funny indeed

Salaams The first person who had a hand transplant in 1999 changed his mind and asked for it to be severed in 2000/2001 (can't remember the year), but I remember he said that enough was enough. But I'm certain a hand transplant is nothing like a face transplant. Waking up in the morning looking completely different, having the face of another (although it would not really resemble the face of the donor). There is certaintly going to be psychological problems i.e identity crisis, guilt over the donor etc etc. Most certaintly taking life long anti rejection drugs would result in a very weakened immune system leading to other complications(to the kidney and possibly even cancer?). Finding the right patient is going to be tricky, one that is fully aware of the risks involved and is willing to have the operation (a hand can easily be severed, but a face?).There are many ethical issues that need to be discussed and examined further, but the question for now is whether the benefits will outweigh risks.

Wa Calykum salaam I'm in my final year of my degree in Genetics and Biomedical Science. I'm applying to medical school too inshaAllah, only a few weeks left till the deadline, but my MSAT isn't until Novemeber. Good luck with your results!

NASA and the Navajo Whilst NASA were preparing for their latest Apollo project, the American space authority decide to train their astronauts in the reservation of the Indian Navajo in Arizona. One day, an elderly Najavo who is accompanied by his son bumps into the crew that is training in the Indian reserve. The old man, who speaks only the language of the Navajo asks them a question, his son translates it into English “what are these strange men doing in these strange clothes?†One of the astronauts replies, saying that they are going to on a trip to the moon. When the son translates the answer, the old man becomes a little excited and asks one of the astronauts if he could take a message for him to the moon. One of the NASA officials present sees this as an opportunity for the space officials to be presented in a positive light in the media and so agrees without a moment’s hesitation and orders someone to get a voice recorder. The old man says very few words into the recorder and the NASA official asks the son of the red Indian to translate the message. The son listens to the msg and then bursts out laughing and refuses to translate it. The NASA official decides to take the recorder to another Navajo village, he plays the msg to members of the tribe. The men also burst out in uncontrollable laughter and they too refused to translate the msg of the old man destined to the moon. In the end, the msg was taken to an official government translator, who managed to translate the msg into English when he finally stopped laughing. The msg was “WATCH OUT FOR THESE BA$TARDS, THE’VE COME TO ROB YOUR LANDâ€

Salaams I had to translate this joke into english, so I hope it hasn't lost its overall meaning. An old Arab man who has been living in Chicago for more then 40years wants to plant potatoes in his garden, but digging the earth is too for a man of his age to cope with. His only son, Ahmed, is studying in France. The old man sends an email to his son explaining the situation. “Dear son, I’m very sad because I can no longer plant potatoes in my garden this year as I’ve become too old to dig the earth. If only you were here, then all my problems would be solved, as I know you would dig up the earth for me. I love you. Your father.†The next day the old man gets a reply back from his son saying “Dear father, for all the gold in the world, do not go near the back garden, for there is hidden what you and I both know.†At 4am the following day, at the house of the old man arrive the police, agents from the FBI, from the CIA, SWAT, the rangers, the marines, Silverster Stallone, Arnold Schwarzenegger as well as the highest representatives of the Pentagon, who search every inch of the back garden, looking for traces of anthrax, materials to build bombs and any other dangerous materials. But they do not find anything and go back with their tail between their legs. The same day, the old arab gets an email from his son saying “Dear father, I’m sure by now you can plant your potatoes in the garden. This was the best I could do considering the circumstances. I love you. Ahmedâ€

the options that are avaliable to me... A) Tapping on a few keys (as in lifting my fingers and typing) or B) Talking/shouting...but to do this i must first 1) take a deep breath 2) open my mouth 3) words must come out 4) then there is that slight tingly feeling in your throat after you shouted... 5) steps 1-4 have to be repeated if they didn't hear you the first time... Oh the sheer effort of it all

please i beg to differ Laziness is an art form mastered only by a few i tell you (such as using msn to communicate with someone in the next room...even though your door is open and so is there...but the pure effort of calling their name...just the mere thought it tiring enough)! Diet...are you kidding me? I've become too attached to my baruur to see it go away thank you very much...

^^ cuz it results in unpleasant family nicknames Modesty, it isn't that your hair isn't growing as such, its just that it is breaking more, so the trick is to minimise breakage... keep your hair moisturised, brush gently, wear a scarf to bed to reduce the friction of the hair on the pillow...etc etc There are three stages to hair growth... anagen (the growing phase) Catogen (resting phase) telogen (shedding phase) Some people have just shorter anagen phases then others, which means that your hair will grow up to a certain length before its shed (ever wondered why when you and someone else have your hair cut at the sametime, and after awhile, their hair or your hair seems to have grown longer then the other persons?...they just have a longer anagen phase)

samir iyo imaan macaanto may Allah swt grant him janahtul fardowsa

Hmmm I have been sitting in this chair for the last 6 hrs and 53 minutes (except for the frequent toilet & snack breaks and one shopping spree) and i've lost all feeling in my derrière about 3 hrs ago. You know you've been here too long when the librarians are on a first name basis and feel the need to come by and make conversation every few hrs... By now i've completely given up on hiding the fact that i'm talking to myself other then the guy sitting to my left giving me a few odd glances when i talk in aaf soomaali...its all good, the other person to my right is wearing headphones thank god! And you know somali people always run on somali time...between half an hour to an hour late...so for this specific reason i told my friend to meet me at 6, when in fact i wanted to leave by 7....but yet...its 7.44 and she is still not here... on the plus side...i've finished two assignments ma'salaama

Luke Skywalker <img src=" Boldly striving to overcome the darkness both in this world and within yourself, you are righteously devoted to forging your own destiny.

I got Che Guevara as well...but was it only me that noticed the Dying tragically on a mountain alone appeals to you line? ma'salaama

Salaams When war broke out...i was staying at my aunts house, i was about 4 and i couldn't understand why habaryar wouldn't let me go outside to play...so i open the door and saw tanks driving by and houses that were near us on fire and some collapsing...I remember talking to my mum on the phone telling her to come get me otherwise i was going to die... i remember driving through a field full of dead bodies, blood everywhere...i remember going to the airport and people pushing each other...i remember the soldiers barricading people in...i remember women pushing babies into my mothers arms telling her to take them with her... my final memory of Somalia was getting on the plane full of italian soldiers...and all the time being upset that i wasn't able to take my new dress that my ayeeyo bought for me the week before.

I always thought the uterus was minka? and wrist= dudhun

Salaams. In my first year i took out a loan, but when I saw that interest (at first it was low and then suddenly :eek: ), I decided not to take out a loan during my second yr. I worked during the summer and now I have two jobs to support myself. Granted it is tiring, but at the end of the day, I sleep so much better knowning that I won't be 15-20k in debt by the time i finish uni. There are some that cannot divide themselves between work and uni, but to such people, I just suggest they take a gap year and work during that period. There is also help for students with financial difficulties, from burseries to awards. Some are a few hundred quid, others are a grand or two...either way, money is money. You can find out about some of the bursery schemes whilst you are still in college, if you apply early, then the more chance you are of getting it. You can qualify if you are the first person in your family to go to uni (but your council must be part of the scheme). You can also go to uni part time (takes 4yrs rather then 3) and work at the same time. But is uni worth it? Definetly, like Diamante said, nowaways you need a qualification just to do cleaning.

If we valued religion over culture, Somalia would not be in the state it is now.

To me the reason why there is such a high prevelance of TB within Somalis is because of the whole stigma that arises from the disease, this means they do not take their course of treatment (at all of even finish it but that is if they do decide to see a doctor in the first place) and not only increasing their chances of become resistant to the antibiotics, but also taking part in spreading the disease even further! Somalis like to ignore problems, try talking about AIDS or even suggesting that there are Somalis in the world that have AIDS or have died because of it and what you get is "maya maya waaxas maa jiro" I remember once asking a relative what the Somali word for depression is and their reply was "there is no word for depression, Somalis don't suffer from it" I don't know how many of you read the New Scientist, but in last weeks issue (27th of November) they had an article on HIV and antibiotics, how by giving children a certain antibiotic usually used to treat pneumonia...I think (can't remember the name), it decreased their chances of dying by five fold. Although it is in no way a cure for HIV, these antibiotics are much easier to obtain then antiretinovial drugs in Africa. I'll try finding the article tomorrow inshaAllah. salaams

Women are just not meant to ride men's bicycles my **** is paying for it now...

Salaamu Alaikum My fav time of year!!!! Ramadaan Kariim to everyone.

I would never judge a person on what they are named, but when my aunt wanted to name her child jibril i was dead against it...purely for the simple fact that (i know about 4 jibrils, but all kids)....they are all reallllllly skinny and their heads are huge, since it isn't porportional to their body...and are way too fudeed.

Earlier this i went to visit my aunt in Austria (i was supposed to help look after my younger cousin whilst she gave birth and stay with her a lil while). Let me tell you, I was conned by my abti, he made me go in the ambulance with her (excusing himself so he could take his daughter to someone’s house so we could both be at the hospital) and then in the delivery room... "abti, do you want a drink?" "maya abti i'm fine thx" "i'll get you one anyways, whilst i'm at it, i might as well go back to the house, i forgot the camera" my reaction was what the #@#%???? Surely he is not expecting me to go into the delivery room. What was supposed to be a twenty minute journey (from the hospital and back) managed to take a lil over two hrs, by that time i had no choice but to go into the delivery room. Mash Allah, during the six hrs my aunt was in labour, she didn't scream once only during the last push did she say "allay hooyo", but the pain on her face said it all...then, as if the sight of my own habaryare blood on the bed and on the floor wasn't enough, they made me cut her umbilical cord which i did twice because i didn't do it properly.... Then I went outside to look for my uncle, to call family etc etc but the worst thing was when I came into the room just as they had delivered the placenta, which seemed just as traumatic. But...its never clear until that moment that another human being comes out of another human being. All in all, it was an interesting experience, but not one that I would care to repeat anytime soon. As for him being in or out...I'd say in, but him agreeing to it...that is a completely different matter Ma'salaama

Asalaamu Alaykum "home is where the heart is" and I know my heart is in Somalia. As kids we never or hardly ever realise that we are different then others. In italy it never occured to me that I was black and everyone else around me was white (alhumdullilah) I grew up in a town were peaple were great, I was treated like all the other kids...then we moved to London. Huge shock! I suppose because I lived in a little town where everyone knew each other, I was amazed at how self-absorbed people were; and I began to feel conscious, I was a Muslim, black and Somali...now not only were the white people being racists, so were other blacks (accusing you of not being black) etc. Now whenever I'm in Italy, I pick up on things that I never did before, like the white people calling little black kids "ciocolatino" (chocolate boy), or saying such things as my what a beautiful n*****er child...or whenever you are with one of your friends family and you see ppl they know...they automatically assume that you are one of the starving african children they see on tv that has been adopted by the family. In all the time that I have lived in England (other then the racism at school), now I hear people outside shouting things at you (in more "polite" terms) that since you are black you deserve to be shot and lynched; or having people spit at you because you are wearing the hijaab; and so in the words of qaxooti "maxaa ii wareeriye". Insha-Allah I plan to go back home permanently in the near future; but as for this summer, I'll have to content myself with just a visit after 17years of absence. Q ma do' sai stata? Non ti vedo da un bell po *mi manchi* ps Auguri ai diventata a nomad, dopo pui di due anni...its about time Ma'Salaama

Asalaama Alaikum lol as far as I knew Somali passport have been easy to buy since the 90's. lol My friend got me a fake passport ages ago...it's lying somewhere back at home...birth certificates are just as easily purchasable.

lol kids are always entertaining :cool: A few years ago I went to Holland, I was staying at my habaryare & abtis house...my cousin was then 4 at the time. that day I had taken the kids to the park and when we came back I said to "abti awee" (he had promised to take me around)....my aunt said "maxaan ka ugahey...maybe wuu jifaa, naag shan bilod cuur leh camal" lol my aunt is the jokerad of the family, so i smiled and went to drinking my cabiitan...my little cousin runs in and says, "abti cuur ma leh, lakiin qooq aas hayo". lol my aunt was eating and started choking...lol When he was 5 years old, he went through this phase, that whenever abti shouted at him, he'd be like "uus fiiri, kan wuu ii wareeriye" (indicating who it was with his middle finger lol) "maanto dhan wuu qeelinoya....firii bal febaarey uus iga kene...madaaxay taboo" then he'd say "markaan wenaado fiiri taan kugu dhigi dhoono nursing home aan ku gelina"

Well...actually hooyo was "in love" with someone, but my grandmother was against the union, and hooyo being the maskiinad she is agreed with her mothers wishes. Then ayeeyo suggested she marry my father, the young doctor that had recently returned from Europe (who had incidently been paying rather a lot of visits to the house lately). Hooyo agreed, so at 22 she married my father who was 25...but being two extremely different people...the marriage didn't last very long