Very different, in my opinion. The diaspora communities are often more divided politically and socially than are the average Somalis back home. So methinks SOL would not yield a representative sample, owing to the fact that the majority of users of this website are based outside, and in particular, in Europe and north America.

^ It was removed because the admin seems to have a soft spot for endangered specimen on SOL such as yourself. But atleast you got a chance to read it, even though the tripe masquerading as a rejoinder that you've furnished afterwards has been found wanting, once again...ha ha ha! You've lost the plot long ago, A&T. Your cacoethes has gotten the best of you and you're now content to attempt to drown me out with a torrent of gibberish. Throw the cantrabaqash out of the window, A&T, and you no-longer have any munitions to come back at me with, eh? I guess when backed against a wall, dumb animals have to be expected to resort to base low-level tactics such as that. Roooooar with all your might, groooowl even, but you're still just a little puppy at heart. Now, here, enjoy this little bowl of caanoboore just recently mixed for you...lol

I am heartbroken now that my Mudug team has been kicked out of the tournament by Nugaal, but I'm always hopeful that come next year, the team will perform much better. Of the remaining teams, I now want Banaadir to go all the way, and good luck to the other teams, anyway.

The Going by Thomas Hardy Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow's dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, You would close your term here, up and be gone Where I could not follow With wing of swallow To gain one glimpse of you ever anon! Never to bid good-bye Or lip me the softest call, Or utter a wish for a word, while I Saw morning harden upon the wall, Unmoved, unknowing That your great going Had place that moment, and altered all. Why do you make me leave the house And think for a breath it is you I see At the end of the alley of bending boughs Where so often at dusk you used to be; Till in darkening dankness The yawning blankness Of the perspective sickens me! You were she who abode By those red-veined rocks far West, You were the swan-necked one who rode Along the beetling Beeny Crest, And, reining nigh me, Would muse and eye me, While Life unrolled us its very best. Why, then, latterly did we not speak, Did we not think of those days long dead, And ere your vanishing strive to seek That time's renewal? We might have said, "In this bright spring weather We'll visit together Those places that once we visited." Well, well! All's past amend, Unchangeable. It must go. I seem but a dead man held on end To sink down soon. . . . O you could not know That such swift fleeing No soul foreseeing-- Not even I--would undo me so!

Abtigiis;683183 wrote: :D Because it is hard to imagine an amplifier would speak where there is no speaker behind it, your talk above is a proof that Xinn indeed is alive and has not died of the wounds inflicted upon him. It is a proof that like the last days of Saddam Hussien, he is hiding in narrow underground holes, testing the literary temperature of SOL by engaging in a war of attrition with me, and sending delinquent juveniles from Tikri t to blow themselves up, instead of leading the fight himself. I can forvige you for misunderstanding what this thread is all about on account of your IQ. This thread is about Xinnfanin's continuous failure to divorce characters in stories from the story-teller; it is not about whether the story-teller is a good story-teller or the story is a good story. Of course dimwits are not supposed to know this, but Xinn should have known. A&T, I hope you realize that, outside of my abject disgust for temperamental caanoboore nutjobs such as yourself...my other pet peeve is having to scroll down a buffoon's mindless brain-fart. Now, while I applaud your sense of urgency in delivering a character assassination on behalf of your desperate craving for attention and a cheap comeback, at any cost... you of all people who has never been the smartest lad, or the sharpest tool in the woodshed should never poke fun at someone else's IQ. But seriously though, was that the best you could come up with-- make snide remarks of my intelligence-- and hope that I don't bother to reply? ....It is a proof that like the last days of Saddam Hussien....... sending delinquent juveniles from Tikrit to blow themselves up, instead of leading the fight himself A&T, how many times do I have to repeat to you that your asinine tactics that you wield at everyone else does not work on me in the slightest? Name-dropping dead dictators or trying to compare me with the terrorists of Tikrit is yet another example of you practicing your unique brand of caanoboore humor and making a fool out of yourself. I've seen low-level marfashlanders spewing propaganda and lies who made more sense than you, the fact that you're actually trying and yet still come up with this sh!t is truly sad. When are you bloody going to realize that it's not a comeback when you don't make an iota of sense? Saaxiib, you're a total waste of time, space, and effort. And if this is going to be a war of "attrition" to find out who can write the silliest drivel without dropping dead due to boredom then you can count me out! Adios.

^ A&T: Your meandering fulminations are reminiscent of an inept public speaker I've had the misfortune to endure recently: He would ramble endlessly describing what he was going to say, and then, as if what he had to say was actually relevant, he devoted minimal time actually explaining what he'd promised he was gonna explain, which was as pointless in its explanation as it was in its initial agonizing description. In short, what have you said? To prattle about your alleged talents here, A&T, is ALWAYS far less impressive than if others were to discover them on their own without you incessantly crowing and prancing about them. In your case, you've preened about how you were going to verbally master Xiinfaniin, and for that matter, anyone else who dared attempt to come his aid--yet, you've rambled pointlessly without laying a single glove on your first victim-- Xiin, and you continue to congratulate yourself on what you truly haven't accomplished. But in any case, enjoy your thinly disguised veneer of self-doubt... I know we have!

...Always in tow, or running beside, will be an un-robed ruffian - Mr. Somalia types, clearly grateful and fixed to the helm of this dark "Puntalnd oracle" — literally by step, symbolically by talk and false smile. ... it seems there is no dispute that Xinn's appendix - Mr. Somalia , is an irredeemable out and out knave who delusionaly believes he is the originator of Shakespere's words ! And when the man we all knew to be a firm dweller within the perimeters of Somali cultural ethos morphs into the persona of the imbecile Mr. Somalia , with an IQ level of between 25 and 50 and the age of between three to five year old, it is not a sight true friends of Xinn will find pretty. I am sorry, A&T I realize you want to drum up some readership for this here lackluster thread of yours, by liberally dropping my name in it--but seriously dude, why bother when everyone in here knows that I am a SOL superstah... or has wallowing in your own faeces in the pursuit for Xiinfaniin emboldened you? Tell me, must I always have a fresh batch of caanoboore ready in hand for every-time you try to drag me into the deep trenches of your most abject drivel? Which is it gonna be, compadre?

^ Au contraire, your message was VERY loud and clear(who could have missed it with all those bold fonts that you deployed )-- but unfortunately it has no basis in reality whatsoever. So please, do not extend this travesty any further. Let those dead souls rest in peace!

^ Or so now you speak for JB, do you? Sorry to break it to you, Ngonge, but you won no war saaxiib. Somalis from every corner of the country rose up in turns and fought against the oppressive regime of the time. These are facts, backed up by overwhelming evidence, and are not subject to debate(If your weak attempts at historic misrepresentations and revisionism can even be considered "debate.") You can't win an argument against reality, but please....keep up the good work with the pretentious braggadocio, we really don't care to see the wasteland which lies beyond.

Mudug & Sool Oo Isdhaafi Waayey, Banaadir Oo Ku Istaagtey Gedo Garowe (RBC Radio):- Ciyaaro aad u adag ayaa maanta dhexmaray xulalka kubada cagta ee gobolada Sool iyo Mudug, Banaadir iyo Gedo, kuwaasi oo ciyaarahoodu ay ku soo gabagaboobeen guul iyo guuldarro. Ciyaaraha galabta dhexmaray Group-ka B, waxaa qeybtii hore is arkey xulalka kubada cagta ee Sool iyo Mudug, kuwaasi oo ciyaartoodu ay ku soo gaba gabowday bareejo 1-1, kadib markii labada kooxood ay is mari waayeen. Qeybtii labaad ee ciyaaraha ayaa waxaa iyaguna kulmay Banaadir iyo Gedo, waxaana ciyaarta dhexmartey oo ahayd mid xiiso leh labada dhinac ay isku qaadeen weeraro kul kulul, waxaana ciyaartaasi ay ku soo dhamaatay 3-2, halkaasina waxay guusha ku raacdey xulka gobolka Banaadir. Xulalka kubada cagta ee gobolada Banaadir iyo Mudug ayaa noqonaya labada kooxood ee ka soo baxdey Group-ka B, iyadoo boorsooyinkooda ay qaateen xulalka kubada cagta ee gobolada Sool iyo Gedo oo iyaguna ka mid ahaa afarta kooxood ee Group B. ************************************************** ************** Thank God, Mudug was able to marginally scrape through to the second round of the games. Sool had me very worried after they equalized and they outplayed Mudug most of the game.

RE: Sonnet 46 I find this debate between the eye and the heart claim over the ownership and dominion of a loved one to be quite fascinating, although I am swayed towards supporting the claims of the heart. See...I have seen a blind person fall in love and thrive, but I am yet to see a fully sighted heartless individual fall in love. Without the heart, in my opinion, there cannot be feelings nor emotions--but, of course, the ability to see the object of your love is also always very desirable. Nice selection, Duke!

^ That's hilarious - you're actually trying to defend the digging up of the graveyards of these Somali people by comparing it to the commemoration of Sayid Cabdille Xassan's struggle? Sadly, I'm not as surprised as I wish I were, although, I honestly expected more from you Ngonge, than your average Hargaysa hokum. Your argument, of course, is an incredibly weak one - because the historical record clearly shows that the atrocities suffered by these folks, like all the rest of Somalis who suffered under that regime, was not unique to them alone. So try again. Also, tell us if as you say, these crimes have become an integral part of the "fabric of society" and are therefore unforgivable---tell us why it seems always that former officers of the very same regime that you say committed these atrocities always rise to the upper echelons of power in Hargaysa?

Abtigiis;682233 wrote: Budhcad-badeed Boy, Using 'I' makes droll-type writings more personal and strong. It is true no fiction is written based on imaginations alone and parts of what is said here and there will relate to one's experience -whether he lived it or he saw people living it, but it is also important you realise the above story is not my biography. Sure, it depicts the atmosphere in the school I studied in. ^ Heavy snow is falling as Dr. Richard B.Vincent steps out of his classic Lotus Elan. He puts on his heavy coat, pair of gloves and woolen scarf as he makes his way to the general hospital for an emergency call. Dr. Vincent: How are things going today nurse? Nurse: Well everything was just fine until things came to head a couple of hours ago. You see there was this patient, a Mr. A&T, who came in with a case of food poisoning. Dr. Vincent: I see...did you carry out any tests to confirm it was food poisoning? Nurse: Well, the patient complained about a severe case of diarrhea. At first, I thought it was nothing too serious, but then, when A&T let loose a deluge of muck right in the hospital's lobby, I started to suspect that the patient might be suffering from more than your average everyday stomach upset. Dr Vincent follows the Nurse to see A&T Nurse: This is the patient. His name of course is A&T. Apart from his inability to control his bowels, he seems to be physically alright, albeit a bit delusional....he's been talking to himself ever since he got here in a weird language. A&T: I am saying to you!!! Budcadh-badeedka ha nalaga qabto!! Khadyaan bilaahi ayaanu ka taagannahay. Nooligii qiimihiisi ayaa cirka isku shareeray. Caana-boorihii baryahaan lama goyn karo!! Dr. Vincent: Hmmm....he seems to be somewhat perturbed...whats this Ana Boor he keeps repeating? Nurse: I'm not sure, but I suspect Ana Boor could be the name of his wife or child. But then again, he came in alone. Dr Vincent: Indeed....A&T can you hear me? This is Dr Richard. Did you recently come into contact with any contaminated foods? Did you recently go to a picnic, a large social gathering or a restaurant? A&T: War caano-boore i sii! Caano-boore la'aan baana heysa! Orod gaalada aad u shaqaysid Caano-boore iiga keen!! Dr.Vincent to Nurse: There he goes again mentioning that Ana Boor lady! Dr.Vincent: Do you have any pain anywhere? A&T: Yes. Yes. I have baain. I have big baain. its something troubbing me in my stomach, in my face, in leg, in finger, in my a$$--everywhere I feel pain. Dr Vincent: Couple that with your diarrhea-- that would be the telltale signs of food poisoning, A&T. Do you feel any tenderness in the abdomen? Do you feel dehydrated? A&T: Waryaa adigu ma budhcadkaad u shaqeysaa horta. Why you arrest me in this room? I know you want a ransom, right? You're going to try to make money from me, huh? To hell with you and to hell with this Hosbitaal! I am boycotting this place and I am telling my Somali beebol not come here to! Dr Vincent: Nurse, take note that the patient has refused to be treated and- A&T gets up to dress... A&T: Before I go , can I have some Caano-boore? Dr Vincent: Fcuk your Ana boor, you deranged immigrant! A&T: Ha ha... I knew it! You work for the Bucadh-badeed! Dr Vincent: Nurse, get security, will you! A&T is dragged away. Dr Vincent follows Nurse to see next patient. Nurse to Doctor: Sir, I think you overacted. Clearly the man was missing someone... THE END

^ الحبر هو البراز

^ lol @ "dee"!

^ Once again, Konaylka manages to prove that he isn't working with much up in the cranial sphere. Seriously mate, if you can't add anything sensible, get back to the marfash you wriggled out from and stay there. Or better yet, enjoy this photo...

Abtigiis;681898 wrote: Nitsu was a noisy girl, but a nice one. She personified compassion. No encounter with male schoolmates of mine, even as we grew old and grey-haired, ended without nostalgically recalling the role Nitsu played in cultivating within us selflessness and the internalization of pity as the driving factor behind our actions, intentions and decisions when dealing with needy human beings. Few realize that sexual permissiveness is a carnal correlative to an altruistic position. It is a vivid metaphor for humanitarian give-ness. It is a way of overthrowing our values by challenging the mores around a foundational reproductive assignment. Tell me: is it very difficult for a girl who disagrees to relieve a man dying with the pain of passion, in an era HIV and Aids were not a risk, to also disagree to give water to thirsty voyagers in a desert? And all the names she got, some that permanently disfigured her-like the ‘river of the schoolboys’, she took with surprising doggedness. She gave pleasure to all of us when serious dates refused to oblige and the desired ones failed to show up. No complaint, no criticism of why she was overlooked first. She gave what we wanted with only one quaint request: Don’t tell to Solomon, or Murad, or Assefa or the Harari Ihsan who was the most handsome boy with the prettiest girlfriend –Mawardi. And I respected her words, kept for myself till today the 22nd of December 2010. In truth, it was Murad who told me to go to her, telling me there is no way I will fail. He told me she told him Ihsan sees her in secret, and when she asked him why he of all boys –with Mawardi by his side, would come to her, Ihsan complained that Mawardi won’t give him anything before they finish school and formally marry. He said the pimples and warts on his face are exhibits of unfinished passion, always constrained to lipsing kisses and warm embraces. Only once did Nitsu protest. And it is hard to dispel that sight from my mind. At break, she walked into the cafeteria where students were drinking tea; the angry Nitsu, all clothes in one hand, the other one broadcasting hot and menacing curses, herself stark nude to show our stunned faces her naked anger in erect fullness, undisguised by any sartorial pretensions. She delivered a hot message no one cannot duck: You can talk about me, but I am confident, I am clean, fearless, and immune to insults and ridicule. She was clean; her name in the vernacular. Insults, she does not deserve for merely undressing and bending to gratify the passion of outsiders she doesn’t know, but she cannot turn down becuse she embraced self-demeaning to advance human pleasure. They –the school community made her an enemy, an opposite of all the other girls in their fondness of opposites. They made her the Satan in Paradise Lost, themselves the God he challenged. As a fallen archangel, John Milton’s Satan comes through as a shrewd, calculating character of unparalleled brilliance. As humans who share in his foibles, we tend to gravitate towards him, indeed to identify with him. God, on the other hand, emerges as a flat voice of holy edicts, seemingly hostile to fallen man’s enterprise. He can’t fit in the narrative, or else he ceases to be God. So he is no match for the restless and striking Satan. We identified with Nitsu, not with the Godly girls, who saved a non-deplete-able resource for a man they are yet to meet, a man they don’t know, a man they can’t know; and failed to respond to the immediate needs of a classmate in passion crisis. I never told what she told me to anyone because telling it would have meant giving clues about the source of my bizzare walk in the week that followed my meeting with her. They would have said it is Syphills which was rampant in the campus. ^ Now that you've gotten this off your chest, tell us how well you are managing the STD's you contracted from Nitsu?

Kornaylka, It seems you did not understand a single thing of what I said, but, alas it's not our fault you have the IQ of a demented chicken. Saaxiib, don't hate the playas, hate your elders for brainwashing you into believing such nonsense.

*Blessed;682173 wrote: Mr.Somalia I care not for recognition, borders and such but in that article familiar names stand out. It's offesive that you mock the pain of others, belittle the death of their relatives... This is bigger than the st*pid daily word battles you guys have on here. Those men had relatives and we never want their unjust killing to be forgotton. Congratulations for not having bad memories of the war and the struggles which lead to it, now p*ss off with your insensitive remarks..... To Blessed: You interpreted my remarks as insensitive and I can assure you that being insensitive is the farthest thing from my mind. It just happens that I strongly believe that there was nothing "unjust" about the so-called "killing" of what I see as a criminal band of traitorous insurrectionists. These folks, irregardless of how "familiar" their names are or how you look at it, were involuntarily euthanized for their crimes of high treason against the government of the day and as such, I believe, they do not deserve an iota of sympathy from any reasonable person in here. Now, the heavy handedness of the government back then and whether or not it should have handled it less aggressively is a topic for another day. But as things stand in this thread, these secessionist purveyors of falsehoods want us to feel sorry for criminals and use such pitiful propaganda to score a few political points in their pursuit for international recognition, and that's just lame and unfortunate, that's all. I don't know about you, but methinks we can all agree that Somalia is living through the misfortunes of civil strife within its peoples, primarily brought about by the misguided policies of a corrupt and dictatorial regime. But that said, it isn't right for these guys in here to whine, b!tch and moan, day in and day out, about how bad they have especially had it during the civil war, when we all know that the loss of loved ones was not unique to them alone. Everyday, they put up a cardboard airplane in their town centers showing off that they were once bombarded. Every year they put together lists of names of so-called "victims". Heck, I even once saw a you-tube video of them digging up graveyards and parading the bones of these people, like fish at a market, to a western journalist. So you tell me, Blessed, what's the morality of digging up dead Muslim people and showing their rotting bones and sinews to nin gaal ah? Like I said previously, It's nothing but the same old political game scoring of waa nala xasuuqey ee adduunyadu aqoonsi hana siiso--which is all bullocks of course and will never be heeded by the countries of the world and which is also why I suggest to them that they quit wasting their time, channel their efforts to more productive endeavors and let these folks rest in peace, once and for all.

Hayeeeeeey! Indinka la idiin soo socdaa!

^ Taarikh about the victimhood of the habro! Sorry sxb, I gonna skip class that day! Besides, would it not be more useful to invest in psychiatrists to help heel this mental disease, which clearly it has become instead of teaching these nonsense in school?

^Spare me the lecture, awoowe!

Gobolka Mudug oo Wacdaro Muujiyey Ciyaartii Garoowe & Tobonaan kamid ah Mas’uuliyiinta Gaalkacyo oo Goobjoog u ahaa. Garoowe:(Allpuntland)-Xulka Gobolka Mudug oo kamid ah Xulalka sida tooska ah uga qeybqaadanaya Ciyaaraha 18-aad ee Kubbada Cagta Soomaaliyeed oo ka dhacaya garoonka Kubbada Cagta ee Caasimada Dawlada Puntland ayaa Maanta soo bandhigay Ciyaarihii ugu Wanaagsanaa iyagoo galabta la ciyaaray Gobolka Gedo ee Soomaaliya. Ciyaarta maanta oo ahayd mid xiiso badan Waxaa goobjoog u ahaa Kumanaan Taageerayaal ah Iyo Mas’uuliyiin badan oo ay kujiraan Gudoomiyaha Degmada Gaalkacyo,Gudoomiye xigeenka Golaha Deegaanka Gaalkacyo,Xildhibaanada Golaha Deegaanka Gaalkacyo,Mas’uuliyiin u badan Wasiiro & Xildhibaano katirsan Dawlada Puntland Iyo Tan Federaalka oo kasoo jeeda gobolka Mudug & Taageerayaal badan oo katagay Magaalada Gaalkacyo oo saacadihii lasoo dhaafay halkaas gaarayey. Ciyaarta ayaa Bilwogeedii hore uu Gobolka Mudug ku daahfuray 1-Gool taas oo kadib keentay in ay Dhinacyadu ismari waayeen islamarkaasna ay Ciyaarta u badaleen Weerar & Weerar celis oo uu gobolka Gedo-na doonayey inuu soo celiyo Goolka lagu leeyahay halka Gobolka Mudug-na uu Difaacanayey,Waxaana ay Ciyaartu ugu danbeyn kusoo dhamaatay 1-0 oo uu gobolka Mudug ku badiyey iyadoo ay Xamaasadi ka muuqtay Mas’uuliyiintii Goobta joogta oo Bogaadiyey xulka Gobolka Mudug. Dhinaca kalena Xulka Gobolka Bari ayaa isna Maanta Ciyaartii Labaad ee Garoonka Mire Awaare ka dhacday Wuxuu 4-0 ugu badiyey Xulka gobolka Bakool taas oo iyana ahayd Ciyaar aad u xiiso badnayd,walow ay u muuqtay in Ciyaartani ay hal kooxa dheelaysay islamarkaasna uu gobolka kale kamid ahaa Daawadayaasha Kubbada. Cabdiqani Xayir Allpuntland **************************************************************************** GO MUDUG!