hey nafta en dawoco leuk dat u nl spreken. Ik reageer beetje laat maar is ok Hey gaan jullie weleens naar paltalk? daar zijn echt veel kaaskoppen waalahi. girls let's talk ok

hi all Is it xaraam to have a piercing in your body? such as ones in ear, nose, tongue and in the navel? can you pray while u are wearing it? especialy in your tongue and nose?? :confused: :confused:

hi all Is it xaraam to have a piercing in your body? such as ones in ear, nose, tongue and in the navel? can you pray while u are wearing it? especialy in your tongue and nose?? :confused: :confused:

hi all Is it xaraam to have a piercing in your body? such as ones in ear, nose, tongue and in the navel? can you pray while u are wearing it? especialy in your tongue and nose?? :confused: :confused:

hi all Is it xaraam to have a piercing in your body? such as ones in ear, nose, tongue and in the navel? can you pray while u are wearing it? especialy in your tongue and nose?? :confused: :confused:

MY love If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can. I prize thy love more then whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray. Then while we live, in love let's so persevere, That when we live no more, we may live ever.

MY love If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can. I prize thy love more then whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray. Then while we live, in love let's so persevere, That when we live no more, we may live ever.

MY love If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can. I prize thy love more then whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray. Then while we live, in love let's so persevere, That when we live no more, we may live ever.

MY love If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can. I prize thy love more then whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray. Then while we live, in love let's so persevere, That when we live no more, we may live ever.

First Love is always hte greaste love I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. He face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when he looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, :rolleyes: Words from my eyes did start. :eek: They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can return no more.

jaceyka qiimihisa lama so koo bikaro I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. His face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when he looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow He seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can return no more. If don't belive in love have at least a respect for those ppl who are in love

I Write My Mother a Poem Sometimes I feel her easing further into her grave, resigned, as always, and I have to come to her rescue. Like now, when I have so much else to do. Not that she'd want a poem. She would have been proud, of course, of all its mystery, involving her, but scared a little. Her eyes would have filled with tears. It always comes to that, I don't know why I bother. One gesture and she's gone down a well of raw feeling, and I'm left alone again. I avert my eyes, to keep from scaring her. On her dresser is one of those old glass bottles of Jergen's Lotion with the black label, a little round bottle of Mum deodorant, a white plastic tray with Avon necklaces and earrings, pennies, paper clips, and a large black coat button. I appear to be very interested in these objects, even interested in the sun through the blinds. It falls across her face, and not, as she changes the bed. She would rather have clean sheets than my poem, but as long as I don't bother her, she's glad to know I care. She's talked my father into taking a drive later, stopping for drinks and foods. She is dreaming of foam on the glass, the tray propped on the car window. And trees, farmhouses, the expanse of the world as seen from inside the car. It is no use to try to get her out to watch airplanes take off, or walk a trail, or hear this poem and offer anything more than "Isn't that sweet!" Right now bombs are exploding in Kosovo,Iraq students shot in Colorado, and my mother is wearing peace and love sign on her face. I know there no words can description what mothers do for their children...! god bless all mothers i love you hooyo

salaam mucalekum Is it xaraam to have a piercing in your body? such as ones in ear, nose, tongue and in the navel? :rolleyes: can you pray while u are wearing it? especialy in your tongue and nose?? :confused:

salaan caleykum, I have been living many years in europe. I went to so many somalis wedding parties. what my realy disapointed is that none of the brids and grooms were not wearing our traditational weddings clothes!!!!! They only were waering white wedding dress and suits which is horrible expensive.!!!!! what happend our traditional wedding traditional clothes!!! such as:gareysii,cuuntino, and saadix qeedkii!!!! :eek: Why are somalis ppl taking over from someone else's traditionals and forgotten their own traditional, :mad: I live now where are a lot of somalis ppl are living. they doing very well in the business. however they open only clothes shops for womens and internet& telephone connections shops. in every sigle street and it's all sameeeee!!!! but is good.. I know the fashion is very important in this century. But changing your own traditional is not fashionable!!!! It's something where u should be proud about it, and to show the others that u have a beautyful traditional.. what also make me angry is that somalis ppl moving from country to another country. why they couldn't stay in one country and make something especial and back to their own country.

i think woman who can box is a good self defens. bosxing is one of my hobbies.