silly me, i forgot to to respond the topic. I need to know what I S L A M says about donating organs. Mama did not rise a fool no way hosei i would ever ever even consider about it. Free Food = more heavyweight champions. maybe If you call the American Obesity Assoc. they will explain it better why i said dat looooool.

Salama Alaikum Nomad Sisters and Brothers. I have serioussss deeep thoughts: If quitters never win and winners never quit, what fool came up with, "Quit while your ahead"? If vegetable oil comes from vegetables, where does baby oil come from? If a tin whistle is made out of tin, what exactly is a fog horn made out of? What do they call a coffee break at the Lipton Tea Company? If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking and there is no woman around to hear him Is he still wrong? How much deeper would the oceans be without sponges? If FED EX and UPS were to merge, would they call it FED UP?

Hello Nomads, Goobta waan ka soo daahaye, ka baydha bal. Ka warama midkan la ii tirshay markaan dhashay SULEEQA WEEEYOO, SALUUTAAA, LOO SAARAYAA. SIDII SAALAXA, HOBEE HOO HOO HOOYADAAA, SUUBAN NOQO. SULEEQAAY, JAWHARAD LA MOODYEEY, ARLADA SAMAAN KU WAAAAAR. ALALALAAA, War Gubaanka,Gurbaanka, Sacabka, Sacabka, WAY WAY WAY Wakaa Wakaaa Wakaa Waa Caraweeelo, waa SACAD Wakaaa wakaaa Wakaa Zika zka zka zka, waa Soul Wakaaa wakaa waa Hibo, Buc buc buc Dhash dhash waa Baydan Uluuuluuulu garbasaraha soo tuura, waa indhodeq, zika zika zika zikaaaaaaa waa LST uluuuuluuuuulul.

Good stuff looooloool i like this joint. Gaalo people study us too good, here's a piece of an article i was just reading its of topic but bare with me: He was perhaps twenty-five years old and gave a very shy impression as he was trying to avoid the strong light from the petromax lantern by standing in the doorway to the pharmacy. His clothes and style of hair revealed that he was a camel herder on temporary visit in the town. He tried, unsuccessfully, to call the attention of the pharmacist. His "psst-psst" drowned in the noise from the street and finally he stretched out his stick and tapped lightly on the counter. "What do you want?" the pharmacist retorted. The boy hesitated first and looked to his sides. Eventually he said: "ten pieces of the medicine for malaria and pain, and four of that blue and white one". He handed over the money and put the ampicillin capsules and the aspirins in a small plastic bag that he slipped into his army belt and disappeared running in the darkness outside the pharmacy... To be continued.

Good stuff looooloool i like this joint. Gaalo people study us too good, here's a piece of an article i was just reading its of topic but bare with me: He was perhaps twenty-five years old and gave a very shy impression as he was trying to avoid the strong light from the petromax lantern by standing in the doorway to the pharmacy. His clothes and style of hair revealed that he was a camel herder on temporary visit in the town. He tried, unsuccessfully, to call the attention of the pharmacist. His "psst-psst" drowned in the noise from the street and finally he stretched out his stick and tapped lightly on the counter. "What do you want?" the pharmacist retorted. The boy hesitated first and looked to his sides. Eventually he said: "ten pieces of the medicine for malaria and pain, and four of that blue and white one". He handed over the money and put the ampicillin capsules and the aspirins in a small plastic bag that he slipped into his army belt and disappeared running in the darkness outside the pharmacy... To be continued.

Nails + shoes is the first thing i notice in a guy. Once he passes in that quick check up, i do observe more on the external look -Pair of jeans and a t-shirt (preferably white) or a light blue shirt would knock me down. I like those shoes that'r square shaped at the front(ALDO) those of you who live in Canada would know that store. Not the thin edged Nigerian style they used to call FEERO KOOYO in Somalia. ------------------ Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee.

Ma Anigaa Waalan Mise Cadan baa Laga Heesaya Where have you all Somali Haterz been hidding loool. Walaahi this is a dumbster talk subhana Laaah. Stop disrespecting. I am one proud Somali Female, If i had the chance to choose my nationality all over, i would defenetly want to be a SOMALI again. You guys lose a lot of time hating people,be aware of the ground for your own behavior than to understand the motives of another. Sh!t man, that was a cheap shot buddy the one who said Somalidu stink oo waa Sewege and the girl who wants no somali girlfriends you two need Raxmad ALLA. Gaalo people do not even wash after their %$#@@ think twice. lol i am swinging my UUNSI to your way, hope you smelling me. [This message has been edited by Ashkira (edited 04-03-2002).]

Wooow. Great photos. ------------------ Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee.

Ahaha, the dog sure wonders alot. Cool stuff, i like the old man lol. ------------------ Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee.

Thanks Onkod. To answer your question, i think whatever is agreed upon in the marriage between the two spouses is submission. The term submissive can be only thought of in the terms of a woman, but it works both ways. Basically, the man is to service his wife also. The submission means that the household works in harmony & everyone is happy with compromise. Each spouse treats the other as they wish to be treated. So this can work in the most modern of households. The submission thing is that spouse & family are #1 on the priority list. This is my opinion, maybe other nomads will have different thoughts on this. ------------------ Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee.

Buubto, my apologies sister. The b' got my eyes twisted. It was meant to be Buulo. Allah created man and woman, and he gave woman to man to complete him. We'r not equal, and we have different roles. Biibto, thats why baby girls play with dolls and baby boys with trucks. Allah created us differently and we need to accept that, unlike the West where the girl grows up in a society that teaches her from day one that she's the same as a boy in every sense of the world, therefore she should rightly do everything and perfom every task that a man does. When she reaches womanhood, she marries a man, and fails to realize that he's indeed a man. With lack of respect on the part of the wife for her husband, and vice versa, divorce is just around the corner. Nobody is happy and married life is headache. I agree Islam is the only solution to the marital problems, had we lived to Allah's blueprint for a wife submitting to her husband, while At the same time the husband loved his wife precisely, the world would most likely be in utter marital bliss. Somali women are much more in authority now then they were 60, 40 or 20 years ago. We passed way our grannies era, where women couldn't even drink a Tea. Do you know why? there was a shortage of Sugar, men wanted their Shaax sugary and invented this whole myth about (shaax takes away women's femininty.) I personally am very independent but I do believe that the woman should be submissive to a Husband that respects/loves her as himself. I would in no way fashion or form be submissive simply because they are male, that is not the intention in my opinion. The intention is ying & yang. Harmony, pieces fitting together what is good for me is good for you. Male & female relations in any form was never meant to be a task master & servant arrangement. ------------------ Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee.

Metoo & Buubto, you two have a legit points. This superficial smile we put on has been worn out. Marriage is all about sacrificing and patience, yet knowing where to draw the line to say. As sister Buubto put it, Yes men are mainly responsible for the family, that doesn't mean you hand over the ownerhsip of yourself, to the point where they have the power of your life. Somali Women are bitting more then they can actually chew, they let it build up inside and outbursts at the end when its too little too late, and completely have gone mad. Depression is becoming so widespread among Somali females, this was one of the few uncommon/unrecognized illness in back home, it was onlyl recognized after the schizophrenic stages on the streets, few kicks and chase from kids to grown ups, followed by the infamous word 'Jinoole.' lol don't mean to laugh, But GOD, What a People!! Luckily we'r here in the West where depression is part of their daily lives almost everyone is on anti depresants, if we could only admit we'r depressed and need help (this is again where we put on our superficial look) maybe it wouldn't be so bad to treat it up front. So ladies, does it really worth it loosing our sanity over living up to standards other people set for us? To all of my Nomad brothers, This is not another male bashing topic, rather a wide problem the nomad sisters are facing. Please Feel free to contribute your thoughts. ------------------ Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee.

Why do we (women) stay in a relationship/ marriage thats not working for us? We stay for a number of reasons. Some of them are real. Some are perceived. Some are cosmetic. We remain in the home because of the standards built around marriage. We stay because society tells us that he should take care of the children. We stay because a Muslim God-fearing woman should try to make her marriage work. We stay because he makes a lot of money and there's plenty more in the bank. We stay because he makes more money than we do. We stay because our family talked about us for marrying him in the first place. They knew he was no good, but we married him anyway. We can't let them know they were right. We stay because we won't be able to live comfortably ever again. We stay because we'r afraid to live on her own. We stay for too many other reasons that would take pages to write. But we stay. And it's sad that we put up with so much to appear happy. Don't let other people's standards define you. Only you have the ability to make a change in your life. How will the change affect you? I cannot say. I just know, that living by other people's rules hinder a life that can be filled with infinite possibilities. Just live your life. ------------------ Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee.

Two thumps up, this is hillarious. I loved it ------------------ Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee.

Shaqsii, Thanks for a great topic. Like our brother stated, it wouldn't have looked a terrible thing if the amount/time people chew wasn't excessive. Somali statistics show more then 94% of broken homes are the result of QaaT. Safi and Ashwaaq: Are the OLOMO (Culumo) you talking about Somalis? Cuz Somali Olomo used to Chew Qaad to keep themselves awake all night as they recite the Qur'an, and wait the Fajr prayers. I agree with Ashwaq, Qaad is somewhat escape of a problem, and ruins family values, but harmless herb unlike Cigars or drugs. There's no proven evidence that Qaat causes cronical diseases(cancer/ brain damage etc.) I don't chew Qaat, and can hardly stand anybody who would chew the thing, only trying to distinguish myth from reality. Qaat is not Haram nor causes a long term cronic illness. Though it demorolize your whole being, its atleast better then God Forbidden stimulants ie; Alcohol/Drugs. Ashwaaq, Somalis used to chew before the diaspora don't think they started after the fact. It's an addiction thats been going on far too long. Float like a Butterfly, Sting like Bee

AMEN SISTER. Salaamz to ya'll Absolutely true to attain a positive peaceful world, each and every person must possess and portray such qualities in order to experience them. Thought you might like these lyrics from my fav.Country Singer Garth Brooks: "This ain't coming from no prophet, just an ordinary man. When I close my eyes I see, the way this world will shall be when we all walk hand in hand ... When the last child cries for a crust of bread; when the last man dies for just words that he says; when there's shelter over the forest edge then we shall be free. When the last thing we notice is the color of skin and the first thing we look for is the beauty within; when the sky and the oceans are clean again then we shall be free. When we're free to love anyone we choose; when this world's big enough for all different views; when we're all free to worship from our own kind of pews, then we shall be free. And when money talks for the very last time and nobody walks a step behind; So have a little faith and hold out, cause we shall be free…" PS: I LOVE CAMEL MILK, HEARD THEY SELL IT IN MINNEAPOLIS, ANYBODY FROM THERE?

Right Now -Being Somali means, having your innocence ripped out. -Being Somali means, Being a Decent Criminal. -Being Somali means, Struggle.

The Smiths were unable to conceive children, and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon". Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning madam. I've come to......" "Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in. "Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good! I've made a specialty of babies." "That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat. After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?" "Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too....you can really spread out!" "Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me." "Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results." "My, my, that's a lot of ..." gasped Mrs. Smith. "Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure." "Don't I know it," Mrs. Smith said quietly. The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus." "Oh my god!!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief. "And these twins turned out exceptionally well,when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with." "She was difficult ?" asked Mrs. Smith. "Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look." "Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement. "Yes", the photographer said. "And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate! Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in." Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean they actually chewed on your um...equipment ?" "That's right. Well madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so that we can get to work." "Tripod?? "Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold very long. Madam? Madam?.....Good Lord, she's fainted!!