Greetings nomads "Al-jihad al-akbar – the greater jihad, is the inner battle; the invisible war towards self development and unity of mind, body and soul. Many Islamic scholars view this as the prime ambition in Islam, for without this inner jihad, man’s will over his personal and public life is meaningless as man’s physical tendencies and weaknesses can not be overcome. The modern exterior of life created by man has added ugliness where the signs of Allah (swt) through nature once added beauty, meditation and reflection" I was wondering how many of you are into Martial Arts - Kung Fu - Karate - Silat - Jijutsu - ect... here are few interesting links worth checking out! Islam and the Martial Arts Muslim style Kung-Fu & other regional variants The Muslim Master of the Old Empire Moslem Kung-Fu The Fist of the Bodyguards

Yea I use to be big bollywood films fan! my last film was - Lagaan/Mission Kashmir/Asoka I think my favorite All Time Hindi film would have to be: Ghuda Gawah - God is my witness btw: do you guys remember Disco Dancer - Gal Master back in somalia? Ayama disco Danca(I'm a disco dancer)? and Jimi Jimi Aja Aja lool man what memories! I am also a big Hong Kong films fan - Martial Arts/Sword Fencing ect.. cool

"every soul shall taste death" man that is scary!

Originally posted by Darman: Conquest.. i think there is a dog, woman, Fox, and a cat in your pic... lol funny they seem all dead! or r they sleeping? but then what is the difference between death and sleep?

1 wish huh? my wish would be : to have infinite amount of wishes and have them come true! but guezz that would be cheating! seriously, I wish that Muslims unite to re-establish the Khilafah and liberate the world from injustice and falsehood. Insha'Allah!

ws wr wb sis welcome to SO - hope you enjoy your stay!

The only world amerikans know is hollywood!

Asalamu Alaykum here is a link where you can find more than 200 somali proverbs: Click Here

whoa cool game!!

Originally posted by Nur: If you see a woman in Somalia dancing for SAAR or a Rock Concert, only the scale and the wealth is different, bothy groups are possessed by Satan, our arch enemy. Nur -------------------------------------------------- Kuwa iga da'weyn, waa iga ajar badan yihiin, kuwa iga da'yar, waa iga dambi yaryihiin. Subhanallah bro you speak the truth! Jazakallahu khary!

Jazakallahu Khayr Bro!!

Somali is the correct form. I also get angry when people call me Somalian. It sounds like saying: "Some Alien"

interesting topic I believe Shaytan uses every avenue to steal your deen and soul. The enemy of mankind (Satan) has said: "He (Satan) said: 'Since You have willed that I go astray, I will stand against them on Your straight path. "I will come to them from before them, and from behind them, and from their right, and from their left, and You will find that most of them are unappreciative." (Quran 7:16-17) The prophet(pbuh) also said that, like the wolf preys on the sheeps that grase on the corners, satan also preys on the believers that are alone and not with other muslims. It is easier to loose to satan when you are alone than when you are not. But it all depends on the person and his or her Iman(faith). It depends on the choices one make - the friends you choose - the crowds you hang with ect.. Allah(swt) Knows Best!

Salaams well I have a dream job - but only Allah(swt) knows what the future holds. Altho I'm scare of the posibility if my dream comes true - If I'm ready for it. I dream of Conquering (or should I say - Liberating) the world for the pleasure of Allah! and re-establish the Khilafah on Earth. Insha'Allah! some of you might be laughing at this - but hey ever heard the saying: "Dream as if you'll live forever - Live as if you'll die today" peace! stay Muslim!

Originally posted by JASMIINE: Zadie Smith: White Teeth (2000) It has been a long time since I read a novel. However, two weeks ago I was given this book by one of my schoolmates as a graduation present. I had a rought start because it wasn’t gripping at first but after a while I was amazed by the author creativity and how well she portrays the realities of immigrant people. What what I found most appealing was the constant strangle of people against each other who some how get involved in each other’s business. I though it was interesting how people from different ethnic backgrounds can essentially become family. The main characters are Samad Iqbal and Archie Jones. Archie is laid back all English man who an an ethiest. While Samad is trying to be a good Muslim in England. One time Samad tries to explain his frustration in living in foriengn land ““I should not have come to this country. It was the start of all my problems. Who can live in such a godless wasteland? Who can raise children in such a place? “ Sounds like something my father would say Yet despite their differences they’re best friends they go their children’s parenting nights together and spending most of their time hanging in an Irish poolroom which was turned into immigrant café. While their children Irie( Archie’s daughter) and Millad ( Samad’s twin son) smoke weed at school and try not to associate with their parents as much as they can. It was interesting to discover British Slang and am becoming a fan of Zadie Smith's writing. Greetings Jasmiine altho I didn't read this book - I think there was a pbs film about this book. I also missed the program. did you watch the film?

The best place to live? hmmm...? I'll have to say Paradise! OG_Moti lol r u 4 real? u live in Phnom Penh. PP, Cambodia? do u speak the language there?

woow BEAUTFUL pictures!! Bravo bro HornAfrique Bravo sxb

salaam all 1 thing that life taught me is that: Life is about Choices! I have learned that This world is only a Matrix, a program ment to test the Son of Adam! There are Agents(Shaydan) trying to fail you and lead you to astry, But Allah(swt), The Architech, sends Prophets and Messengers to warn the son of Adam and to lead them to the truth! Now In this Matrix you have two choices - either you take the blue pill and you turn away from the truth, or you take the red pill and you accept the truth! Which brings us to square one: Life is about Choices! have any of you seen The Matrix - Reloaded

Asalaamu Alaykum wr wb I wish you are all in good health and imaan. After the Qur'an, Sahiih Bukhari and Muslim: My favorite book would have to be: Al Bidayah wa-nihayah(The begining and the End) written by Imam Ibn Kathir.

There are far too many to list so here are just few of my fav: Al Bidayah wa-nihayah - (The begining and the End) especially - "Lives of the Prophets" written by Imam Ibn Kathir. It is considered to be one of the most authoritative sources on Islamic history. The Sword of AllahKhalid bin Al-Waleed - written by the late Lieutenant-General A.I. Akram of the Pakistan Army The Gulistan of Sa'di written by Sa'di The Epic of Kings written by Ferdowsi The Art Of War written by Sun Tzu The Book of Five Rings written by by Miyamoto Musashi.

welcome to SOL!! ps. Shujui-1 nice sign have u seen this site: http://www.welovetheiraqiinformationminister.com/

Files of your life In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small indexcard files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "People I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed". The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 30 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People that I Have Taught About Allah". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

Interesting topic! Learning What cannot be Taught Once upon a time, there lived in Basra an old man whose only occupation was caring for and loving his only son who was a handsome young man. The old man invested all his money on his son's education. The young man went away for a few years and acquired an education at a well known university under the great scholars of that age. The day had arrived for the son to return from his studies and the old man waited at the door for his son. When the son came and met his father, the old man looked into his eyes and felt great disappointment. "What have you learnt my son?" he asked, "I have learnt everything there was to be learnt, father", he said. "But have you learnt what cannot be taught?" asked the father. "Go, my son and learn what cannot be taught", said the old man. The young man went back to his master and asked him to teach him what cannot be taught. "Go away to the mountains with these four hundred sheep and come back when they are one thousand", said the master. The young man went to the mountains and became a shepherd. There for the first time he encountered a silence. He had no one to talk to. The sheep did not understand his language. In his desperation, he would talk to them but they would look back at him as if to say he was stupid. Slowly but surely he began to forget all his worldly knowledge, his ego, his pride and he became quiet like the sheep and great wisdom and humility came to him. At the end of two years when the number of sheep had grown to one thousand, he returned to his master and fell on his feet. "Now you have learnt what cannot be taught," said the master. Ps. It is interesting to note that the Nabis of Allah Taala (Alayhimus salaam) at some time in their lives, generally before Nubuwwat, tended to sheep, and other such animals.

Asalaamu alaykum Akhi marriage is a very serious thing. I think you should ask the advice of your parents and relatives first. They know you a lot better than we do, and I am sure they will give you far better advice than anyone of us can give.