Assalamu calaykum, Bashir Goat twists and spins anything that could be related to islam and somalia. He wrote an article a few years back condemning islam in Borame. He is one of a few somalis who makes a living by condemning our religion. Others include Ayan, Weris. The issue of the italian graves has been given a religious dimension by the likes of Bashir and a somali media (mainly internet based and BEEN-BEEN-SI) to defame the religious leaders. The italian graves were dug by a landlord to be. It was all about land issues. The islamic courts had nothing to do with it. If the likes of Bashir would pay more attention to the root cause of the somali problems; Poverty, war and lack of law and order instead of condemning those who try to do something about the situation, somalia would be a better place. Nin dhintay kabtiisa ayaa ka roon, gaal dhintay ma lafihiisa ayaa ka roon?

Juma, I wonder why there is a need for foreign troops when the media is reporting several government ministers arriving back in Mogadishu? Btw, Yalaxow is wrong to claim foreign troops would bring AIDS to somalia. Aids is already a killer and has spread to somalia from Ethiopia and Kenya. If anything, it is the parliament of warlords that would bring back aids. These thugs have been dining and chewing qaad in Kenya for the past year and they should be tested. The deployment of foreign troops is likely to prolong the civil war in somalia, be used by a few disgruntled warlords who were not appointed to ministers of nothing and a religious dimension to the conflict etc.

LOL@ sijui. Sijui ma cudur dadka ku dhaca sxb? I am not a sijui but a shifta who feels the world is his home. This story (the sultan) would increase our understanding on how the NFD became part of kenya. Unfortunately, due to the school system in Kenya, many Somalis from the NFD have never been taught about how it became part of an oppressing nation to which we do not have a common culture and religion with, A year before Kenya gained independence in 1963, on the 5th October 1962, a referendum was held. It was supervised by an independent commission that consisted among others of : G, Onyuke ( a Nigerian judge) and a Canadian general by the name of Bogert. The referendum turned out to be a huge success for the pro-somali camp and endorsed by nearly 99% Somalis, 60 % of the sakuyes and Boranas. A day later, the british government and the Kenyan African national union (Kanu) announced that it would not respect the will of the people. The British government gave into pressure from KANU which saw the NFD as a future goldmine (which of course it is. Statistically, the NFD contributes more to the coffers of Kenya than it gets back in terms of investment. The infrastructure has been neglected. Anyway on the 12th march 1963 a motion was table in the Somali parliament in Mogadishu to cut diplomatic relationships with Kenya and this was approved by 100%. Dr Sharmarke and his PM Egal went on a diplomatic offensive and to this end instigated the formation and birth of a freedom movement (the shifta). This war of liberation was supported 100% by Somalis throughout Somalia. However, the government support was dismal and consisted of massmedia, diplomatic support. On the 28th of October 1967, following the mediation of Julius Nyerere an agreement was signed between Kenya and Somalia which promised non-aggression. In a sentimental speech to mark the socio-religion-cultural cohesion of somalis President sharmarke said: "Our misfortunes do not stem from the unproductiveness of the soil, nor from a lack of mineral wealth. These limitations on our material well- being were accepted and compensated for by our forefathers from whom we inherited, among other thing, a spiritual and cultural prosperity of inestimable value†The teaching of Islam on the one hand and lyric poetry on the other. . . .NO! Our misfortune is that our neighboring countries, with whom like the rest of Africa, we seek to promote constructive and harmonious relations, are not our neighbors. Our neighbors are our Somali kinsmen whose citizenship has been falsified by indiscriminate boundary "arrangements". They have to move across artificial frontiers to their pasture lands. They occupy the same terrain and pursue the same pastoral economy as ourselves. We speak the same language. We share the same creed, the same culture, and the same traditions. How can we regard our brothersas foreigners?" The shifta war and the aspiration for a divorce from the madaxkorankor did not end there however. Between 1967- 1991, the Kenyan government imposed martial law in Kenya and we witnessed massacres in Garissa, Wajir and malka re. Thousands perished, Somali women were raped- and the treatment of Somalis in Kenya as second-class citizens. To date, the sacrifices made by our parents and the injustices at the hands of the madaxcanbuulo are remembered by almost all Somalis from the NFD. However, in recent years due to the civil conflict in Somalia and the disintegration of the Somali state into chieftains, tribal affiliates and regions, there are many who say the Somali dream as good as it sounded remains a dream. I do not share this pessimism . LONG LIVE THE SHIFTA.

AAY; AAAY; AAY; :mad: VILLA SOMALIA; RADIO MOGADISHO AND THE PRISON??? Sounds like an axis of power abuse.

Royal family kulaha!!!!! This is the traitor family. Horn, I agree 100%. This is not a former "king" but a traitor who campaigned against the natural marriage between the somalis in the NFD with the rest. This "sultan" slept with the somali enemey (the madaxkorankor). When the referendum was held in the 60:s almost every somali and the muslim sakuye and borana overwhelmingly said YES to joining somalia. It was only the christian/animist borana/sakuye and a few traitors (shuri & Co) who said NO.

Originally posted by Qudhac: ^^^^ mandeeq has always been somaliland we just extended that hal to you guys when we had the union. Hey Qudhac, why are you assuming I am from the south sxb? Maandeeq was the she-camel that symbolised somali unity- and I don't think she belonged to a particular region.

Gedid, sxb "Hargeisa waay habooneeyd in la burburiyo" could be a satirical piece- don't you think? Anyway, if anyone could copy and paste the speech, that would clear the air.

Hey, Wasn't maandeeq the somali camel that all somalis were suppose to milk? Maandeeq ma dhicis baay curatay mise si fiican baan loo maalin? That is the question that haunts me.

Alle Ubaahane, Warlordism is the fastest growing proffession in somalia. That is what happens when warlords who are responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of somalis are rewarded with ministerial posts instead of Abu-Gharaib, Guantamo or xabsiga dhexe. Galgaduud, Southern Mudug, Jubbada hoose, shabeelooyinka are burning. New warlords are challenging the old warlords who have been rewarded for killings, not to be left our in the coming process in a neighbouring country. Ethiopia, Djibouti and Kenya have already hosted them. My guess is that the next peace process would be held off the shores of somalia and only those warlords who can swim would participate. If anything, the Doofaarey process has taught somalis crimes against somalis pay. I mean who don't want to become a minister?

I want to know the contents of the speech before I condemn him. Sangub was in Hargeisa in 1988 and according to some sources, he was injured when the somali army was killing civilians in Hargeisa- thus he should know first hand what happened. Our people (somalis) are messengers of the bush telegraph and therefore we should not judge people on hear/says. I think people should tolerate what our poets say. I have listened to Abshir Bacaadle and he does not spare any region or tribe- and that is a good thing. Poets should be able to speak their minds, compose works of arts that is critical. A somali poet like Sangub, Bacadle, Timocade, Cali cilmi afyare, sugulle etc don't belong to a clan or a "state". They are somalis.

Assalamu calaykum, A somali man is in deep comma in a hospital in Houston, Texas and the authorities and the somali community are looking for any information that may lead them to track his relatives. There are some telephone numbers to contact at the end of the message. http://www.hiiraan.org/2005/jan/baafin.htm

Assalamu calaykum, Nuurow, waad ku mahadsantahay qoraalkaan. Garamgaramland waagan yaraa waxaan aqaaney odey waranle ah oo la Yiraahdo Geedi. Geelena ayaa isla daaqi jirey. Carligaasi geela waxaa lagu tirayaa wax la yiraahdo ulo..Odey Kuulow wuxuu lehaa todoba ulood (Ilaa iyo 250 halaad). Odeygaan dhar ma gato, zaka ma bixiyo. Maalin ayaa nin wadaad ah wuxuu yimid meel ceel ah oo geela laga waraabiyo si uu hadalka alla waranlaha ugu gudbiyo. Wadaadkii wuxuu sheegay inaay waajib tahay salaadu, sakada iyo shanta tiirood. Ragga baa is fiiriyey: Waxaa la wada eegay Odey Geedi markii uu sheeqa yiri geela waa in laga bixiyaa sakada. Odey Geedi: Wadaad waxaan ku weydiyey 7 ulood oo geel ah sakada ma ku wajibtaa? Sheeqi: Adeer haa saka badan ayaa ku waajibta. Odey Geedi: Oo maxaa geela saka loogu waajibiyey? Sheeqi: Sakada waxaa loogu tallo galay daryeelka bulsho weynta islaamka. Ilaahey wuu barakeey xoolaha iyo hantida laga bixiyo sakada. Odey Geedi: Aabaheey Geele ayaan ku dhaartay anigu geel ma lihi oo 7 ulood ayaan leeyahay, sannadkaan abaar ayaa dhacday oo anigiibaaba waxaan cuno la' Sheekhi: Adeer qofkii aan sakada bixinin naar ayuu galayaa Odey Geedi: NIMAAN GEEL LAHAYN AYAAY CADAABTU KULEEYSAA! Sheekadaasi waxaan u sheegay in dadkeena aaysan ogeen faaidada sadaqada.

Orgiliqe, to tell you the truth, I hardly read long articles. You hardly get an objective news item on this issue. Most of the articles on this issue (and I have seen many from both sides) seem to be very partial analysis and biased comments.

Hey guys, I thought the lady was released. Wasn't there a trial? Wasn't there an acquital, plea bargain? I hope we show the same kind of sympathy to all somalis who are jailed across somalia guys; those who are denied rights.

Assalamu calayku, soomalidda waxaay ku maahmaahdaa nin dhintey kabihiisa ayaa ka roon... Toloow Gaal dhintay ma lafihiisa ayaa ka roon?

Weli ma warkii zamzam baa la wadaa??? I thought the Zamzam story was over. But how wrong I was! You can hardly visit a somali site without reading about Zamzam.

Waayeel, if he has a doctorate in Economics from a western university, there would be at least one citation of his work ( I have been browsing various journals in economics the whole day from 1945- 2000). I am assuming he is a Dottore (Probably went to some italian college or an institution in communist east Europe) as opposed to a PHD-holder. Somalis have a tendency of misusing academic/military titles. Actually, the position of "governor" of the national bank is the only one which calls for a person of academic background. Somalia needs solid economic policy of recovery, sound fiscal policy and someone in position to tackle inflation (a major problem for developing countries).

Assalamu calaykum, I wanted to share with you this article: I, a simple woman By: Sharif Amin B.A; M.A; Social Worker/Advocate for the Prevention of Domestic Violence!. My God, how hard it is to be a woman, how hard it is to be a simple woman back home in Africa. Little girl, you are relegated to the background. You are the shadow of the little boy who is the guarantee of the perpetuation of the family and of your name. You, girl, will belong to another family. Over there you will be the stomach that makes babies, you will be a cook to nourish this new family, you will be a maid who does everything, you will be in some ways a slave who doesn’t have the right to speak, whose only right will be to obey and accept whatever is imposed upon her. You, girl, will only be seen after they are done looking at your brother. You will go to the kitchen next to your mother to learn to be a woman, to be a mother, and especially, to be a good, submissive wife who doesn’t know how to say “no†or “Iâ€, who knows only how to say “yes.†Your fate and your destiny are in the hands of others who dispose of it as if you didn’t exist, as if you were a small object or a little dog that one manipulates as one wishes. You will go to school, but in a random sort of way. There won’t be any real investment in your education because they know your education won’t be a long one. Soon you will have to leave school for your own home. You must get married. This is your first responsibility. This man will be chosen for you. Do you love this man? Do you even like this man? Oh, it doesn’t matter. The important thing is that you marry. That you don’t stay at home until you become an old maid. The important thing is that your parents hold their heads high having successfully accomplished their exalted mission, to educate and marry their little girl. No, in the scheme of this decision, you don’t exist. Anyway, as they say, “Appetite comes in the course of eating.†So, my girl, you will have this appetite in marriage, you will love this man and you will produce handsome males for him. And yes, they will be males. Be especially careful not to produce females for him. Make sure they are little men. As if you had divine powers. As if you could determine the sex of these children that you will put into the world. But my girl, if you want to have the esteem and respect of your in-laws, make only boys for them. To put girls into the world is only a waste of time and energy. You will have spent nine months of your life suffering uselessly. This girl is nothing but a superfluous responsibility that we could all easily do without. So, my girl, you will only make men with your husband. Only in this way will you be a good wife. But how old is this girl who marries and must give birth to masculine power? She’s probably about twelve years old, or maybe thirteen, not much older in any case. She’s a girl who hasn’t yet finished playing with her dolls. She’s a child who still needs her mother, who still needs to be pampered and coddled. Even so, this child will be torn away at an early age to assure her function as an adult. She who still needs to be taken care of must take care of another home, of a husband, and of in-laws who are sometimes very demanding. She whose body has not yet finished developing must give life herself. Your childhood is sacrificed in this manner. Married at your age, what kind of childhood can you hope to have? I don’t see it. But such is your destiny. The young girl who has become a wife despite the fact that she will live with the thoughtlessness of a young adult projected into a universe that isn’t her own. You will be a woman, a real, responsible woman. No one will put up with your childish ways, or your bad behavior. You are no longer a little girl, you are now a woman with responsibilities, and you are the mistress of a home. Keep this always in mind. Never forget it. The little girl who has become a woman will give birth to many children who will grow up in the fold of her love and under her protection. She will be a good mother, loving and attentive. Her children will be her happiness and her joy. And one day her life, and the life of her children, will take another turn. The sky is darkening. The horizon threatens. The future seems to slip away. The mother, the wife, is anguished. She is frozen by fear. But what is this thing that point toward the horizon, that frightens her so, that rips the happiness away from her motherhood? Woman, your life is suffering and self-sacrifice and abstraction. This thing on the horizon becomes clearer. This very night, woman, you will be awakened by an unusual noise. Your heart stops beating, you are short of breath you’re frightened. The far-away sound gets closer. Your heart bleeds. You’ve identified the noise. It’s the sound of machine-gun fire, bombs exploding, combat tanks advancing to get into position. It’s the sound of soldiers’ footsteps on the ground, of anguished cries. Woman, the children that you put into the world through tears and suffering are getting killed, massacred by the children of another woman like you. These sons that they asked of you are warring. The ground is flooded with the blood of your children. Every day, more are being killed. You look on, powerless. You look at the carts filled with the mutilated corpses of your sons, riddled with bullets. You cry with all the tears of your body. There is no one to console you, no one to ease your pain. Who can you turn to, on whose shoulder can you cry? Your pain is even greater for the fact that there’s nothing that you can do about it. You watch your children die and you are nothing but a poor woman. You scream your rage, your hopelessness before the body of the fruit of your womb. And you ask yourself questions. Why give life when you can’t protect it, when you can’t prevent it from meeting a violent and bloody death? It’s so that they can kill each other that I, woman, must give birth to men. Childbirth is much too painful to watch your children suffer so. Nine months of painful suffering, of sickness, of fatigue, of uncertainty. And then comes deliverance, in the midst of blood and cries and tears, and anguish above all. Will I survive such pain? To what will I give birth? Will this child be perfect? Will all his limbs be intact? Will he come into the world alive? Will he be in good health? All those many worries in vain, just to see these efforts annihilated in the blink of an eye by the bullets of a soldier who fires without even knowing why he’s fighting, or the implications of the combat he’s undertaking. This son of a woman is also a pawn who complies by wounding the heart of a mother while fighting to save his own life in order to ease the fears and worries of his own mother who lost sleep because her son was on the front, because at any time she might hear the news of his death. I, the woman, I will always cry for my son, whether he’s a soldier or whether he’s the victim of a soldier. I will always agonize for my children. I will always suffer for my own inability to protect them from the greed of white-collared men. Pain will rip again at my womb in the face of the unlimited ambition of these politicians who are completely unaware of my existence, who are indifferent to my suffering. I, woman, I will continue to watch my sons die because other men have so decided. My son, you will die from the bullets of this man who wants power at all costs. You, your life has no meaning, as long as he runs the country, as long as he has the glory, as long as he has international recognition, but especially as long as he amasses the greatest wealth possible at the expense of the people. My son, it is for these reasons that you will die alone somewhere, maybe on the corner a street, struck down by a bullet that might not have been destined for you, on your way home from class or coming home from work. In this way, my son, you will leave without saying goodbye to me, plunging me into a state of complete distress. In this way, men in white collars, like gods, have decided your fate. They have decided that your life here below was over. And that I, woman, should be plunged into the solitude of your absence. Woman, from this point on you will remain alone to collect the memories of your son. You will see, every day, these men who killed him on your little television screen. You will see them prosper; you will see their stomachs grow. With pain, with hatred you will spite them. But this won’t bring your son back to you. And you will ask yourself why God permitted this to happen to a woman and the mother of humanity, to be treated in this way? To be constantly afflicted? For how much longer will these men continue to rip my kind mother’s heart? I scream my indignation to the face of the earth. Are there even ears to hear me? I am a revolted woman. But how do I express my revulsion? Do I need to make up my mind not to put any more sons into the world so that I don’t have to sit by, powerless, and watch them massacred? Do I too need to take up arms to protect them from everybody who would want to harm them? I would like to find a solution that would put an end my anguish without doing as they do, without using violence as they do. For a woman is love, she is kindness and tenderness. Hate must not find a place in her cotton heart. But how, woman, not to have hate in your heart when they constantly make your tender heart bleed? When your soul is constantly tossed about in your body? You’ll know how to ease your heart. Because you give life, you don’t take it away. You don’t take away the breath that you instilled into a body. That’s how you are made. Your mission is to take back the happiness around you, and not the opposite. Woman, if you had a magic wand, I know what you would do. I know it. You would transform yourself into a little fly and enter into the bodies of those murderers. You would take away from them all the evil that is within them. You would soften their hearts to make it as soft as yours. You would make new men out of them, men with the tender hearts of women. You would make them understand the errors of their ways, which you will make them see. In that way, tears filling their eyes, they will ask you forgiveness for the evil they have done. They will express their remorse and their regret. In this way, you, woman, will finally be happy and satisfied with your place as wife and mother. Childbirth will not longer be painful for you, but only a joy. For your children, they will live in the fold of your love for as long as God is willing.

Nin dhintay kabtiisa ayaa ka roon. Gaal dhintay ma lafihiisa ayaa ka roon? This is classical bililiqo of land. Many have twisted this event to give our wadaads a bad name- and I hope we don't fall into that trap. I read somewhere the Doofaarey president made a pilgrimage to qabri-gaalo- subxaanalah!

LOL @ BULLET WEYN! I love Beledweyne- not just because of Hadraawi's song, but because of its people, landscape and floura. BUT, I can't call those pictures as portraying progress. I have seen those pictures through an e-mail I got. But, again, pictures of somali towns/villages is a trend on the Internet.

Assalamu calaykum, Dadkaaan la doortey waa QOOLOMAA? Ok, I am kidding...... But it seems we are revisiting nepotism: Mar waa Geedi Marna waa culusow, mar waa Yalaxow marna waa Cumarow Inta kale ma Jaahilbaa?

Wiilo, waad ku mahadsantahay maqaalkaan. Arrintani waxaa buunbuuninaayo dad raba inaay diinteena magac xumo ka sameeyaan. Arrimahan oo kale waxaay noqdeen wax lagu qaraabto, oo xoogaa lacag ah lagu helo. Wadaad iyo waranlaba waay ka simanyihiin-oo haddaan soomali nahay qabuuraha waan ka baqnaa. Yaa og inaay arrintaan ka dambeeyaan dad doonayo inaay wax ku helaan?

Assalamu calaykum, Weli lama haayo wadaad islaan ah oo yiri arrinkaan diinta ayuu ku lug leeyahay. waxaan idinka codsanayaa inaad dhageeysanin/akhrisanin barabagaandhada. The whole issue seems to be associated with a certain ganacsade (businessman) who wanted to build a house or perhaps get a plot of land. On the other hand, in Mogadishu and elsewhere in somalia, people have raped the infrastructure, the historical heritage (including many status) and goods through Bililiqo and therefore, I don't understand the fuzz! Stories of night scanvangers at graveyards in search of dental jewellery, the white sheet (kafan) were reported several years ago without anyone blaming islam. War anagaa wax aragnay diintii waxaay noqotay wax la adeegsado si xumaan ah. A few days ago, I was hearing about the islamic threat to the doofaareey government. Soon anyone who has a different view or opposes the doofaarey thugs would be labelled as "al qaida2 recruits. I wonder when people would blame the Tsunami on islam or as a swedish friend of mine said when there was no snow up here in sweden : it is alqaida that is affecting the weather.

QUANTUM LEAP, There are thousands of us out there who have emancipated our minds in regards to primitive tribalism. Marka saaxib, the 4.5 formulae is not a valid one. In addition sxb, at a time when somalis are begining to cure the cancer of tribalism, I find it weird that we introduce and to a certain extent promote this cancer by introducing a thread (on the intellectual discussion section!!) My calling the map "utter nonsense" could be sourced to the above. In addition, the map details the geographical location of certain clans. The map could indeed be intepreted as a map of one somali tribe. Look at the name under the words "southern" somalia"- or the one near Baidoa or somaliland. If the tribes of D/M, H****, Is**** could be divided in the same way as the other tribes have been detailed, there would be no place on the map to write. I have been to somalia on several occassions the last few years, and you may like to know that there is hardly any town which is 100% domiciled by one particular tribe. Anyway, my deep felt appology if you or anyone felt my objection was based on anything but the accuracy of the map.

This is utter nonsense. There is no map that could objectively present the geographical location of somali tribes. A small geographical area in somalia is populated by a cocktail of tribes. The map shown above contains only a few "tribes". You can't compare a tribe with a sub-tribe which is the case with the above map. Show me an average somali town where there is a single "tribe". The so called 4.5 formulae does not represent somali tribes. It is made of proxy tribes, historical BS, hear-says and does not consitute the reality. Ciid wanaagsan