Prometheus;695446 wrote: حدثني أبو جاني بي بن العقول ‘ أخبرنا النورف بن المأفون ‘ عن الانجنون الكاتب ‘ عن خاله ‘ عن البرميثس عن أبي سعيد الخدري أنه قال: بينا أنا جالس ذات ليلة عند بيت أبي بوب إذا سألني أحد الاعراب - و أظنه راعي الغنم - عن إباحة كتابة البسلمة على الأوراق ‘ وقد كان في يده ورقة أرانيها قائلاً (( أتمنى أن أبعث بهذه الرسالة الى القوم ‘ وها أنذا استفتحتها بالبسملة الكريمة ‘ فهل ترون أمراَ محظوراً في هذا العمل)). و قد كان متوهما ان االذي فعله غير مباح. قلت: ((لا بأس بها ‘ كان أبو هريرة يفعل مثله ‘ ولم يرغبه النبي عن ذلك)) صححه البرميثس قال الشيخ نور (( البرميثس هذا لا يحتج به‘ كان مطعونا في دينه ‘ من أصحاب الفلسفة والتجربة ‘ اتهمه الشيخ المادي بالزندقة)) قال ابتجيس صاحب الرسائل المشهورة ((نحن غير قاطعين بإلحاد الرجل ‘ وكيف وهو يدعي أنه مسلم ‘ إلا اننا نراه واغلا في البدعة والعقلنة ‘ ولاسيما استهزاءه بالنصوص المقدسة‘ فتأمل you can mock all you like - you have already become synonymous with mockery ! Edit - I wonder what the Islamic ruling regarding wanting to see all those that mocked Islam/Allah or His Speech - on the day of Judgement and to remind them of their mockery - just to see their face - now that is what i would call priceless.

Jacaylbaro - i ask you to arrest this guy - not join him! Somaliland: Past, Present and Future, part 3 Somaliland: Past, Present and Future, part 4

Chimera - (half ri' half nymph) - me ol' mucker -i knew you were dutch - but i didn't you were a cadaan as well - how is your pal Geert Wilder - has he been locked up yet? Ibti - naga daa dee - ii sheekay - sheeko, sheeko - Sheeko xariir ah, Shillin..... Juxa - Dumaashi, xididka iyo axdiga ilaali - sumcadaydana meel ha u ga dhicin - anigu dumaashiday illeyn uma gacan qaadee Ibti in loo gacan qaado waa dhaqankeeda - in Burco - on Valentine's Day - dumarka gacan adag baa lagu qabtaa the harder the hand - the deeper the love

Ms Moons - dayaxa daydayo! Juxa - (you right) - Ayoub i was just joking saxiib - there is no barbecue - hablahaan ka masayrinaayey uun Malika - that is bit extreme - how about i invite you to SSC party in Southall - would you still rather die? Ibti - I don't know - what are you thinking? p.s. - JB dirty minded thread is few pages back?

:confused:@deedsiyimo & deedisi - there you go again - writing bengali. Don't tempt me - i might just put together a camel raiding crew - and you know what happens - when a camel raiding crew - can't find any camels - they raid the next best thing after camels

Hablihiina - waa maxay bakhaylnimadaan cad - miyaaydin Soomaali ahayn - maalin walba waxaad la soo taagantihin cake iyo cunto la'isku macsumaayo - marna idinkama helin/akhrin - macsumad aad walaalahiin of the menfolk u fidiseen. Waxaan waa xad dhaf - Illahay baan idinku dhaariye - ma dhaqannada Bengali, Sujui iyo Duth ayaad ka doorbideen - dhaqankii Soomaalida iyo deeqsinimada lagu yiqiin??? War anaga wax aragnay - i am not going to stand for this. Listen Guys - I am throwing barbecue party this Saturday at Bristol Beach - plenty of food to go around - Only dhaqanyaqaans and Soomaali deeqsiyeen ah are welcome. No Bengali, Duth or Sujuis allowed.

^waxaad dhahdaa "face!, bovvered?" - 'bothered' sounds so old - & I had you pictured as 21 years old sujui Lol@ Ngonge's maxaad igu nacday Reer waqooyinimaday kugu nacday ma istidhi - on account of her being from 'Konfuria' (sic)

NGONGE;695160 wrote: Heh. Look at Sayid, he's showing us his muscles again. I have to flex my muscles once in while - to keep you in check - just in case - you get the wrong impression that you run things around here. Now that i have done that and given that you noted it - i'll go for my lunch - Lamb Tangine is calling. :cool:

*Ibtisam;695156 wrote: JB friends aan nahey- and we are family too, wax danah in public gossipi maha- waban tebey eh! Laakin adigu qof baad iska ceydey and insulted her- you basicly called her a h* yaa ba dhe! :confused: I don't understand Bengali - marka - either stick to Af gaalo or Af Burco - hell, you can even mix them - but stop adding Bengali into the mix

^^war naga dhex bax - yaanan adigana kugu wayrixine - can't you see we are on the war path to Burco. Ibti - Gossiping about supposed online guardian whilst lecturing at me about manners physician heal thyself! haddaad carabkaas isoo didho - fer baan labada daan ugu dheeli tiraya - giving him permanent taqsiin on both cheeks. Waakaase - car af ka hayla soo aado - about chill warya :mad:

Heh@ Edit and Somali women wax ka sheeg. 1. Somali women - waa waalidkay iyo walaalahay - uma quro in aan aflagadeyo. 2. I don't believe the poster to be a woman - and my gripe is not with the subject matter - rather the abuse of honourable Somali name, which also belongs to me 3. As for your order re editing - here is my response; - Mar haddaan wadaad aayad diin, ila ekeynaynin - Ama aan aniga lay odhan karayn, tanu ahaan mayso - Allow yaa af lama daaliyee, iga asluubeysta Wyre, Ustaad - my awoowe (AUN) also said; - Ha lays dilo dagaal waxaan ahayn, daawo lagu waaye (i would add - even online)

heh@cheer up? :confused: Don't point your arrows at me, young man - you know better than to address me with gestures - besides - who told you need - cheering up?

wyre;695135 wrote: Qardho maxaa ku helay jufme:D Don't you have protests in Middle East to report, Wyre Davies? Qardho qoorta kala bax - anagoo - already - qatiyaan ka ah ku dheeldheelka magacayaga suuban - baad tuuladayadii soo qaadaysa meshaad. War naga leexo wayraxyahow kala wareersan. Ibti - the poster sounds like they went around the block five times and each time scraped the bottom of the barrel four times - hence the 20 list. shankaroon indeed.

Hello Ibti - and you ended marrying one at "coming from paradise" - malaha - she is an atheist - bunch of scornful sarcastics. Hello Juxa - would have colourful/vibrant xasidad - been any better?

magaca Faaraxow - xaal qaado! 13- one who forgot his religion, culture 17- farax with smelly breath yet tryin to kiss u after u seein him inu laqay alaabta mintiga ah oh pls what did you expect a man who forgot his religion and culture to do and would have you let him kiss you if he didn't have smelly breath??:rolleyes: Faarax this, Faarax that - Fanaxay Faarax ku fuul!

School teacher 'sprayed children who smelt of curry with air freshener' Teacher Elizabeth Davies sprayed air freshener on Asian children if they smelled of curry in the mornings, a disciplinary hearing was told yesterday. Mrs Davies is accused of ‘humiliating’ children aged between three and six by using the aerosol on them in her nursery class. The 48-year-old was said to have told Bangladeshi children who smelled of onions or curry, ‘There is a waft coming in from paradise’ before blasting the air freshener. Davies, who had 20 years’ experience, is also said to have sprayed pupils who broke wind, washed their hands with pine disinfectant and made them stand on newspaper if they wet themselves. Her classroom assistant, Jan Islam, said: ‘Mrs Davies would say that we are not here to babysit the children and to call their parents. Pupils would be told to stand on newspaper until their parents arrive to collect them.’ Davies worked at Swansea’s Hafod Primary School, where more than half the 260 children were from a Bangladeshi background. She was sacked from her £34,000-a-year job over ‘child protection concerns’ in April last year. She had been suspended on full pay for 18 months while the case was investigated. Yesterday, she denied five charges at a General Teaching Council hearing and could be struck off. Mrs Islam told the hearing: ‘Mrs Davies would wash the children’s hands in a bowl containing pine disinfectant. She would spray air freshener almost daily. Children would sit on the carpet. If they had broken wind she would stand above them and spray air freshener at them.’ Asked what harm air freshener could cause to young children, headteacher Rachel Webb told the hearing: ‘It is demeaning, dangerous and embarrassing for a child. It could cause serious damage to a child’s health.’ The case continues.

^ Ayoub is in charge of Xabaal qodista - not me - i was just clarifying something.

^Prove it

^^ :D I agree with you Ngonge - how are we to know until we tasted it

Here is the original story - before it was xalimonised! BY DHARMRAO BABA ATRAM MAY 5, 2004 | ISSUE 40•18 My dearest Anjana Shah, it is difficult to believe that we have been husband and wife for five years on this very day. Where has the time gone? It seems like only yesterday the entire village gathered together to feast in celebration of your acceptance into the Atram family. Do you recall the delicious feast you prepared? Ah, Anjana, dearest wife, there are so many things I would like to express to you, I feel my heart will burst! Dear, sweet wife, we've had our share of troubles, but we're stronger for them. Not once have I regretted our agreement, not for even a second. Darling, just looking into your beautiful brown eyes each morning is worth more than four goats. You were well worth the nine. Though my father assured me that his choice was sound, I worried initially that he was thinking only of your dowry. I suspected him of choosing you in order to bring the nine goats into our extended family, heedless of the fact that you were not the right woman for me. I feared that your hands were too soft and delicate to work the fields and dig groundnuts. I told my father that, at 16, you were rather old. I worried that your hips were too slim to bear my children, and you confirmed my fears when our first baby was stillborn. That did not please me. And, in our first year of marriage, your habit of slipping out at night to see your sick mother forced me to observe the family tradition and beat you with a bullhide strap. But I promise that I never took pleasure in flogging you. Even as I flogged you, I had affection in my heart. But in the second year of our star-crossed marriage, you made my affectionate heart soar when you gave me a strong, healthy son. Only 10 full moons later, another son arrived... and then another and another, and today we have hope of a fifth. You may think it strange and impractical for me to say this, but I secretly hope that my next child is a girl. Even though she will be a burden on myself and my sons, you will enjoy teaching her the traditional songs, and she can help you with the cooking of our meals and cleaning of our house. We will guard her purity and, when she reaches the age of 12, she will be able to make another man as happy as you have made me, my beloved angel. Of course, if the girl should have some defect that would render her undesirable to a potential groom—a clubfoot, for example—then you will drown her beneath the waterfall at Binagonda. I have always admired your strength, my darling. Even today, though you are heavy with child, you spent the day fortifying the walls of our home with mud and straw. I remember the day you hurt your leg in the fields. In spite of the pain, you spent the entire day working. When you came home with a tear-stained face and only a half-basket of groundnuts, I was so impressed with your perseverance that I sat you down and gave you a cup of ginger tea before I got out the bullhide strap. But I love you for many reasons besides your strength, my angel. I love you for your purity, broken for the first time on the night of our marriage. Since the night of your deflowering, you have conducted yourself with dignity. You do not raise your voice like some of the women in the village. You did not cry and carry on when our crops were trampled by sheep, though you knew that it would take you several arduous weeks to replant them. You never need to be told to walk three paces behind me. You never need to be told to keep your head down while I speak. You never need to be asked to wash my feet when I come home from a long day of drinking and singing. You are everything to me. I will never forget the first time I realized how much you mean to me. Do you recall the afternoon when three of the precious dowry goats got loose? Without a thought of the dangers of the approaching night, you searched the entire Deccan Plateau, carrying our son Lam with you all the while, walking as far as the Hanuman Temple at Chaprala. When dawn arrived, I was very worried—and hungry, because you had not been there to prepare dinner the night before (which did not please me). But the fear of losing you to wild animals or bandits made me realize just how much you mean to me. When you finally showed up at the door, I made you promise never to leave the confines of the village again, not even to walk to the market in Vadpur. The following night, my stomach nicely full, I stayed up very late alone in the night drinking from a bottle of Mahua flower water my father had given me shortly before he passed into his next life. Looking at the stars, set like gems in the inky night, I thanked my father. "Thank you, sir," I said. "Truly, you made the right marriage for me." Anjana Shah, I would not give you up for 20 goats. I would not lose you for even 30 goats. I would not give you up for a bicycle, a cart, or even a transistor radio. Dear heart, I tell you I speak the truth when I say that a thousand raging rivers could not drag you from me! That is how much I love you. I will love you well after the goats have grown too old to produce milk, and have been slaughtered for their meat.

Ngonge - what do you doubt? Agree about the cuts - hence would make sense to put stipulations that would ensure majority of the said funds would never be paid - on account of people not selling their soul for half baked bread. oh blondy - P.O. will you - or better yet - go an answer those questions - Haddii kale Hargaysa ......:....BRDG.......

People who post youtubes here all day every day - where do you work? cost i would like to apply for job there

the rumour mill is abound with conspiracies - one being - in order for groups to get funding under this scheme - they have to sign to certain principles - e.g: - Gays are Good (for everybody) - Israel has right to exist (for the Arabs) - there is no honour in honour killing (for the Indian sub-continent) - Clan is everything (for the Somalis) on serious note - apparently this is a scheme to stifle the funding of Muslim charities and associations unless they ascribe to certain principles that are packaged as being British

I still don't get it .......... The Big Society is a society in which individual citizens feel big: big in terms of being supported and enabled; having real and regular influence; being capable of creating change in their neighbourhood. Does our society pass this test at the moment? Well, only 4 out of 10 of us believe that we can influence local decisions. Only 1 in 33 of us attend public meetings. We feel anger and frustration at the recent behaviour of both the City and Westminster and relatively powerless to change them. We are often anonymous tax-payers without a real sense of how our money gets spent. Most of us try to be reasonably good citizens but our influence seems very small. The Big Society is a powerful vision to change this, creating a nation of empowered citizens and communities. It has been articulated by Prime Minister David Cameron, but is linked to some of the best ideas across the political spectrum. People have interpreted the ideas and vision in different ways, but we see the core of the big society as three principles: Empowering individuals and communities : Decentralising and redistributing power not just from Whitehall to local government, but also directly to communities, neighbourhoods and individuals Encouraging social responsibility: Encouraging organisations and individuals to get involved in social action, whether small neighbourly activities like hosting a Big Lunch to large collective actions like saving the local post office Creating an enabling and accountable state : Transforming government action from top-down micromanagement and one-size-fits-all solutions to a flexible approach defined by transparency, payment by results, and support for social enterprise and cooperatives Big Society Action This is a bottom-up vision, not a government program dictated from the state to citizens. Big Society is about a cultural change where people “don’t always turn to officials, local authorities or central government for answers to the problems they face but instead feel both free and powerful enough to help themselves and their own communities.” As the Big Society Networ k, we are just one small component of the diverse range of local groups, social organisations and individual actions that define ‘big society’. There are 900,000 to 1 million community groups in this country and an estimated 238,000 social entrepreneurs . There are countless charities and voluntary organisations, many of which are small and local. These groups are the Big Society in action and have been for many years. Without their work, the UK couldn’t function, and we see the Network’s role as signposting, supporting and strengthening them. Big Society Policy The government has, however, articulated a range of policies to support this vision. An overview can be found here and here. Nick Hurd MP is the Minister for Civil Society and Lord Wei is the Prime Minister’s Adviser on Big Society. Flagship policies include the Big Society Bank , which will help finance social enterprises, charities and voluntary groups; the training of 5,000 new community organisers; and the creation of a National Citizen Service program. Other key policy reforms include the Localism Bill , which will reform the planning system to empower neighbourhoods, and reforms to enable public service employees to form independent employee-owned co-operatives.

Well, you all heard of Mr Cameron 's speech or as some have called it his multiculturalism obituary and how clear it was - in his opinion at least - definitions and failures and particularly his blame that it all failed because of Muslims. Now - you must have also heard at least once or twice - his utterance of the words 'Big Society' and attempts of sorts at explaining what it is. If so, has any one here in SOL know what it is and its implications on Somalis and their cash-cows "Community Associations"?? If know let us know....thanks