were. The problem is not to support a cause that doesn’t exist. It is to bluff a useless discrimination. The Gabooye community, as it calls itself in this vast pool of clan society, suffers from none other than the label we placed on it. Our mythology holds no truth; but to unravel it needs serious minded intellectuals who should act upon their convictions. Our bigotry goes against our Islamic teachings, we should eliminate it by modeling freedom for those chained by prejudice. This will put an end to it. We do not need cloaks of political correctness but the genuine desire should be to lead our minds and others from darkness to light. Political participation should not be requested by manifestoes but should be guaranteed and welcomed as citizenship right. What is there other than to look inward into our own deficiencies that can solve this problem? Rhoda A. Rageh

This is your request my friend...sorry if it took me sometime. -------- Nabil: From East End of London: Came to England when he was 9 years of age Ali: South West London- Fulham- Came to London around the age of 7, his father was Seaman Farah: From Aldgate, East London-bordering the City- Came to England at the age of 17 . All of them are in their early twenties: 24, 25 and 24 respectively The time was three o’clock post meridiam and the location is the majestic building of one of the London’s most awe-inspiring landmarks. The three chaps went into the room where they wanted to be transcend into the world that is an ancient as IT IS!. After few moments of what seemed tediously bore to one of the chaps, Nabil with his cheesy grin said, what are we doing here! This is boring man; let us go to the fun land. With astonishing look on his hackneyed face Farah says, come on Nabil this is Heaven. Annoyed with the response of his fellow friend, Nabil seeks refugee in the hands of Ali; come on bruv, you know this is boring man, back me up man! This geezer is blinded bruv. With immense grin in his worn-out mouth Ali says, let us just give it a time huh!. Disappointed with Ali’s response he headed to an effigy that was nearly unrecognisable. He stood there for a while and tried to figure out why these statuettes were here! He thought what a rotting bore this is!. Farah rushed towards where Nabil was standing and said, excellent piece of carving! Do you know who this is asked Farah? Nabil was like duh he is some sort of Egyptian King or something as heavy as that man. Farah smiled and said, not quite this is a figure recently discovered and it is believed to be Khnum the ancient god of Egyptians; you see in not like any other god but the one who created them all. Nabil couldn’t hold a soundly laughter!! Woow, he is an ugly god- I can never imagine how Egyptians looked if their god was as bummer as this man!. You know what they say in Somali “inantii hooyadeed harrorka tuntaa iyadana haadintey taqaanaa” Farah was furious with such a hideous ridicule to an art that had been preserved for thousands of years. Come on, see the bigger picture rejoined farah, don’t see this as black and white. Forget about the approximation of reality, which you are currently unwarily making. See from artistic point of view. What are you on about mate, what the heck is art? This is piece of shit man, it looks ugly to be anything valuable said Nabil with an air of satisfaction. Farah: okay, perhaps I can make you see the preciousness of this piece if you allow we have a civilised discussion? Nabil: Fat chance of that happening Farah: Just be open minded and try to see the picture I am drawing here! Nabil: It better bee prettier than the one we are standing in front of Farah: uuh, so you think beauty is something you can attach value to it? Nabil: yeah man, beautiful women are more valuable than say an ugly one Farah: what, what do you mean beautiful women? And what do you attach value to it, in other words who do you decide what is valuable? Nabil: you are being faarax bruv, value because is it valuable to me man and I don’t give a toss what you say. Ali joins them Ali: ooh, I see you guys are having a discussion on this piece of shit! Let us leave this place I am really bored. I have had it with the cultural emancipation for a day man, Farah, let us go and have a tea. Where you suggest we go? Farah: Hold it right there, we are in the middle of thought provoking discourse of which I shall make the truth be the centre of all reality. Nabil: what are you on about man, since you have read all these fat books in your room you have turned someone else man. What happened to the cool guy with the Somali poetical language? You have become something strange man Farah: let us rid off this personal echo, let us deal with the issues at hand! Ali: we shall do so when we go to a coffee house, there is good one in Shaftsbury avenue! We may as well go there since we are in cultural tour for the day. After walking through Holborn and seeing different………………………….. The coffee house was charmingly decorated with intensely rich colours that calm your nerves especially after a day of a long pseudo-philosophical discussion. After ordering their respective.... ------ Thus Spake the Old Nomad Sophist

Kool-kat lol Well.... How can i be burned by it (love) when I don't in it (love) that much. It is just a myth... a very old one...

Haven't you heard 'Good memories are happiness'? Ask yourself...what is happiness? Happiness comes from the past. People say.....'Those were good old days' .... It is very difficult to be satisfyingly happy with present occurrences. You have to rewind back your memories and remember good things that happened to you in the past ... and life is today not tommorrow Beri hore waxa jirey.....! so and so on

I was being a realist to some extent when i said something about love. Love in definition is just LUST+TENDERNESS, what usually seems as spiritual is more related to the feeling of being tender to someone or having a tender sexual+sensual feeling towards one. For instance, as BARWAAQO mentioned, to like is more powerful than to love, coz loving is a one facced situation whereby you love to be one thing to someone, to be a lover. But when it comes to like - ing...it is much more inclussive: it has friendship in it; it has inspiration in it, mutual or general personal respect towards the one you've liked. Look at how weak love can be. Whenever someone grows out of love, the next thing that'll follow most of the time is hate....but liking someone wouldn't likely yield to hate. When someone tells you "I love you" you should bear in mind that it also means "I hate you"

The secret is, the dumber you are, the better love-life the test gives you.

You GOT a score of 7 out of 11 You rating: Normal Intelligence This is based on the Simon Evans score rating systemanswers below Your Projected Love Life: Wow! Your love life is bi*chin This test is wierd indeed! The "dead man's widow" tricked me into saying YES!

CHICKEN = Digaag or dooro COCOUNUT = Qumbe SHADOW = Hoos LIPS = Bishimo (bushimo) or Faruur-yo NAILS = Cidiyo, NAIL = Cidi BROKER = Dillaal (nin-dhexaad) ZEBRA = Dameer-Farow CROCODILE = Yixaas or Yaxaas SHARK = Libaax-Badeed SHIP = Markab, COCK = Diiq, (verb; Cock = Cabeey-buntuqa)

Why not give him the gift of all gifts. Give him something thats not only material but also spiritual. Buy him a book that'll enlighten him Islamically, a book by which everytime he sees a mosque he is reminded of you. And that everytime he hears a good advice, virtue and enlightment he thinks of you. That way your image may manifest itself in his inner world - inner memory. Just a suggestion.

Be wise to the sister ppl. She only did what every other human would have done. There is nothing much to it, afterall we're all in the same species. Does it matter if one is black or white? No it doesn't. There are many inherent prejudices and mischief in our community. And these days there is no such thing as perfect Somali tradition, most of it actually conflicts our religious belives. Look at how we treated Somali bantus! morally un-aceptable and devious. So are we qualified to do be rightious? No... To the poster: If the man is a good Muslim then marry him. You shouldn't be bothered by his colour but his creed.

Be wise to the sister ppl. She only did what every other human would have done. There is nothing much to it, afterall we're all in the same species. Does it matter if one is black or white? No it doesn't. There are many inherent prejudices and mischief in our community. And these days there is no such thing as perfect Somali tradition, most of it actually conflicts our religious belives. Look at how we treated Somali bantus! morally un-aceptable and devious. So are we qualified to do be rightious? No... To the poster: If the man is a good Muslim then marry him. You shouldn't be bothered by his colour but his creed.

Be wise to the sister ppl. She only did what every other human would have done. There is nothing much to it, afterall we're all in the same species. Does it matter if one is black or white? No it doesn't. There are many inherent prejudices and mischief in our community. And these days there is no such thing as perfect Somali tradition, most of it actually conflicts our religious belives. Look at how we treated Somali bantus! morally un-aceptable and devious. So are we qualified to do be rightious? No... To the poster: If the man is a good Muslim then marry him. You shouldn't be bothered by his colour but his creed.

Be wise to the sister ppl. She only did what every other human would have done. There is nothing much to it, afterall we're all in the same species. Does it matter if one is black or white? No it doesn't. There are many inherent prejudices and mischief in our community. And these days there is no such thing as perfect Somali tradition, most of it actually conflicts our religious belives. Look at how we treated Somali bantus! morally un-aceptable and devious. So are we qualified to do be rightious? No... To the poster: If the man is a good Muslim then marry him. You shouldn't be bothered by his colour but his creed.

LOVE = another term for dependency or weakness. You love someone to depend on him/her emotionally, sexually or psychologically. You feel lonely and desperate when they're not with you anymore, meaning you depend on them for their company. For me i feel it is a weakness to warrior who might have otherwise fought a battle but when his loved ones are used as a bait...he is no more a warrior. Love between a girl and a boy is an emotional torment and sometimes it can be used as a tool to hurt. If your intention is to find a lasting love, my advice is, first get married and then learn to love your lover.... that way, the love between you and the other might last coz you've learnt to live and rely on each on every aspect of life. Take it easy!

We're yet to witness the greatest Somali. There hasn't been any as far as I am concerned.