Sheh...In my dreams money is no object but seriously that is one pretty bag. A good idea is to try shop for pricey things when you are on holiday, £££s will go a long way. It's better to spend on a nice pretty leather bag that doesn't break the bank, I mean these bags change every few weeks/months. Blessed I love the Kimo, it looks like a spring/summer top that actually covers, what a shock. Like everything else there is a time for heels and a time for flats, but don't become grannies just yet.

Brother Nur, the brother asked a simple question and you are judging him before you even know him. I suggest you get a translation of the Quran, The Noble Quran isn't that hard (I hope) to understand. Look on the index under death, there will be a huge list but you ll see one that describes what happends after death. I am not knowledgeable enough to site verse by verse for you.

Yes, me too^^^^ money should not be an object when it comes to such issues...

I hate the RED Day...enough said.

Justice, what a heavenly bag! I want it, its so beautuful, classy without looking trashy. White is quiet a dangerous colour. Girls, try your best to stay away from typical high street looks that are mass produced, you ll only look like everyone else. I am into trench coats at the moment, I know its been around since autumn, but maybe I should wait for the deliscious ice cream colours of spring, what do you think girls? I ll see if I can dig some up.

I have always admired Rageh for his porfessional achievements and the way he presented the Iraq war as not one big action movie but with a very tragic human side. Oh and how he annoyed the Jewish owned newspapers in the UK.

As Cilmi & Sumaya drove into the rainy evening, 'Maclain' Yusuf smiled in delight and excitement. He should have been quiet outraged but on the contrary the situation could be played out much better this way. Instantly his brows colappsed into a frown and his beady little eyes shown more brilliant under the blanket of the lazy 40 watt light bulp. On numerous occasion Macalin Yusuf as the children of the weekly Madrassa class referred to him, attempted to motivate Saumaya into taking a more active role in the mosque, preferebly in him. He enjoyed the respect his position gave him, how men tapped him on the back and the elder women invited him for family visits and competed with each other to steer his interest in towards the direction of their daughters. In his eyes, most of them were filthy westernized girls who focused more on foreign men and wearing tight jeans. Sumaya however, had an innocent quality about her. Last he visited their house, she appeared uninterested in him, which he took as a sign of shyness and maturity. He had since hoped to be reinvited but had so far been unsucessful. Perhaps her little brother Mahad needed more in depth Kuranic lessons? He will see to this, first a word with his sister Shamso was necessary. Shamso, was a woman of comfortable size, if one wanted to be polite. She spend her days in perfect routine of cooking, cleaning, looking after her five children as well as keeping abreast of new developments of the outside world through her free 6pm to 6 am telephone deal. She occasionally watched the news to appear authrotive on certain issues. Shamso was always pleased to see her younger brother, whom despite the age gap she admired greatly. He had become respectable in the community and there was even talk of him eventually becoming a paid Imam at the mosque. Once plesentaries were exchanged, the topic drifted towards the children of the Madrassa and the sister of one of those children. Shamso’s ears imagined her ears sharpening for more details as her brother discussed this girl. She had heard of the little tramp before. Though her mother was a respectable woman, Lord knows what had happened with the daughter. Shamso knew there was something not right with Samiyo, she just knew, if only she had proof. As she listened to the feigned shock in her brothers voice describing her entering the car of a man in the early evening, she listened intendly. Yusuf: Walalo, I am worried for her, she is a good girl, from good family, I cannot warn her about these issues. Shamso: Ha, Wallahi its broblem these days. I know the girl, I will talk with her older sister, she has a daughter in my son’s school. Or maybe the mother or even the girl herself. She is from guut family. Yusuf: Yes, I like that family, I was hoping to be part of that family one day. Shamso: laughs My dear brother, any family or woman would be lucky to have you. Mentallly Shamso felt like puking, although malicious excitement gripped her. Finally! Finally she had something to pinn the woman with and make her brother see sense. Yusuf: I will leave it with you then sister. I must go now. Yusuf puts on his jacket with the knowledge that his sister will inform the family, and a few other people will know as well. Once there is talk of her reputation he would step in as the knight-in-shining-armour and offer her marriage and a chance to cleanse herself of this. Shamso shows out her brother out. The children had all been put to bed. She walks over to the cordless telephone on the coffee table, sitting her large behind on the cold leather sofa whilst stretching her legs. She waits for the peep of the dail to end at the other side. Shamso hears the ‘Hallow’ of her friend Cibaado and begins her tale. Shamso: Na ya hee, you will never believe waxa cawo meeshan ligu keenay. Did you know Caasho’s daughter Sumaya? Dee inanti, Waxa la yiri, this evening niin madow, ayo Jamaican loo maleyna, ayyee 11 o clock la see socotay. Cibaado: Miya, wallle waan ogay taas inee kheyr so wadin, indheheeda aya ba laga garanaye. Shamso: Yes, hada dee, iga guuri warka…. Cibaado: Haye, ininka jamaicanka halku usii wattay? ... (No offence to any wadaads, this is purely fictional & in no way represents all wadaads)

Whilst the book appears to be a ridicules simplification of marrige life, you can't deny that women are overworked and most are living on the edge of stress if not fully stressed out.

Zahra, start with the basics, as they say, if teh heart is in the right direction the limbs will follow. Blessed, what country are you in?

Che, I agree laakin I was never raised in Somalia and I have never wittnessed a gun being shot. So everyone is different. Had I been in someone else's shoes I may have been different.

My best friend is Iranian and they have close contact with relatives back in Iran. The stories you hear are not pleasant. Whilst Iran is a dignified nation, I don't hesitate to state that many of the actions of the government are corrupt & unislamic, then again, the same can be said of Saudi Arabia.

Dont ignore my q ppl! How old is Mozart this year?

I have two bestfriends from high school and I have known them for 12 years now, I know I can tell them anything and they won't even pass it on between each other. I also have a few male friends but they are only good to have a laugh with. For some reason I find myself to be the keeper of people's deepest thoughts, I mean they tell me stuff they don't want to share with their fam or best friends. I know so many things about ppl's lives but when it comes to me I tend to share less, probably because its better that way. I must agree with Blessed , I tend to get nervous when I meet people who like to gossip non-stop about others, it's off putting really. I find myself making excuses for the ones who are being gossiped about. I also find older women love to gossip about younger girls and especially their love life or sucesses and failures, I wonder why a 50 year old would be interested in the live of a 20 smt year old? Strange wallahi.

I think reform is necessary, but it depends on which side you see it from. I think Muslims must stop this indifference to what happens to our religion & anyone outside our own family. Reform through returning to the Quran & Sunna. Take our own community as an example, most people's knowledge of Islam is based on hear-say. Muslims need to be reformed not Islam. Of course weaker minds think invention in religion is clearly justified to deal with current 'difficulties'. Nobody said it was going to be easy.

I think the biggest enemy of our religion are those people who do or say evil things in the name of Allah & Islam. I don't think anyone can repair the damage they have done. This is closely followed by invention in religion & pick and mix type of what's important in Islam. Oh not to mention a sleeping Ummah, where half the populations brains are wasted on idle gossip and getting fat...and the list goes on. Jews have always been around, did Muslims not trade with them in the past? Why are they all of a sudden so dangerous? Because they have been intelligent enough to make themselves powerful? I think too much significance is given to them. Again, tyrants & hypocrites have been around since the beginning of time.

May Allah guide them, going to throw up now...

'Can't you take a joke' is the biggest type of bullying mentality. This issue has been talked to death, lets not make those ignorant cartoonist any more famous.

I used to be told that qabiil was an issue of old Somalia and that people who were raised in western countries, especially young generations were not interested in such things. Was I wrong or what. My first day in high school was right after we moved to England. The head of year assigned me to a Somali girl from another class to show me around the school. First thing she asked me before my name was what 'qolo' I was. Confused 12 year old me thinking, what is she on about? Then she asked me what qabiil I was. I told her I would need to check with hoyo and get back to her. I mean this was a 15 year old girl. My family was never into tribes, my parents did't feel the need to brainwash us of how superior we are to everyoen else. It would have been hard to critisize anyone as we almost have every tribe in our family. I think that helps too. This is not to say I have never overheard an aunt or a fam friend making sweeping statements such as 'aqas typical tribe X'. Defending these kind of ppl always had me termed 'fish & chips' with no clue. Castro , I went to one of those fundraisers, whilst I was supportive of the notion, I kept asking how many high schools are there in the region? Apparently 4. Ok, how many hospitals? Scilence...surely a hospital is more important than a university...scilense. And this is in a region where there is not 1 hospital and you hear of horrific deaths that could have been easily prevented. Another case here in London, last year where a 30 year old family friend of the victim picked her up on her way from school and raped her. The 15 year old girl was living with relatives at the time. The police was called only to be told soon after that the 'community' would deal with it to find the guy, that they would get back to the police & would not be filing a complaint at the present. Suprise suprise, his clan came with money & apology, requesting that his future be not ruined, I mean the nerve of it! They were from the same clan & the relatives accepted the apology. They even offered to marry the girl. These kinds of things are sweapt under the carpet all the time. I heard that the girl has become a run away and is now living in a foster home. It's sad to pretend that clanism is a thing of the past. It's well & living, fed by parents/aunts/gradnparents on a daily basis. As for Sangub, I don't think anyone apart from family should be supporting him until he is proven guilty or innocent. I mean why the blind support? He could well be guilty, as I suspect. As Muslims we are required to speak the turth, even if it is against ourselves. Allah knows best.

^^^ War mongers. Did anyone watch the demonstrations by the Danish ppl, to apologise & call for peace?

Northener, I agree. Seeker, I wish we had more peopel like you, the spirit of Islam is endurance and peace. I was just watching the news and there is talk of arresting protestors in London, the ones who carried posters calling for the death of those who published the cartoons. Incitement of murder is a crime in the UK. They are analysing video footage.

West Indian? How old is Mozart this year?

Foxy lol, 'should anything happen to you' , you sound like those day time tv ads. I believe in khadar/fate call it whatever you want. What is meant to be will be, instead of wasting your heard eraned money insuring fron your toaster to car to even your life. BAD things will happen, thats a fact in life, saving money that is yours alone without some 3rd party nonesens is a much better option. Besides, it kind of makes everything so careful, and bleak.

UD Relax walal, I am in no danger of ever begging a man for his money. Having said that, it's suspicious attitudes such as yours that makes money a suspicious issue? If money is of no importance why make such a big deal out of it? Why hide it? Why can it not be trasparrant?

loooooool, sorry I can't help but laugh at voilence.

Insurance? Just how old are you all? Long live what's mine is mine and whats yours is ours attitude. Do men really thing the hight of women's wants are jewlery and new clothes? I was thinking more along the lines of holidays in Barbados, cars, etc. If you can't share money, dont expect to share aything more serious than that. A friend of mine is getting married this summer. Highly independent, carrer girl with her own money. She has a bit of a problem with having a joint account. So the concern is ther on both sides. She is planning on her own account as well. I mean, how can you keep money a secret? Isn't that like lying?