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  1. NGONGE

    BOREDOM

    Funny that you should talk about cowardice, people! :rolleyes: Last night, I went out for coffee with a friend. We were walking down the road when we noticed a guy lying on the side of the pavement. He looked dead. We approached him to see if he was really dead. We stood above him and started talking to him and asking him to wake up. Neither of us wanted to touch him. He wouldn’t wake up. My friend sat down next to him and started shaking him. The guy didn’t move. I was standing and looking down at both of them. I kept giving my friend instructions. I suggested that we put him in the recovery position. We argued over the correct way to put someone on the recovery position. I looked around to see if there was anyone who could help us agree on the correct way. I couldn’t see anyone. I saw a dog! It was a massive German Shepard. It was running towards us. I ran away. My friend ran after me. The dog went to the corpse and started sniffing it. We stood on the pavement about twenty yards away from the corpse. We decided to phone the police. We decided to also phone for an ambulance. I didn’t have a mobile phone. My friend tried to look for his mobile but couldn’t find it. We found the mobile. It was by the corpse. My silly friend forgot it there when we were trying to help the dead man. The dog had wandered away. We thought about quickly approaching the dead man and picking up our phone. A girl walked past. She was dressed up to the nines. She looked as if she was going to some party. She saw the dead man. She stopped and tried to talk to him. We shouted to her to run away. She looked at us and turned around to look at the dead man again. She saw the dog running towards her. She ran. She lost one of her high heels. She came and stood next to us. She kept saying “ My shoe, my shoe, help me get my shoe†My friend told her that he also needs to get his phone. A guy walked past. He didn’t see the dead body. He came towards us. The girl asked him to help her get her shoe. She told him about the dog. The dog had wandered off again. The guy said “ What dog?†we told him about the dog. He told us off for not helping a damsel in distress. We told him that if he was such a great hero, then he should go and get the shoe. We asked him to get our phone for us too. He looked at us as if he was looking at a couple of kids and walked arrogantly towards the shoe. The dog chased him away. He dropped his hat as he ran. We laughed. The girl phoned the police. A couple of teenage girls walked past. We shouted at them to come and stand with us. We told them to run. They told us to go to hell. They saw the dog and ran. We all stood around discussing this dead man, the shoes, the mobile phone, the hat and the dog! A cat walked past the dead body. We all stopped talking and looked at it. We hoped that when the time came for it to run, it would go the wrong way. It didn’t. It ran towards us, with the dog right behind it! There was lots of pushing and shoving. We scrambled over cars and people’s fences. The cat ran under a car. The dog barked a little then turned around and went back to the corpse. A police van arrived. We explained the situation. They asked us where the dog was. We told them it had wandered off again but it will be back as soon as anyone went near the body. They told us not to worry and parked their van on the road next to the dead body. The dog saw them. It didn’t run. It stood watching them. They didn’t see it. One police officer got out the van and crouched next to the body. He saw the dog. He slowly got up. He waited. The dog was running towards him. It was getting near. The police officer ran and jumped inside the van. We all laughed. Some shabby looking guy with shorts and a dirty vest came out of the house we were standing next to. He looked angry. He asked us why we were standing there and making all this noise. We told him and showed him the corpse and the dog. He walked over to the corpse. He ignored our warnings. The dog came running at him. The guy didn’t move. The dog stood inches away from him barking and bearing its teeth. The guy didn’t move. He was murmuring some soothing words to the dog. The beast calmed down. The man asked the guys in the police van to pass him a leash. He took the dog and put it in the back of the police van. The corpse got up and started shouting “ Police brutality, man, police brutality! Why are you arresting my dog?†Damn tramp.
  2. Now what did you call us anti-Somaliland! No. I prefer anti-secession label if you know what I mean the connotation of the anti-Somaliland infers is not something that I wanna deal with. Here in America the Republicans (Fox TV) deviced this brilliant label America haters, terrorist appeasers and so on. They don't like to put their cards on the table and engage in meaningful discussion so they shut the critics off by sensationalizing the topic. Don't do that sxb We’re playing with semantics here, saaxib. Fine, call it anti-secession and lets take out all the unfortunate connotations (unintended on my part by the way). We still didn’t move on with the subject, we’re still going on about the legitimacy of Somaliland. We both know we’re not in agreement on this point. I’m asking you to woo me, sell the idea of Somalia to me. Others can join in too if they like. What I’m tired of is the same old discussion about Somaliland. You’re right and we’re wrong, you’re wrong and we’re right, etc.... Can anyone tell me what happens next? :mad:
  3. You sound like a rock chick, Xu I'm more of a Britteny Spears fan. I got Toxic playing in my head over and over and over again. Looking forward to reading Salafi's playlist
  4. lol@Baashi..couldn't help it. Got sucked in, saaxib Still, can’t help seeing that you’re saying exactly the same thing I was saying earlier (albeit coming from the wrong angle of course). The futility of the discussion is in the argument over the legitimacy of Somaliland. Even if you don’t agree with it or recognise it, you can’t deny that the people of that part of the world staunchly believe in it, can you? The real discussion will begin when the anti Somaliland brigade give us their views on what they think will happen next. Come on, saaxib. Go for it, go where no man has been before. How do you see things unfolding? What are your hopes and aspirations in this regard?
  5. ^^^ ciisanta wale way dhuulaysa meya? The fifteen-year-old child was an example, sxb. The idea being, you’ll talk nicely to an innocent fifteen-year-old. Ala dadkeenan moran jicla. :mad: This was directed at boolbaro not Sue.
  6. I’m not sure if any of you will agree with me or take my advice. I’ll say it nonetheless and hope to save at least one poor soul. If your wife is giving birth, do not go in unless you really have to. If it works out that there is only you and her in the hospital, then you have no choice but to go in. She needs to have a familiar face while going through all that pain. On the other hand, if her mother or a sister who’s already a mother is present at the time, then it’s preferable for the man not to go in. These ladies will be able to calm her down, tell her to push when push is needed and basically walk her through the birthing ritual. Your clumsy hand squeezing hers and pulling her hair will not be needed. Still, you have to at least stay until her water breaks. Being present at the birth of your children is one of the most humbling experiences you’re ever likely to live through. It’s also not something I would recommend for a proud Somali man. A man who is supposed to look after his family, who is supposed to protect it and shield it even from a passing breeze. This experience is an ego crusher. In that delivery room you become the most useless person on earth. The wife is in pain but at least she knows where that pain is coming from. She is experiencing it right there and then. The midwives are trying to deliver her and they also seem to know what’s going on. Even the tiny child seems to know what’s going on and is fighting for it’s dear life. The husband? The husband becomes more useless than the sanitary towels those midwives are using. A day before, he was THE MAN. He believed that there was nothing he couldn’t do to make his family’s life more easy and comfortable. He knew he’d always find a way. But, now, in this tiny room, even his words of comfort are not being heard! He’s a nobody. If he speaks he’s not heard, if he tries to do something he gets in the way and, if he stands still and does nothing, he’s accused of being cold hearted! A man’s (Somali or otherwise) whole upbringing and all his experiences are not built to cope with such an ordeal. It’s not the blood that will put you off; it’s not the fact that she’s giving birth either (because you already know that!). No, what will put you off is the fact that she’s in pain and there is nothing, NOTHING you can do about it. In addition, most women use gas to alleviate their pain. Within an hour of starting on that stuff, they forget everything and only know pain and gas, pain and gas. No husband! Going in and not going in is not the only test of love and care. Pacing outside the delivery room while sick with worry is also a proof of that. Don’t fall for the Indian movie sad scene, brothers. If you’re up to it and think you can take it all and cope, go in and watch your ego getting crushed with every kick that baby makes. If you’re not, be man enough to admit it and send her mother in with her. Don’t worry yourself about what people think or say, they’ll all soon forget all about it. She’ll forget all about it too and, soon, be ready to have another baby and go through it all over again.
  7. Now, come again and for once tell the forum the rational case for the secession. Is it because the "others" around that corner can't get their acts together? or is it beacuse once upon time there was Britain colony in midst of divided and exploited Somalia? Or is it the grievences and the sense of "victimhood" that drives this secession? Who wants to succeed? Where are the borders of Somaliland? Do we have to go over this old ground again? I’m sure they’ve already been countless discussions on the reasons for secession. Regardless of what I write here, we’re not going to agree on that point. Who wants to succeed? Is that a rhetorical question? As for the border question, now that’s a juicy and loaded question. This is something worth replying to. Well, where should I start? Shall we start from the colonial borders? Shall I say the borders of Somaliland are those that existed before the union with Somalia proper? Shall we go back to the 26th of June 1961 or the days that followed up to the 1st of July? No, lets not. We’ll only be going over old ground again. We’ll argue and argue and then try to rewrite and revise history again. Lets look to the future instead. Lets say it’s an issue open for discussion. Lets compare it to the various border disputes in the world. Disputes that can be peacefully discussed and compromises made about them or war breaking out over them. The real point I was trying to make there was that Somaliland does exist. The fact that people argue about it and deny its existence is ample proof of that existence. Now, depending on the side you take, you need to convince us why should Somaliland not break away and how that will be achieved. You see, the people of Somaliland have spent the last decade (and more) believing in the idea of a separate nation. To them it’s a reality. The newborn babies are Somaliland citizens and the dying old age pensioners are dead Somalilanders. Some people disagree with that and they have every right to do so. Some people think it’s wrong, show us how is it wrong! What are the benefits of going back to a greater Somalia? Don’t just say it’s wrong and leave it at that. You need to come up with a convincing argument to show the three million or so Somalilanders that putting their eggs in the unstable Somali basket is the best way forward for them. Don’t waste your time and ours going on about the idea of existence and non-existence of that country. This has been going on for years and while you were arguing, they were building and cementing their existence as an independent entity. As Mr Bush would say, “ They’re realities on the ground†Ok, Let us continue with futile discussion since you are paranoid and think the whole world is against you! No one is against the people of Somaliland, all we trying to do here make you understand how we need each other even if the cake smells nice and just waiting to be iced. Smell just like looks can be deceiving and as such is not a bad idea to put the cake on the flour sack and save all of us the hassle of icing. Ask anyone who bakes cakes and they will tell you, icing and displaying is the hardest part cause that is the part which sells your cake. Why beg the world twice in the name of Somalia for a material/display of our cakes when we could beg once? I suggest we should have one big cake baked by all Somalis and make it smell and look nice and that was we only have to display once! Now, I turn my attention to my dear, OG Again, you seem to have missed the whole point of a futile discussion, dear. It’s one where you say Somaliland should not leave the rest of Somalia and use as proof for your arguments comments such as “But your case is one qabiil want be a counrty!!...I am sorry but that is true.†Lets take it step by step here, what are you trying to achieve? You said above that I’m paranoid and think that the whole world is against me (exaggerated a bit there, didn’t we?). You say that Somaliland is part of Somalia but you also go on to say that you will only recognise it if the UN recognised it! This of course does not make any sense. Are you saying the only reason you commented on this topic is your respect for international law? I thought you loved us and wanted us back in the fold? The person who started this thread uses words such as “There live amongst us some people...†What does he/she mean by that? Are these people hidden people? Are they plotting against you behind your backs? Are they not the same people who declared an independent country a very long time ago? Are they not the ones who tell everyone that they’re proud Somalilanders? What does she/he mean by the use of words that convey conspiracy and bad intentions? Is it done to provoke people into a response?...I hope you’ve been following this futile thread I’ve just weaved for you here. I’m trying to put myself in your shoes here, I think your intention is to convince the “lost†people of Somaliland that their best interests will be better served by sticking with Somalia and not separating. I commend you on your patriotism and respect your intentions. I would also like to hear more about that. I, however, don’t want to hear badly constructed and badly veiled insults. Because like I already said, that’s just pointless, it will only make me and others who hail from that part of the world retaliate with equal rubbish. None of us will get anywhere. I’m glad you got my cake analogy though; your response to it was good too. Now, why couldn’t you do that from the start? Lets start again, eh? Imagine that you’re talking to a fifteen-year-old boy from Somaliland! All he knows is Somaliland. Somalia to him is a foreign country. Now, try to sell your ideas to him. PS I’ve always been out of my shell, dear.
  8. NGONGE

    BOREDOM

    Thank you for your kind words Seven of sagal, you must be mistaken me for someone who really takes this thing seriously, dear. It's all a stream of consciousness. I could just about manage to put some comas, full stops and quotation marks there to start with, sister.
  9. NGONGE

    BOREDOM

    Last night, on my way home from work, I decided to stop by a cash machine and withdraw some money. I stood by the cash machine and took my wallet out. I took my bankcard out and tried to put it in the machine but I dropped it. I panicked. I quickly picked it up and put it in the machine. As I was waiting for it to be read and the request to type my pin number to appear on the screen, I started reading the little notices written on the cash machine. It said “BEWAR OF THIEVESâ€. I looked around me but didn’t see any. I was prompted to type my pin number in. I had another quick look around me then typed the number quickly. I got it wrong. I typed it again and got it right this time. I followed the instructions on the screen and picked the right amount of money. While my money was being counted, I kept looking around me to see if any thieves had arrived. I didn’t see any. My card came out. I quickly picked it up and put it back in my wallet. I put the wallet back in my pocket and walked away. I remembered the money. I ran back to the cash machine, picked it up and tried to hurriedly stuff it in my wallet. I put the wallet in my pocket and was just about to walk away when someone stopped me. I jumped back. He took a step back. I said, “ What do you want?†He said “can you lend us a pound for a cup of coffee, mate?†I said “ I don’t have any money†He said “ I just saw you taking money out the cash machine†I said “ No I didn’t, I was only checking my balance†He said “ But I saw you, mate†I said “ You must have imagined it†He said “ You really don’t need to lie†I said “I’m not lying†He said “All you had to say was that you had no spare change, mate†I said “ Isn’t that what I just told you?†He said, “ No, you said you had no money†I said, “ Well, I don’t†He said “So what’s that in your wallet?†I quickly had a look at my pocket. The wallet was inside my pocket. How the hell did he see what’s in my wallet? I said, “My wallet is empty,†He said, “ Show meâ€. I was stuck! I can’t show him my wallet. He’ll see the money. I said “NOâ€, he said “Why not? Do you have something to hide?†I said “ I don’t have anything to hide and I don’t have to prove anything to you either†He said “You know you could have saved yourself all this panic if you just gave me that pound†I said “What pound?†He said “ The one I asked you to lend me†I said, “You want me to lend you a pound?†He said, “If its not too much trouble, mate†I said, “When will I get it back?†He got upset and said “ Look, if you don’t want to give me money, that’s fine, just don’t play games with me, mate†I said “ I’m not playing games†He said “You are†He looked at me for a second then grunted and started walking away. I thought to myself “what a useless thief!†I went after him. He ignored me. I asked him to stop. He told me to go to hell. I apologised and asked him to ‘please stop’. He stopped and said, “What do you want?†I said “ I don’t want anything, it’s you who wanted something from me†He said “ Yes, I wanted a pound to buy a cup of coffee but you tried to humiliate me for it†I said “ nonsense†He started walking away. I said, “ Ok, ok, maybe I humiliated you unintentionally, I’m sorry†He said, “ apology acceptedâ€. I said, “ Now that we’re friends again, how about we go for that cup of coffee?†He said “What cup of coffee?†I said, “ The one you wanted to buy with my pound!†He said, “ You didn’t even give me the pound,†I said “ I don’t have to, I’m going to buy you coffee†He said “I don’t want coffee now†I said, “ Well, what do you want?†He said “ Just the pound†I said, “What are you going to do with it?†He said “ That ‘s my business†I said “But it’s my pound, man†He said “Keep your pound and just leave me alone, you tight-fisted so and so†I said “ I’m not stingy†He started laughing and walked away. I followed him and said, “Why did you laugh?†He stopped and said, “ If you don’t stop following me, I’m going to beat you up and not just take one pound, I’m going to take all your moneyâ€. He is a thief! I told him that I was going to stop following him and that I don’t deal with thieves. I started walking away. He followed me angrily and shouted, “ Who are you calling a thief?†I turned around and asked him if he was drunk! He said he wasn’t but still wanted to know why I called him a thief. I wasn’t scared of him. I just didn’t want to spend another half an hour explaining to him why I thought he was a thief. I really wasn’t scared of him! He started calling me names and asking me why I called him a thief. I took a pound out of my pocket and held it out to him to shut him up. I told him to have it and just leave me alone. He swore some more and got really so close I could see the veins in his head. I panicked. Punched him with the pound and ran away. If you see a guy with a pound sign on his forehead, BEWARE BEWARE....
  10. Originally posted by HornAfrique: Og-Girl you defended yourself well sis! The only difference I noticed was you are fighting for Somali unity, Fighting for Somali unity? Fighting being the operative word here I suppose, eh? :rolleyes: How exactly do you fight for Unity, saaxib? Do you conquer those that "oppose" it? Do you demonise them? What exactly do you need to do to "fight" for Somali unity? Like I said earlier, this line of discussion is futile. It's not likely to bear any fruit. Even I, the laziest of Somalilanders, find myself digging my dusty flag out and "fighting" my corner here. Trust you me, I, by no means, am convinced that Somaliland will benefit from isolating itself from the rest of Somalia in the long term. I still have my reservations about the whole thing. However, when I see some of the arrogant arguments from the opponents of Somaliland, I can't help but side with my fellow citizens. The citizens of the Self-Declared Republic of Somaliland. The couple of million or so people who decided to go their own way and declare their own country. The people who spent the last fifteen years working to build this proud and self-sufficient country, while all those around them were losing their heads! Yes, fifteen years of hard work and hopeful dreams that have been mostly realised. The only one left to realise is recognition, but that's nothing more than the icing on the cake! It's not a pretty cake, it's not on display yet. But, it's no less a cake than the many found in the UN shop window! It came out of the oven smelling nice and lovely. It's impossible for you to return it to the flour sack now. All the shouting and arguing will not do it. So, why don't you worry about your crumbling doubledecker cake and let us worry about our one. If you're really, really nice we might even agree to put our cake next to yours. Now then, you waved your flags in my face and I returned the compliment with interest. How about we get serious and talk a bit of sense, people.
  11. ^^^^^ Did you hear the story about the two nomads walking in the desert, saaxib? As they were walking in the heat and sun they saw a tree in the distance. Under the tree there was some sort of animal. One of them said to the other “ woxo ma shinber baa?†The second man said “ arr maya, waa ciisaan†They carried on walking and got closer to the tree. The first man said “ waar waxay ila egtahay enay bahasha geedka hoos fadhida shinber tahay†The second one said “ arr waxan ku nedhi waa ciisanâ€. They continued walking and just as they reached the tree, the bird flew away. The first man said “ so kuman odhan shinber bay aheed?†The second man replied “ waar haday dhuusho na, wali waa ciisan†Adeer ciisaanta mad naga daysaan dee PS Apology for the bad Somali PPS This was an adaptation of an Arabic folk tale( wouldn’t want to claim it).
  12. lol@^^^^^^^^^^Think about it now Eight other wives to share with? Hell, all your objections to married life and sexism will disappear. One will do the cleaning, one the cooking, on the kids feeding, one will iron the husband’s clothes, one will take the rubbish out and they’ll all still have enough time for rest and relaxation. It’s the poor husband who’ll be overworked and get nagged senseless by all eight (eight woman nagging you? Ouch :eek: ). The only serious problem I can see here is the PHONE! How are they going to agree on that one? Anyway, this woman sounds like a Mormon to me (Utah, right?).
  13. Hello, You know one thing I learned recently is that there live amongst us a group of radical ethinically Somali group that claim to not be from Somalia, they say they are from a one city(now supposedly a country)that has its own flag.Hello! what happened to the blue flag with the white star? Further more they want the United Nations to acknowlegde that they are an independent country. What the heck?What normal person is going to recognize one city located in Somalia to become its own COUNTRY! Come on Somalis, let's all say that our country is SOmalia and that we are Somalis period. Peace, Peace and mo' Peace! Sister, do you disagree with the existence of the “country†called Somaliland? Do you not think they have a RIGHT to decide their own destiny? Do you have any moral, political or even humanitarian objections to their cause? Do you really think it’s ONE city? You want them back in the fold yet you use phrases such as “ there live amongst us a group of radical ethnically Somali group†as if they’re some sort of mafia that needs exposing! Come on, you can do better than this! Give us more and expand on the topic so that others can reply with something worth reading. What you wrote above is nothing but a cheap dig at Somalilanders that will only receive similar replies. The tedious vicious circle will start again and we’ll get nowhere with these discussions. Lets assume the people of Somaliland changed their minds and decided to become citizens of greater Somalia again, would you trust them? Would you welcome them with open arms? Would you share the “loot†fairly with them? Is it politically beneficial in the short term? How about the long term? They might have some demands; will these demands be met? You see, there are hundreds of questions and a dozen paths you can walk in when discussing the case of Somaliland, they’re all open to you and would make for a very interesting discussion (even if it’s hypothetical). Even for those wanting to have subtle digs at the gullibility of the “separatistsâ€, it would really be done better and in a more civilised way if you try to wrap it with a bit of false compassion and understanding. We are talking politics after all! Duck, dive, twist and wriggle but just don’t spit out the sour truth (your sour truth) in your first post. It’s a discussion killer, you see. :mad:
  14. NGONGE

    BOREDOM

    Last night, I went to bed early and had a nightmare. Some strange guy in a shopping mall that sometimes looked like a bus stop and sometimes looked like a beach kept on calling me a bully! I was laughing in my dream at the randomness of his attack. He kept on calling me all sorts of names. Other people joined in. I decided to ignore them and walk away. Some kids rang the doorbell and ran away. I had enough and decided to go back and give that guy a piece of my mind. A pack of dogs started chasing me. I tried to trick them and get back to the guy. I fell in a hole. I saw a mouse trap with a mouse in it. It had henna on its feet! I walked away. I saw a gang of mice heading my way. I ran. They gave chase. It wasn’t the mice it was the dogs again! They started shooting at me. I dived into a ditch. I saw a sleeping snake. I jumped out. The guy at the bus stop was laughing and saying, “ You’re not just a bully you’re a coward too†I punched him on the nose. It deflated like a big balloon. I was buried under it. I fought to get out but the rest of his body was trying to restrain me. I started screaming. Everyone screamed. I kept on punching in the dark. It started raining. I heard babies cry. The rain was cold. I was drenched. I looked up and saw a giant snail. It was talking to me! I didn’t understand what it was saying. I tried to focus. I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I got up and looked for them. It was my wife. She told me to stop making so much noise and punching the wall. She looked angry. I pretended I was still sleeping. I put the cover on my face. Under the cover, I started checking out my bleeding hands. I fell asleep. In the morning, my wife asked me if I had a good night’s sleep. I said “ Why did you wake me up last night?†She said, “ I didn’t,†I said “ Yes you did and you also poured some cold water on me†She said, “ I didn’t. You must have been dreaming†I said “ I was dreaming but you woke me up and told me to stop punching the wall, even my knuckles were bloody!†She said “ They’re not bloody now, are they?†I looked at them and they were not. She said, “ See? I told you it was a dream,†I said “ Maybe that bit was part of the dream but the water bit was not,†She said “ You need to see a doctor†I said “What for? My hands are ok now†She said, “ You just do,†I said “ I wont†she slapped me! When I woke up this morning, I was going to ask her about that slap and start an argument with her over it but I was running late and had to go to work. I might as well forgive her now.
  15. NGONGE

    Arabic Poem

    رجعت لنÙسي Ùاتهمت حصاتي وناديت قومي Ùاحتسبت حياتي رموني بعقم ÙÙŠ الشباب وليتني عقمت Ùلم أجزع لقول عداتي ولدت Ùلما لم أجد لعرائسي رجالاً وأكÙاءً وأدت بناتي وسعت كتاب الله Ù„Ùظاً وغاية وما ضقت عن آي٠به وعظات Ùكي٠أضيق اليوم عن وص٠آلة وتنسيق أسماء٠لمخترعات أنا البحر ÙÙŠ أحشائه الدر كامن Ùهل ساءلوا الغواص عن صدÙاتي..ØŸ! Ùيا ويحكم أبلى وتبلى محاسني ومنكم وإن عز الدواء أساتي أيطربكم من جانب الغرب ناعب ينادي بوأدي ÙÙŠ ربيع حياتي؟! أرى كل يوم ÙÙŠ الجرائد مزلقاً من القبر يدنيني بغير أناة!! وأسمع للكتاب ÙÙŠ مصر ضجةً Ùأعلم أن الصائحين نعاتي!! أيهجرني قومي عÙا الله عنهم إلى لغة لم تتصل برواة؟! In this case, it really is not just words on a screen Forgot to say: These words are by the poet of the Nile, Hafiz Ibrahim. For those who can read Arabic, just in case you didn't get it what he's talking about (as if), he's talking about the Arabic language.
  16. Loved your story, dawoco laakin dhaqaxaantan aad tuurayso talo yaay ku dhice doonaan?
  17. In English: Muslims Outraged by Brutal Forced Marriage Film Dutch Muslims have expressed outrage at a film broadcast on national television that tells the fictional story of a Muslim woman forced into a violent marriage, raped by a relative and brutally punished for adultery. One Muslim group has called it “extr emely insulting.†Submission, an English-language film broadcast on Sunday, was scripted by a right-wing politician who years ago renounced the Islamic faith of her birth and now refers to herself as an “ex-Muslim.†The place of Muslim immigrants in Dutch society has long been a contentious issue in the Netherlands, where many right-wing politicians have pushed for tougher immigration laws and say Muslims already settled in the country must make a greater effort to assimilate. Like her right-wing colleagues, Ayaan Hirsi Ali, a member of the Dutch parliament, has repeatedly outraged fellow Muslims by criticising Islamic customs and the failure of Muslim families to adopt Dutch ways. But Hirsi Ali, originally from Somalia, said the 11-minute film was not intended to be provocative. Rather, it was an attempt to reach “intelligent Muslim women†and to expose the abuse of women, she said. Several Muslim groups and newspapers criticised it as a shallow provocation that lacked insight. The women’s group Al Nisa yesterday called it “extremely insulting†and said Hirsi Ali had shown “ignorance and insensitivity†in handling the issue of domestic violence. The film tells the fictional story of a young Muslim woman forced into an arranged marriage with a man who beats her. She is ordered to keep silent about being raped by her uncle to protect his honour. She is later punished for having an adulterous relationship with a man she falls in love with at a market. The body of the actress on which Hirsi Ali painted Islamic texts for the filming, is shown with inflamed lacerations to the sound of a cracking whip. The woman kneels on a prayer rug and speaks to Allah. Her last words are a wish for her own death. “It is not intended as a provocation,†Hirsi Ali said during a three-hour interview accompanying the first airing of the film on Sunday night. “You see the woman praying. She symbolises a lot of women to me – women who were an inspiration to me.†The unidentified actress, whose full face is never seen on the film, appears in the movie in a translucent caftan-like gown and a veil, which Hirsi Ali said was meant “to reveal what is behind the robe.†Throughout the film, her naked body is clearly visible through the robe – in itself an insult in Islamic culture. The symbolism, she said, “is not intended for the viewers, but for woman in Iran, Somalia and Saudi Arabia who live under the Shariah (Islamic law).†Ceylan Weber of the Al Nisa Foundation for Muslim Women said domestic violence is a reality in the Islamic world, but that Hirsi Ali’s “irrational, insensitive approach will only drive the issue further underground. “She has absolutely no clue about the complexity of domestic violence,†said Weber, who has worked for years with abused women. Ayyub Mohamed Ajoeb of the Muslim Information Centre said the film “is yet another attempt at provocation by ... Hirsi Ali, the most frustrated politician in our country. She creates a culture of fear around the Islam by trying to portray it as a backward culture.†Hirsi Ali fled to the Netherlands to escape an arranged marriage 11 years ago when she was 23. She studied political science at a Dutch university and was elected to parliament last year for the free-market Liberal Party. Her telegenic looks and outspokenness made her a media star. Since then, she has inflamed Muslim opinion in the Netherlands by calling Islam “backward†and saying the prophet Mohammed, when measured by today’s Western standards, would be considered “a tyrant.†She says her intention is to liberate Muslim women. Jozias van Aartsen, the leader of Hirsi Ali’s right-leaning Liberal Party, said in a statement after the program that Hirsi Ali’s views were welcome in the party. “Ayaan Hirsi Ali is a woman with a message,†Van Aartsen said. “She has found a new medium for her message – images.†Source: http://news.scotsman.com/latest.cfm?id=3433425 Here is Ayaan
  18. I’m not going to take part in this futile bashing of Somali men and women. Maybe next thread, eh? I only have one problem with Somali women. It’s not a serious problem. It’s not even something they’re doing wrong. It’s in fact something they’re doing right. I just don’t like it. I tell a lie, I like it. I like it a lot but it’s not right and I don’t want to hear it anymore. So, now that I got that off my chest, you can carry on with your arguments, people. Thanks for listening. Sorry, I forgot to tell you about the thing. My objection is to Somali girls calling me “walaaaloâ€. I get Goosebumps every time I hear that word! I humbly request that the ladies here stop referring to me as walaalo please. :cool:
  19. NGONGE

    BOREDOM

    On Saturday, I went for a run in the local park. After running round for ten minutes, I decided to have a break. I sat on a bench and thought about having a cigarette. I didn’t. I heard a funny sound. I looked around and couldn’t find where the sound was coming from. I found it. There was a bottle of coke next to me on the bench. It was empty and had the cover on. It was shaking slightly. There was a Bee in it! Who would lock a Bee in a coke bottle? I felt sorry for the poor creature. Who locked it in there? Why? I decided to let it go. I didn’t. I remembered Aladdin’s story (or was it Sinbad?). The one where he found a bottle in the beach and when he opened it a huge Jinni came out and tried to kill him. Aladdin managed to outwit the jinni on that occasion, could I outwit the Bee? What if I let it out and it took its anger out on me? I decided not to take the risk. An old man walked past and looked at me with the bottle in my hand. I hid it behind my back. I hoped he didn’t see the Bee. He probably now thinks I put it there. I’ve got to let it go. I can’t walk away and leave it there. There is a witness now. I looked around me to see if anyone else was coming. The old man was gone. There was nobody about. I slowly put the bottle back and got up. A woman ran past. I sat down again. I didn’t put the Bee in the bottle so why am I feeling guilty about it? Maybe I was born guilty! Is locking Bees in bottles classed as cruelty to animals? Would I get persecuted for it? Surely that’s not the coolest of crimes to get sent down for! I decided to walk away and if I got caught in the act of walking away, I was going to punch whoever catches me. If I were going to go to jail I’d rather go down for assault than for mistreating Bees. What if the Bee dies inside the bottle though? I’d be a Bee murderer. No I wont. I didn’t put the silly Bee in the bottle. I only found it there. Will anyone believe me though? My fingerprints are all over the bottle! I decided that the best course of action was to cut short today’s exercise and take the bottle home with me. I’ll think of something to do once I got home. I put the bottle in my pocket and walked away guardedly. Whenever someone walked past me I’d start to whistle to drown the sounds of the Bee in the bottle. The journey home usually takes five minutes but that day was different, it was as if I was walking a marathon with a Bee in my pocket! When I was a few yards away from home the noise stopped. I took the bottle out to find the Bee dead! I almost fainted. I took deep breaths and convinced myself that the Bee was not dead. Maybe it’s just unconscious. How do you give a Bee first aid? I opened the front door and walked in. My wife saw me and said, “ What’s in the empty bottle?†I said “ a dead Bee, dear†She said, “ Why are you carrying a dead Bee in an empty bottle?†I said “ I found it in the park†She said “ But why are you carrying it?†I didn’t want to say why because she’ll only call me silly again. I said, “I felt sorry for it†She said “ So what are you planning to do with it now?†I said, “ I’m not sure,†She said “ It’s cruel to keep Bees in bottles, you know†I said “ I know†She said “ Let it go†I tried to open the bottle when my wife screamed “ Not here, silly, not here†I stopped. She said “ go outside and then let it out†I said “What if anyone saw me?†She said, “ What if anyone saw you?†I said “ Exactly†she said “I’m married to a mad man†I said “ I’m not mad†She said “ No you’re not but you’re very childish†I said “ Is it childish to feel sorry for Bees?†She said “ No it’s not†I said “ There you go then†She said “It’s childish to keep them in a bottle though†I said “ I didn’t put that Bee in this bottle†she said “Who did then? Your invisible friend?†I didn’t want to have this conversation anymore. She was patronising me. She said, “ I think the Bee is dead†I said, “ No it’s not, it’s just unconscious†She said, “How did you know that?†I said, “ I just know†She said, “ Just get rid of it please†I walked out, looked around me and opened the bottle. I waited for the Bee to get some air and wake up. It didn’t. I shook the bottle. The Bee fell out. It was dead! I threw the bottle away and went back in all sad and melancholic. She said to me “ You are very silly†I didn’t reply. She said “don’t get upset now, I didn’t mean to make you that sad†I said “ it’s not you, dear, it’s the Bee,†She said, “ Did it sting you?†I said, “ No, it’s dead†She said “ You’re sad because the Bee is dead?†I said “ Yes†she said “ But it’s only a Bee, dear†I said, “ I’m a Bee murderer†she said, “ I told you you’re sillyâ€.....
  20. Heh. The arguments between the Baro family and the rest still go on I see! I find it hard to understand the objections to this Baro crew. In fact, if it wasn't a bit of a mouthful, I would have become an NGONGEBARO myself. Still, I think the Baros have enough problems to deal with without me adding to them by forcibly joining their ranks. Lets look at the objections here and try to address some of them: They're accused of talking Somali and excluding others. This has an element of truth in it, but it only applies when they hijack a thread started by someone else who does not speak or write good Somali. When the thread is a Baro thread, the accusation becomes invalid. As tedious as my next line would sound to you, it still holds true: You. Don't. Have. To. Read. Their. Threads. :rolleyes: Now, the second accusation is a serious one. The Baro family are accused of not contributing anything of value to this website. Value is not a straightforward thing. What I view as valuable and helpful might be considered dull and boring by others. I personally enjoyed reading the Somali threads the Baro group started and took part in. I don't profess to understand every single word they write but I usually get the idea; it's basic stuff. At times, it's only simple Somali but a tiny drop of water is worth a dozen oceans to a thristy man. I suspect that this is not really a pro Baro or anti Baro argument. I have a feeling this goes much deeper than that. Maybe someone should start a trivial thread asking all the regulars their reasons for visiting this website. We might get closer to the truth then. In the meantime, I'd say live and let live. :cool:
  21. NGONGE

    BOREDOM

    On Friday night, I was home alone. My wife and sister went to a wedding party and were coming back late. I got back from work. Changed. Had something to eat. Said goodbye to the ladies and was ready to start looking after the six kids I was left to look after! Two girls and four boys. Ages ranging from two months to six years. It promised to be a fun evening. It was. I first started preparing their final meal of the day. Jam sandwiches and milk. The one year old girl was happy with my choice but all the rest refused to eat! They wanted chips! I could not make them chips. We compromised. They had crisps for dinner. Next, I had to divide them into groups of two and wash them. The three year old girl. My daughter. Refused to share the shower with her two year old male cousin. I thought to myself 'that's my girl'. I washed the three boys first. While I was doing this, I gave the two girls a couple of brooms and told them that sweeping the floor outside the bathroom was the most important job in the house. They did a great job. It was their turn to have a shower. I gave the boys the Hoover and asked them to vacuum the area that the girls cleaned. They had to somehow share the credit for a job well done with the girls. They also did a sterling job. After washing the girls and the boys, it was time for their night clothes. Children are picky little rascals! I threatened the boys with skirts and the girls with a hair cut. They behaved. I put the boys to sleep and got ready to dry and comb the girls' hair. They wouldn't sit still. The elder one kept asking me to promise not to cut her hair! I did. She didn't believe me. I gave her a small mirror and told her to jump away the minute she saw me trying to cut her hair. She sat still throughout. The younger one asked me to apply makeup to her face! She's only eighteen month's old! I put some baby powder on her face. The older one who's not used to seeing me agree to their demands easily worked out why I was very nice to them. She knew I didn't want them to make any noise and wake the boys up. She started taking advantage. I asked her to stop. She said " NO" I said " If you don't stop right now I'm going to put you in the backyard" She said " I'm not scared". I said " I'm going to leave you there all night" She said " I'm not scared" I said " You're going to be cold" She said "I'll sleep in the shed" I said " are you really not that scared?" She said " Yes" I said " So, do you want to sleep in the backyard?" She said " No. But I'm not scared" I said " Ok then. Be a good girl and you can sleep on your own bed" She didn't know what to say. Her sister started singing the theme song to Balamory. I told her to stop. She pretended not to understand me and started laughing. I pretended to laugh with her and stuck my tongue out at her. She stopped singing. I finished their hair and put them to bed. I didn't put them in the same room as the boys. My six year old nephew got up and followed us into the room. He wanted me to read him a bedtime story! I picked up an Arabic book and read them the story about the guy who had to look after the six naughty kids. They felt sorry for the hero of the story. I made up a childish song about that guy being the greatest babysitter in the world. They sang the song with me. I said goodnight and left them to sleep. They promised they'll sleep. I sat in front of the TV and watched highlights of the Olympic games. I saw athletes finishing races and looking real tired. I didn't feel sorry for them as I usually do. I thought what silly and weak people these tired athletes were. I'm looking after six kids here. I'm not acting weak and tired. I should be getting a gold medal. The door opened. I saw tiny feet. My two year old daughter came in. I asked her why is she not sleeping. She told me that her younger sister is coughing too much. I went upstairs. She followed me up. The younger sister was sleeping. She was not coughing. She was snoring! I prodded her a couple of times. She stopped snoring. I told my daughter to go to sleep and ignore the "coughing". She did. I went downstairs. I heard a baby cry! Damn! I forgot all about the baby. I forgot where I left him. I looked for him everywhere. I followed the sound. He was in his Moses basket. On top of the kitchen table! When did I leave him there? I picked him up. His nappy was full. I started changing him. He kept on wriggling about. I started singing to him. The same song about the greatest babysitter. He calmed down. I made him some milk. I gave him his milk and put him back in the basket. I felt guilty about forgetting him. Sat back watching the tired athletes. This was easy. for twenty minutes, I sat watching the TV with no problems. I panicked.Things should not be that easy. I looked at the baby. He was sleeping. Was he sleeping? He wasn't moving at all. I lifted his arm up and let it fall. It fell! I prodded him. He didn't move. I did it again. He didn't move. I did it a third time. He cried. I was relived. I picked him up and begged him to stop crying. He wouldn't stop. My daughter and my eldest nephew came running down. She said " The baby is crying" I said !"I know. Why are you not sleeping?" She said "Because the baby is crying" I said " I'm looking after the baby, go back to sleep please" She said " I can't" I said "Why can't you?" She said " because the baby is crying" I said " Ok, go back and just lie down in bed, you don't have to sleep" she said " I can't" I said " Why not now?" She said " because it's dark" I said " No it's not. There is a baby light in the room" She said "It's darker than here" I said " Do you want to sleep here?" She said " I can't" I was ready to throw the baby at her. I said " Why not?" She said" because the baby is crying".I asked her to sit down and not talk at all. She did. My nephew asked me if he could sit down too. I said he could. He walked over to her with a happier face than a gold medal winner! The baby stopped crying. I put him back down and turned my attention to the sleepless two. I asked them if they wanted to play the sleeping game with me. They said yes. I asked them to lie down, shut their eyes and see who would sleep first. My daughter was excited and almost agreed to play the game. My nephew whispered something in her ear.She looked at me. She looked hurt. I asked her what was wrong. She said " It's a trick" I said " No it's not. It's a game" She said" You want to trick us" My nephew said " Yeah, you want to trick us". I couldn't trick a couple of infants! Take that gold medal back. I'm not worthy. They were both looking at me. Waiting for my next move. I need to come up with something totally childish to win this game. I picked up the baby and started walking out of the room. I told them to switch the TV and lights off when they come to bed. They didn't say anything but I could see it in their eyes. They thought this was another trick. I went upstairs. Went to bed. They both came running after me. My daughter climbed into bed and whispered in my ear " daddy, are you really going to sleep?" I said "yes". She said "What about mummy?" I said " She has a key" She said " Can I sleep next to you?" I said " No. Sleep on your own bed" She said " But I can't sleep on my own bed" I asked her why. She said " because it's too small" I said " You're small" She said " No I'm a big girl" I said "Big girls sleep on their own beds" she said " but your bed is big" I gave in. My six year old nephew who I suspect to be the brains of this lethal partnership, jumped in. I told them to go to sleep and not give me any more hassle. They didn't reply. Half an hour later, they were both snoring. I put them back in their own beds. I picked up the baby's basket and went back downstairs. Nothing else happened. Three hours later, my wife and sister came back. I passed them the baby and went back to bed. I entered the bedroom and found my daughter and nephew bouncing on the bed. they tricked me! I didn't care. It wasn't my problem anymore. I sent them downstairs and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up late. I went downstairs and found all the kids lined up and waiting for me! They clumsily started singing the song from the night before. The greatest baby sitter song. I grunted and went to the toilet....
  22. NGONGE

    HARIIFO!

    I’m going on the opposite direction to you all. Before I got married I used to joke about not wanting to have a mother-in-law. I got married and unfortunately, I don’t have a mother-in-law. My wife has taken over my family! My sisters phone her to tell her all the news. My parents phone her to discuss things with her. It’s like she’s their daughter and I’m the damn in-law. I have tried my best to start trouble between them. I even told them this. You think it’s not nice when they don’t get on? It’s even worse when they do..adaa lagu tashanya! :mad: I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side. Mustn’t complain. Alxamduliallah cala koli xaaal.
  23. NGONGE

    BOREDOM

    ^^^ None of this is real, dear. Well, only the nice bits you said about my wife of course(You never know, she might be reading it).