^You shouldn't take it literally, maybe he was implying that your mother is a very beautiful woman. @Somali: Sweet that you're trying to justify what he said, lakin waxaan u fahmay that he was referring to the fact that I'm not as light skinned as my mum. While my little sister is. I don't reckon he was on about beauty. I just don't understand why it's necessary to point out something like that? lol ... I already know that. kids aren't born thinking that dark=ugly. they're taught that by the people they grow up with. @Grasshopper: I so agree with you on this. Kids can get brainwashed so easily, and instead of teaching them equality, they hear/see that skin colour is what defines beauty instead of one's features. Like that girl in the video who was telling that her mum was bragging about her to a friend and ends with ''imagine how beautiful she would be if she was only light skinned'' ... these sort of things messes up children's mind, letting them believe a false image of what they should be.

Ms MoOns, nee ik had niet tegen jouw letterlijk, maar ik wou zeggen dat tegenwoordig iedereen draagt iets dat is nep. ha noqoto timo bruko ah, ciddiyo dukaanka laga soo gatay ama de kleur van je huid oo la badalo. Oh, ik begrijp het! Heel jammer dat mensen nergens tevreden over zijn! Btw, I didn't knew you could speak Dutch as well! Lool, cool like Aaliyyah said

I know, but strangely its acceptable for people to comment on each other in such a manner!. I find it to be rude @ Malika: I feel ya. I was with my dad and sister the other day, and we run into a friend of my father. He said, are these your two daughters? Then he looked at the both of us, and said looking at me, I see (as if it was a bad thing) ... hooyadeed maraacin. I just looked at him with one eyebrow raised, as in what are you suggesting here? I find that very rude. Keep comments like that to yourself.

That child descriping the images – what on earth is she being exposed to? SubhanAllah. @ Blessed: I was absolutely shocked, that she felt that way. It's just sad walahi. Meisje...........heb jij lagn zacht haar? of ben jij een krullebol? @Showqi: Heb je het tegen mij? lol. Waarom wil je dat weten? ps: did you know somali ladies use laser treatment? waa arin igu cusub anigu koleyba @ Juxa: I'm not surprised. Some would do anything to ''keep up''... Are there any dark Somali women out there nowadays? Waa horaa iigu dambeysay gabar madow oo Soomaali ah inaan arko... @ KK: When you say 'madow', how dark are you talking about? Just curious, am just wondering when people say she's darkskinned, would you consider someone who's brown-ish but yet not lightskinned as madow? I don't understand the definition anymore, seems like everyone gives its own meaning to it. I wonder if Somali men think like that dude in the video who only preferred lightskinned girls, because he's also light coloured.

" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen> It is really sad to think that people can't accept themselves for who they are, how Allah swt made them. What do y'all think of this?

Amiin to that walaashiis! I was six when I came to Europe. And thankfully, I do have some memories of the little time I grew up in Mogadishu, not much, but enough to tell people, ''I remember when I was four I used to ... '' For now, I'll just treasure those, till one day I can go back and make new memories, insha allah!

I haven't seen Mogadishu for fourteen years.

LOL, if I had caressed my fiancee's hair on our first encounter, she would've given me a headbutt. I find it all a bit too intimate for a first meeting, but maybe that's just me. Ms Moon, lots of repeating the same words and descriptions, are the characters all Somali? If so it needs excitement, the energy and loudness of the Somalis. I've read up till part 6, and the characters are still all Somali. I feel ya. There's still more to come, so I'll have to see. @ Blessed: Have you read all of her entries? @ Juxa, I agree with you sis, it definitely has a playful touch to it.

Plus I think she (the writer) watched too many hindi movies ... the couple in the story don't seem to talk for ages, and just simply look at each other, and somehow a lot happens in those gazing moments ''I wrapped my fingers around his waiting hands and followed as he led me to the dance floor. He stopped, turned around and walked towards me, still holding my hand. I watched him as he studied me just as I had him, he studied my features as he stepped closer, his eyes lingering at my eyes and slowly making their way to my lips. He stepped closer, to the point where his breathe tickled my cheeks, and he lifted his hand, and ran his fingers through my hair. ''I'm so glad I went to the hairdressers'' I thought, as he lightly fingered my hair. He ran his fingers through my hair and rested his hand on my left shoulder and began to sway to the music.''

JB and Alphy, I bet IF it was a guy who wrote it, one of you would've posted the whole content of be blog on here and the other would've LOOOOL'ed all the way home and posted it on his FB! looll @ Ibti .. spot on! I didn't like her diamond among rocks faarax, but it's her Faarax, so overlooked that bit Having that said, I like her stories, cuz they seem a bit surrealistic in Somali sense, which is why I am still interested to see where this story is going ... @ Aaliyyah, hope you like it!

I've started reading this girls fiction stories, written in diary form on her blog. It's quite a read. Here is a bit of part one to give you an idea: "Dear Diary, Saturday night was amazing. After a long day shopping, I sat at the back of the bus on my way back home, eying up my jewelery for the wedding I was going to later that night. I thought one of the earings had a bit missing so I held it up to study it closer. It was then that I noticed him. My God he was beautiful. The way he ascended the steps slowly creeping into my sight, almost teasing me with his beauty. I watched as bit by bit his slender body emerged from the stair well. The closer he got the more beautiful he seemed. He had the lightest skin, a creamy caramel complexion that was set of by the lightest brown eyes I'd ever seen. He was beauty walking. He was wearing a light blue top with water wash jeans and white trainers. It was odd because he was dressed like everyone else and yet somehow he looked so different, so perfect; like a daimond among rocks. ... As the night went on, we danced, talked, made fun of the guys and ate bariis with hillib. With coconut and cakes for desert. And then we danced again. The tempo soon began to slow for what was supposed to be one of those 'couples only' dances. I watched as my friends paired of. I wasnt the type to just dance with any guy. Heck I was too shy. Plus I was still thinking about Khalid and as I started heading off towards the tables, I felt a hand on my arm. The hand slowly embraced my arm, holding me firmly, yet softly. Stopping me in my tracks. I turned my head slowly, thinking up a well thought rejection when I saw him." http://lovesheekolove.blogspot.com/ I, myself have only read part one, so need to get on reading the rest ... !! lol Salaam. P.s. At first it seems a bit modernised and one might think that these sort of things don't happen in Somali life, but I reckon its worth the read. After all, it just a fiction story. Enjoy!

^^Thanks both, I've stopped using Internet Explorer long time ago. Then I started using Google Chrome, which I thought was perfect, until it started to crash at times. Highly annoying. Firfox is simply the best and without fault. Especially firefox 4 is fast and it has to be the best browser around. @ OdaySomali: Switched to Mozilla Firefox 4 a few days ago. Will check it out and see if it really comes up to its expectations. I use both Safari and firefox. They both have their uses and wouldn't bother with anything. Though Firefox says they are faster (mostly blocking all flash media which I find more annoying then helpful) its actually not in my experience. Be that as it may, Firefox is better with add-ons and ad-blockers. Also, make sure to disable ad blockers on sites that you trust and want to support but use it on sites you use but contain far too obnoxious ad content. Hope that helps. @ Naxar: Thanks for the tip walaal Would you recommend Safari as well? Cheers!

I've only watched the first episode of the UK version this year, then I lost track of when it came on.

Axmed-InaJaad;721955 wrote: on another note, horta why do somali's think marriage is a cure for everything? "im not feeling well today" " naag raadso, iska guurso" "my dog died" "war iska guurso" " i have terminal cancer" " la ilaah war iska guurso" "the rent is too damn high" "war iska guurso" " i dont like indhayar people" " war naag indhayar oo muslim ah iska guurso" it's like they think marriage is some universal remedy. Because in some ways it is. Marriage is half the deen, half your iman. "They are garments for you and you are the same for them" (al-Baqarah 2:187) Meaning, just as a garment covers and protects a person, so does the husband or wife protect his or her companion through everything in life, whether you're sick or in any of our every day struggle. I strongly believe in that. I believe it should be like that.

Axmed-InaJaad;721808 wrote: don't jelous me, how u know i dont have naag? :confused: You wouldn't seek attention here on SOL if you had a woman of your own.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Hiya dear fellow Solers, I was just wondering ... Which internet browsers do you guys find best working, as in fast and convenient for every day use? I've tried Internet Explorer, Mozilla Firefox and Google Chrome so far ... Cheers!

Aaliyyah;721459 wrote: Funniest dude..ever!! LOL My favourite one looooool Lmao @ Damn freshie And at the last video: ''And where's your card?!''

I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying, "Hi, how are you?" I'm not the type to start a conversation in the restroom but I don't know what got into me, so I answered somewhat embarrassed I said, "Doing just fine!" And the other person says, "So what are you up to?" What kind of question is that? At that point I'm thinking this is too bizarre so I say, "Uhhh, I'm like you, just traveling!" At this point I'm just trying to get out as fast as I can when I hear another question. "Can I come over?" Ok, this question is just too weird for me but I figured I could just be polite and end the conversation. I tell them, "No ... I'm a little busy right now!!!" Then I hear the person say nervously..."Listen, I'll have to call you back, there's an idiiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions.''

A woman was shaking out a rug on the balcony of her 17th floor condominium when a sudden gust of wind blew her over the railing. ‘Damn, that was stupiid,’ she thought as she fell. ‘What a way to die.’ As she passed the 14th floor, a man standing at his railing caught her in his arms. While she looked at him in disbelieving gratitude, he asked, ‘Do you suck?’ ‘No!’ she shrieked, aghast. So, he dropped her. As she passed the 12th floor, another man reached out and caught her. ‘Do you screw?’ he asked. ‘Of course not!’ she exclaimed before she could stop herself. He dropped her, too. The poor woman prayed to God for one more chance. As luck would have it, she was caught a third time, by a man on the eighth floor. ‘I suck! I screw!’ she screamed in panic. ‘Slut!’ he said, and dropped her.

All my wife has been doing since it started raining is looking through the window with a sad look on her face. If she keeps this up I'll have to let her back inside.

"Just because shes pregnant doesn't mean her face is. One good punch should do it." -unknown author

Late one night, a drunk guy is showing some friends around his brand-new apartment. The last stop is the bedroom, where a big brass gong sits next to the bed. "What's that gong for?" the friend asks him. "It's not a gong," the drunk replies. "It's actually a talking clock." "You're crazy. Show me how it works then!" The guy picks up a hammer, gives the gong an ear-shattering pound, and steps back. Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screams, "For God’s sake… it's 3:30 in the goddamn morning!"

A wife and her husband were having a dinner party for all the major status figures in Rome, Italy. The wife was very excited about this and wanted everything to be perfect. At the very last minute, she realized that she didn't have any snails for this dinner party, so she asked her husband to run down to the beach with the bucket she was handing him to gather some snails. Very grudgingly he agreed. He took the bucket, walked out the door, down the steps, and out to the beach. As he was collecting the snails, he noticed a beautiful woman strolling alongside the water just a little further down the beach. He kept thinking to himself, "Wouldn't it be great if she would even just come down and talk to me?" He went back to gathering the snails. All of a sudden he looked up, and the beautiful woman was standing right over him. They got to talking, and she invited him back to her place. They were at her apartment a ways down the beach, and they started messing around. It got so hot and heavy, that he was exhausted afterwards and passed out there. At seven o'clock the next morning he woke up and exclaimed, "Oh no, my wife's dinner party!" He gathered all his clothes, put them on real fast, grabbed his bucket, and ran out the door. He ran down the beach all the way to his apartment. He ran up the stairs of his apartment. He was in such a hurry that when he got to the top of the stairs, he dropped the bucket of snails. There were snails all down the stairs. The door opened just then, with a very angry wife standing in the door way wondering where he's been all this time. He looked at the snails on the steps, then he looked at her, then back at the snails and said, "Come on guys, we're almost there!"

Me: Can I use the bathroom? Teacher: I don't know, can you? Me: When I was using "can" I was using its secondary model form as a verbal modifier asking for permission, as opposed to expressing an ability. I thought since you were a teacher you'd know that. My bad. MAY I use the restroom? Teacher: ...