Originally posted by Rahima: Raami, does your wife know about your extracurricular activities ? If not, Ameenah I do believe you have work to do girlfriend - we women are loyal to one another. As for moi, as soon as i get the courage to tell my parents :confused: - apparently next summer, or so he thinks . [/QB] She knows of my plans and though she suspects me to be too lazy to act on them, she’s pleasant enough to permit a man to daydream. Your little hint has been noted and your name struck off my list. Should things ever change (not that I’d wish to be the separator of people and destroyer of unions), should they indeed change, an honorary place will still be reserved for you in that ever decreasing list of mine. 7 of 9, when the time comes, we’ll both be old, my dear. You really need to rethink this wedding idea of yours though. There is nothing more embarrassing than an old spinster in a white dress (unless she’s going to Xaj that is). Still, we all have to hold on to our dreams (some call it destiny, fate, plight, dreaded end, etc). Dream away, dear. Dreams are great, but promise me not to do anything rash anytime soon. Wiilo, as long as your teeth are intact when the time comes (I trust in the capability of modern dentistry) consider yourself added to that list.

Hmmm. Erm. Err. I've just noticed your location. I withdraw the offer, dear. I'm allergic to Canadians. Sorry to have wasted your time. :cool:

^^^ I see you didn’t comment on her suggestion regarding your addition to my stable. Ah, maybe the Arabs were right when they said “silence is a sign of consentâ€.

*** Crosses the above poster's name from his list *** Don’t mind me, people. Tonight, I’m in a bit of a childish mood (aah, how great it would be if you spent every single minute of your life in the company of giggling children). Weddings? Mine took place a very long time ago, I can’t remember much of it. Hang on, hang on, don’t you girls start raising your eyebrows and mutter to yourself about how unromantic I am. That’s not it. I don’t remember my wedding because I really didn’t have one. SHE DID. I was sitting in a coffee shop smoking “shiisha†and watching a game of football while she was having her party (Milan beat Inter 1-0, I think). Anyway, get married already you bunch of dreamy kids.

^^^^Damn! Damn! Damn! Another one got away! At this rate, by the time my current wife is forty and I'm ready to marry my second wife, none of you will be around to oblige. Ah, at least Ayrn and Seven of Nine are still single (I'm very proud of these two). PS (need to replace Ameenah with someone new. Hmmmm! Where is that Femme Fatal girl now?).

^^^ Heh. Sometimes, when you quickly scan a piece written by someone else, you miss all the juicy bits, saaxib. Read it again and see if you’ll change your mind or strengthen your resolve.

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Heh. I can’t wait for the feminists to arrive and TELL you very clearly that this story has nothing to do with men. If she wants to marry an ex-convict, it’s her CHOICE. Her brothers have no say in the matter. You, my sister, are staring a potential catfight right in the face. Lets hope this warning of mine will at least prepare you for the reproofs. As for the question, bearing in mind that it’s a hypothetical one; my instinct would lead me to resist such a union. Still, since it’s only guessing on our part without knowing the details of such a person’s crime nor the person’s character, I could very easily have gone the other way and agreed with the brother above. Peace, love and a stray rubber glove (not because it’s important or anything. It just seemed to rhyme with the first two words. Anyway, it might come in handy when trying to beat off the hordes of indignant feminists). Hi 7 of 9

Kerry threw in the towel. Oh, well, another four years of Bush. Followed by another Bush maybe?

Many things puzzle me in this political section. :rolleyes: I see many people trying to peddle the noble idea of Somali unity and stubbornly refuse the separation of Somaliland! At times, doubt creeps in and I start thinking maybe they have a point, unity is a great thing after all! I then click on other threads and see the mischievousness and barefaced tribalism of these same people being displayed on a hundred and one issues that are related and unrelated to Somaliland! Again, doubt creeps in and I start wondering if the Somalilanders have not done the right thing by cutting themselves off from the rest of Somalia! I don’t need to repeat Yasmine’s words above. I think she was very clear and totally agree with her assessment. Emotional people can’t be helped I suppose, slow-witted ones are a burden we have to cope with too. However, outwardly intelligent, wise and rational people falling for the propaganda and fuelling it are what we should not tolerate! I’ve come across some brother’s on this site who waste their time on criticising trivialities and lament, whinge, moan and decry the lack of intelligent debate! I will not be telling a lie if I said that I found those misplaced concerns amusing and at times, bizarre! What amazes me, what really gets my goat (as the saying goes) is the lack of condemnation on the tripe we get on this section! The admins have wisely banned the use of tribal names when discussing Somali politics. I can only assume the reason they did so was so this site didn’t end up like all the other ridiculous websites that are scattered all over the NET! Those sites appeal to the lowest common denominator and are used by people to vent some anger against tribe A, tribe B, sub-tribe F and D. They serve no purpose at all and anyone reading them is unlikely to derive any benefits (maybe a little bit of fake pleasure) from visiting them. I do apologise if I’m being direct but in order for us to benefit from each other, candour is what’s needed at times. It seems this site has turned into an upmarket copy of all those other websites. Political discussion is nothing but endless articles of propaganda copied and pasted from those lowly websites or written by members of this site! Members easily get round the ban on tribal names by referring to cities that are universally known to be populated by a certain tribe or an administration or, even the new President of Somalia and his sub-clan! Is there really a need for a ban then? If what destroyed Somalia was tribalism, surely tribalism is not what’s going to bring it back together again. If what drove Somaliland away was tribalism, clearly tribalism is not what’s going to bring it back into the fold (these are not facts and I’m sure people would want to prove them true or otherwise)! I have said this in previous threads in the past and I’ll repeat it here again; if I wanted to talk Somali politics with bigots, half-wits and reactionaries, I’d visit any Somali coffee shop and listen to my ill-mannered brothers waxing lyrical about how evil such and such tribe is and how innocent and magnificent they themselves are. The remonstrations about the trivia on the off-topic (formerly general) forum are misguided. That’s not what would lower the tone of this site; it’s content in this political section, the Camel Milk Debate and the Islamic sections that will. I do hope that members (from Somalia, Puntland, Somaliland and all the others belonging to Somali speaking areas) would endeavour to improve their input. Those that can’t tame their tribalistic urges and emotional impulses could at least work harder on their sensitivity, subtlety and sarcasm. What’s more, I hope the management of the site would pay closer attention to the articles being posted here and filter out the pointless drivel. (Of course I realise that they’re overworked as it is and appreciate all their work, but the bucket, is well and truly full, and the lid is starting to come off).

Allah yerxamoh. As far as I am aware, he was a very good man. He shared the wealth of his country with his people and was (when actively ruling the land) very good to all the foreigners in it. He helped many a Muslim country and contributed to many good causes. I’m one that grew under his rule and benefited from his generosity (of course all thanks goes to Allah first and foremost). Still, when talking about one man’s gratitude to another, I can’t help but sing the praises of that kind old man. Most obituaries will attest to the kindness and humanity of that good sheikh. Lets hope those left behind don’t start fighting for the “inheritance†and destroy all that he helped in building. May The Almighty have mercy on him and forgive his sins. Edit: His photo is the one in my Avatar for those who didn't know what he looked like.

Originally posted by SHOOBARO: Call me krazy....but i think spike milligan is saying with the elephant story that "black people" belong in africa NOT england.......tricky bizniz i tell ya asxantu Heh. You might be right there. But, when he puts it so eloquently I can’t help but find it very amusing, saaxib.

Have A Nice Day 'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.' 'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore. 'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.' 'Yes, I know, I heard you before. Be patient dear man who is drowning, You, see I've got a disease. I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning. So do be patient please.' 'How long, ' said the man who was drowning. 'Will it take for the Doc to arrive? ' 'Not very long, ' said the man with the disease. 'Till then try staying alive.' 'Very well, ' said the man who was drowning. 'I'll try and stay afloat. By reciting the poems of Browning And other things he wrote.' 'Help, help, ' said the man with the disease, 'I suddenly feel quite ill.' 'Keep calm.' said the man who was drowning, ' Breathe deeply and lie quite still.' 'Oh dear, ' said the man with the awful disease. 'I think I'm going to die.' 'Farewell, ' said the man who was drowning. Said the man with the disease, 'goodbye.' So the man who was drowning, drownded And the man with the disease past away. But apart from that, And a fire in my flat, It's been a very nice day. Spike Milligan I’ll stop at three. Should you want to read more words of wisdom written by Spike either google his name or visit the site below. By the way, dear old Spike has passed away. He died of some sort of illness at the age of 83. He used to say that he would like his epitaph to be “ I told you I was illâ€. Most of his words

The ABC 'Twas midnight in the schoolroom And every desk was shut When suddenly from the alphabet Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!" Said A to B, "I don't like C; His manners are a lack. For all I ever see of C Is a semi-circular back!" "I disagree," said D to B, "I've never found C so. From where I stand he seems to be An uncompleted O." C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed, You criticise my shape. I'm made like that, to help spell Cat And Cow and Cool and Cape." "He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!" Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!" "You're dropping me," roared H to G. "Don't do it please I pray." "Out of my way," LL said to K. "I'll make poor I look ILL." To stop this stunt J stood in front, And presto! ILL was JILL. "U know," said V, "that W Is twice the age of me. For as a Roman V is five I'm half as young as he." X and Y yawned sleepily, "Look at the time!" they said. "Let's all get off to beddy byes." They did, then "Z-z-z." Spike Milligan

JUMBO JET by Spike Milligan I saw a little elephant standing in my garden, I said 'You don't belong in here', he said 'I beg you pardon?', I said 'This place is England, what are you doing here?', He said 'Ah, then I must be lost' and then 'Oh dear, oh dear'. 'I should be back in Africa, on Saranghetti's Plain', 'Pray, where is the nearest station where I can catch a train?'. He caught the bus to Finchley and then to Mincing lane, And over the Embankment, where he got lost, again. The police they put him in a cell, but it was far too small, So they tied him to a lampost and he slept against the wall. But as the policemen lay sleeping by the twinkling light of dawn, The lampost and the wall were there, but the elephant was gone! So if you see an elephant, in a Jumbo Jet, You can be sure that Africa's, the place he's trying to get! Source

^^^^^^ Movie on the Prophet opens in US Thursday 14 October 2004, 8:39 Makka Time, 5:39 GMT The first animated movie depicting the life of the Prophet Muhammad will be screened in North America after delays due to 9/11. Muhammad: The Last Prophet will premiere in cinemas in 37 US and Canadian cities for one week from 14 November on Eid al-Fitr - a Muslim holiday marking the end of fasting in the month of Ramadan. Usama Jamal, president of the film's distributing company Fine Media Group, said it was an irony that Americans would be able to watch the US-produced movie after much of the world had already seen it. It was completed just before the September 11 attacks on the United States by the al-Qaida network headed by Usama bin Ladin. "The film was scheduled to be released in the United States around 2002 but [was put off] because it was just after September 11 and people were not in the mood to go to the movies," Jamal said. The 90-minute film that chronicles the early life and teachings of Islam's Prophet Muhammad was produced for Badr International by RichCrest Animation Studios, the creators of animated classics such as The King and I, and The Fox and the Hound. Because of Islamic traditions prohibiting the visual representation of religious figures, no images of Prophet Muhammad appear in the film. Reaction The Council on American Islamic Relations, America's largest Islamic civil liberties group, said the movie was an excellent opportunity for parents and children of all faiths "to learn more about a historic figure like Prophet Mohammed and events that shaped today's world". "It addresses the needs of the post-9/11 climate and is a creative and non-political way for the people to know about the history of Islam and the prophet's message," council spokeswoman Rabiah Ahmad said. John Voll, director of Georgetown University's Centre for Muslim-Christian Understanding, said: "The movie is especially relevant in the current time when so much of the media presentations of Muslims and Muslim life is so negative. "And this provides an alternative perspective," said Voll, among a group of academics consulted about the movie, budgeted at more than $10 million. Voll, a Christian who grew up in the Midwest and whose father was a Methodist minister, said the movie could assist the Muslim community itself in its continuing education, and provide a resource for educators in general. Source

Heh. Finally the Sultan’s wife tells her tale. Where is the cliff-hanger by the way? I enjoyed reading this. The thoughts that go through children’s minds are priceless.

Dhahir, a Somaliland mujahid, is sitting on the floor and eating a few dates. He’s finished another day fasting and is getting ready for a new raid on the enemy forces. He stops eating his dates and makes a silent prayer. He’s beseeching GOD for assistance in defeating the bandits trying to deprive him of his freedom! He remembers the words of the people of his village, remembers the atrocities committed by the wicked forces of the dictatorial regime of the former Somali republic. Remembers often hearing his father, uncles and various strangers talking about those dark days. He remembers his own oath; the one where he swore never to let such things happen to him or his people ever again. Dhahir is illiterate, ignorant and kind-hearted. Dhahir believes in the sovereignty of Somaliland. He believes in its constitution even though he doesn’t know what it means. He’s an UDUB party supporter despite not knowing what their policies entail. Dhahir is a devout Muslim who fasts during Ramadan and prays everyday. Dhahir is a brave fighter and a principled young man. He’s proud of his tribal lineage, his people’s greatness and their absolute righteousness. Dhahir is an honours graduate from the University of “Waxa La Yidhiâ€. Another graduate from the aforementioned university is Abdullahi. He’s the same age as Dhahir. He has the same qualities and beliefs as Dhahir (apart from the Somaliland bit of course). Abdullahi is also a devout Muslim, he’s also sitting down to break his fast. After eating a few of his dates, he also made a silent prayer asking for GOD’s assistance in defeating the renegade tribe. Abdullahi, like Dhahir, is planning to kill as many enemy fighters as possible. He knows he’s in the right (like Dhahir) and knows that those in the right always prevail. Neither Dhahir nor Abdullahi are ever going to amount to anything in life. They’re unlikely to make it to the posts of president, president’s secretary or even cleaner. The most that either would hope for is a ticket out of Somalia into the lands of milk and honey. They both know that’s very unlikely. This is their chance to become heroes! In just a few hours, both heroes might die. The conflict will stay as it is, the lands will still be disputed and the leaders of each side will exploit even more ignorant and kind-hearted kids like Dhahir and Abdullahi into giving up their lives for a barn piece of land! I feel sorry for Dhahir. I feel sorry for Abdullahi. Things could have been different for both. They could have found a ticket out of Somalia. One might have made it to Oslo while the other might go to Brussels! Instead of sitting under a dead tree in some arid land hundreds of miles away, they probably would have been on this site, posting photos of ignorant, illiterate, dead Somali “mujahids†and wishing they were right there with them.

Dhahir, a Somaliland mujahid, is sitting on the floor and eating a few dates. He’s finished another day fasting and is getting ready for a new raid on the enemy forces. He stops eating his dates and makes a silent prayer. He’s beseeching GOD for assistance in defeating the bandits trying to deprive him of his freedom! He remembers the words of the people of his village, remembers the atrocities committed by the wicked forces of the dictatorial regime of the former Somali republic. Remembers often hearing his father, uncles and various strangers talking about those dark days. He remembers his own oath; the one where he swore never to let such things happen to him or his people ever again. Dhahir is illiterate, ignorant and kind-hearted. Dhahir believes in the sovereignty of Somaliland. He believes in its constitution even though he doesn’t know what it means. He’s an UDUB party supporter despite not knowing what their policies entail. Dhahir is a devout Muslim who fasts during Ramadan and prays everyday. Dhahir is a brave fighter and a principled young man. He’s proud of his tribal lineage, his people’s greatness and their absolute righteousness. Dhahir is an honours graduate from the University of “Waxa La Yidhiâ€. Another graduate from the aforementioned university is Abdullahi. He’s the same age as Dhahir. He has the same qualities and beliefs as Dhahir (apart from the Somaliland bit of course). Abdullahi is also a devout Muslim, he’s also sitting down to break his fast. After eating a few of his dates, he also made a silent prayer asking for GOD’s assistance in defeating the renegade tribe. Abdullahi, like Dhahir, is planning to kill as many enemy fighters as possible. He knows he’s in the right (like Dhahir) and knows that those in the right always prevail. Neither Dhahir nor Abdullahi are ever going to amount to anything in life. They’re unlikely to make it to the posts of president, president’s secretary or even cleaner. The most that either would hope for is a ticket out of Somalia into the lands of milk and honey. They both know that’s very unlikely. This is their chance to become heroes! In just a few hours, both heroes might die. The conflict will stay as it is, the lands will still be disputed and the leaders of each side will exploit even more ignorant and kind-hearted kids like Dhahir and Abdullahi into giving up their lives for a barn piece of land! I feel sorry for Dhahir. I feel sorry for Abdullahi. Things could have been different for both. They could have found a ticket out of Somalia. One might have made it to Oslo while the other might go to Brussels! Instead of sitting under a dead tree in some arid land hundreds of miles away, they probably would have been on this site, posting photos of ignorant, illiterate, dead Somali “mujahids†and wishing they were right there with them.

Dhahir, a Somaliland mujahid, is sitting on the floor and eating a few dates. He’s finished another day fasting and is getting ready for a new raid on the enemy forces. He stops eating his dates and makes a silent prayer. He’s beseeching GOD for assistance in defeating the bandits trying to deprive him of his freedom! He remembers the words of the people of his village, remembers the atrocities committed by the wicked forces of the dictatorial regime of the former Somali republic. Remembers often hearing his father, uncles and various strangers talking about those dark days. He remembers his own oath; the one where he swore never to let such things happen to him or his people ever again. Dhahir is illiterate, ignorant and kind-hearted. Dhahir believes in the sovereignty of Somaliland. He believes in its constitution even though he doesn’t know what it means. He’s an UDUB party supporter despite not knowing what their policies entail. Dhahir is a devout Muslim who fasts during Ramadan and prays everyday. Dhahir is a brave fighter and a principled young man. He’s proud of his tribal lineage, his people’s greatness and their absolute righteousness. Dhahir is an honours graduate from the University of “Waxa La Yidhiâ€. Another graduate from the aforementioned university is Abdullahi. He’s the same age as Dhahir. He has the same qualities and beliefs as Dhahir (apart from the Somaliland bit of course). Abdullahi is also a devout Muslim, he’s also sitting down to break his fast. After eating a few of his dates, he also made a silent prayer asking for GOD’s assistance in defeating the renegade tribe. Abdullahi, like Dhahir, is planning to kill as many enemy fighters as possible. He knows he’s in the right (like Dhahir) and knows that those in the right always prevail. Neither Dhahir nor Abdullahi are ever going to amount to anything in life. They’re unlikely to make it to the posts of president, president’s secretary or even cleaner. The most that either would hope for is a ticket out of Somalia into the lands of milk and honey. They both know that’s very unlikely. This is their chance to become heroes! In just a few hours, both heroes might die. The conflict will stay as it is, the lands will still be disputed and the leaders of each side will exploit even more ignorant and kind-hearted kids like Dhahir and Abdullahi into giving up their lives for a barn piece of land! I feel sorry for Dhahir. I feel sorry for Abdullahi. Things could have been different for both. They could have found a ticket out of Somalia. One might have made it to Oslo while the other might go to Brussels! Instead of sitting under a dead tree in some arid land hundreds of miles away, they probably would have been on this site, posting photos of ignorant, illiterate, dead Somali “mujahids†and wishing they were right there with them.

Something unrelated to this topic at all: There are many people on this website that are articulate, eloquent and very fluent. Their words are smooth and ideas sunny. The best of all, the one I really do enjoy reading no matter what topic they engage in, is Yasmine; Concise, clear and never tortuous. The words she uses are Standard English; never plumps for the decorative type of words unless the occasion requires it. I don’t usually dispense my praise this freely and am never comfortable when I do so. However, in this case, I’m happy to spend all day eulogising my sister’s talent and the pleasure I derive from reading her pieces. May all your words stay crystal clear and all your ideas thoughtful and constructive.

Not so much of a random though, but, why do people revive pointless dead threads? :confused: Still, as the saying goes: don’t look a gift horse in the mouth! A chance to exercise my cyber jaw? Random thoughts you say? Well, give me a minute to think of a few random thoughts for you. Incidentally, how random should they be? I’m assuming that in order for these thoughts to be random; they should be spontaneous and have nothing to do with the topic in hand, right? Bare with me, I’m still thinking. I’ve just closed my eyes. I’m letting my fingers find their way around the keyboard (that typing course all those years ago was of some benefit after all). Sorry, I digressed there, back now. Where was I? Oh, yeah. I was trying to think of some random thoughts. My eyes are still closed. I’ve just opened them. I’m not typing anything. I’m staring at the screen, I’ve just lifted my left hand (my weaker typing hand) and put it on my temple. I can just about feel my pulsating brain. I’m tapping my forehead with my middle finger. Trying to shuffle my thoughts and see if something random would pop out! Voila! Here we go. I’m typing in English and thinking in Somali (in case the random thought ever crosses your mind, I don’t dream in either language. I dream in Arabic). Again, pardon me, I wandered off for a minute there. We were talking about my random thought, were we not? Well, pay attention now, I might stray again and you might miss my random thought. My random thought, which probably isn’t random at all now I’ve given it this long introduction, was to do with horse’s teeth and looking a gift horse in the mouth! Of course the Trojan horse had no teeth and those poor souls that made the mistake to look it in the mouth probably didn’t live to tell the tale. Then again, the Greeks might have been lying and there was no horse to speak of anyway. The victors you see, are the ones that usually write history. Enough of my random thoughts for now. Let us get serious; let’s talk about random observations. My random observations are all to do with the Somali language (I’m going to phrase them in the same style as those that preceded me in this thread so as not to stand out from the crowd). Why do Somalis when offering to drive you somewhere say “aan ku tuuro� Conjures up images of a paper tissue that’s tossed away after being used! Why when we offer to walk someone to the bus stop do we say “ kaalay buska aan ku saaray� (No need to describe any images here). PS Can you tell that I’m bored? (I’ll suppress the temptation to revisit old meadows).

^^^^ looool war kan matagaya ma ceyaartado arkay?

Much Ado About Nothing! The lady doth protest too much, methinks! Storm in a teacup! “My sympathies†would have sufficed. I wonder where the sudden obsession with facts and details came from? It’s not the norm on these forums. Usually all the emotional people love nothing more than a tear-fest! Today, they’ve all gone factual and contemplative on us! Is it a full moon I wonder! :rolleyes:

All of you