^I would like to show off my chest too but unlike you waa xishoonooyaa.

^Why don't you start Duke? I stated it before and I'll state it again: Your poems were your best posts on this site so be kind and share dee. Indeed. That is it, I'm loggin' off now.

I think there is 2 Somali P.Os in Diego now, and from what a friend told me, they are more adamant about arresting Somalis who break the law than their American counterparts are. B.T.W. why would it amuse you? God! This forum is becoming addictive.

Bish Bash. I think the correct verb here is "read," laakiinse I have a vision defect, what is your excuse, woman? Gram Dude. Unfortunately, I'm not but how I wish I was.

^Just out of curiosity, anarchist miyaad tahay? It seems to me, I could be wrong however, that Buchanan much like Mansfield ("The terror of our times") about the Vietnam War, is for a withdrawal or at least an exit strategy just because he, and the rest of America, have come to find, or rather learn that the cost of the Iraqi war far outweighs its benefits. A cost, mind you, which wouldn’t have been suffered had Bush not had the support of the American people-the 60% that now are dubbing the war a mistake and unprincipled- PJB and Co. You reap what you sow ma is tidhi? Indeed.

I'm doing a research on Fiber Disease (a result some speculate of a governmental bio experiment gone astray) for this seminar I’m being forced to participate in. Anyway, I just came across this video about it and I thought it be useful to post it on here. The scary thing about Fiber Disease is that it can’t even be detected by a doctor and it makes having AIDS seem more preferable and easy as childbirth without nary a complication. Furthermore, most people as I have come to find either deny its existence or aren’t even aware of this disease which is, mind you, spreading massively in, as the video states, most parts of the world, and nobody (and I do mean nobody) knows its means of transmission, whether it’s genetic or even contagious for research regarding the disease is sadly lacking due to funding problems. P.S I'm still working on my research paper so if any of you, good nomads, have heard of any new developments or have come across any articles regarding this disease please feel free to PM me. Click on here to see The Video

1.How many looks-per-minute is your average? Answer: Thanks to a visual defect often times my vision is quite blurry; so my looks-per-minute depend on whether or not I’m wearing contacts however, on a good "vision" day, I’d say about 60 looks. Yep. Every second I look, I like variety. 2.Do you enjoy looking at women often? Be honest here. Answer: No. I look out of necessity rather than pleasure. I’m on a quest to find, you see, a woman with the "perfect" body. 3. When on bird watching spree, what part of the female contour do you focus on mostly? And why? Answer: I’m not into bird watching, laakiinse I like the waist, the smaller the better as far as I’m concerned. Oh and Hips, especially if they are big enough to bear a child dee. After all, a woman shall be saved through child-bearing, and because I also respect the sanctity of life. Well, I do in my own way. 4. Ok, as a result of these stray looks, when levels of hormones shoot up, usually marking that you are biologically ready for mating although morally and financially you are not, what does the girl watching do for you? Does it help or is a torture? Answer: For unknown reasons at least to me, my "hormones" especially when I’m looking at a girl are usually and unnaturally dormant 5. Any guilt while at it? Or after the fact? Answer: Nope. I’m now as I'm writing this accepting myself and all my flaws especially the perfect ones. 6. Are you aware that every look after the first is increasing your derailment risks? I mean to a bottomless pit of possibilities. Answer: Haa laakiinse if I fall, I shall get back up again. 7. Ok, she looks back at you, what next? Do you smile? Are you aware that the COP (Constables On Patrol are watching) I mean, angels? all those speeding tickets have to be paid one day somehow, unless you are making a lotta istighfar, you are in deep trouble saaxib, I am sure you know better saaxib, but in case you are ambivalent, in case you are caught red handed, how do you plan to settle these violations? What’s your plan B.? Answer: I don’t have a plan A much less a Plan B saaxib and most girls I look at don’t look BACK at me (mean mugger’ ma is tidhi). If they do look at my back however, it is of no fault of mine but I do urge them to redeem themselves by apologizing for profaning my Woman’s body with their ill intended -oft worshipful- gaze. -If you are a woman, by clicking on this page, it raises questions about what you say about men, that men dont listen, instead, you are a clear proof that women dont listen either i.e., humans need hearing aid and are always tempted by the forbidden.

^Actually, I rather not. I have made it my life's purpose to avoid that lady and "her kind". BTW. what does "chug" mean? I like to know the meaning and representation of everything that comes in and out of my mouth dee (for Identification purposes, ye ken) I love ur sense of humor. and I like your taste. Yesiree, 'deed I do. Quruxley: To make a long story short (My eyes are irritating me; the result astigmatism and contacts you see) the police-forcefully mind you- urged her to let go of my skirt, when she did, he then asked me if I was okay and after I had replied that I was fine, he told me I was free to go about my business. As for the Old lady, he made her gather her stuff and from what I gathered, I think he meant to take her to a shelter. What ever became of her, maga ranaayi and I hope to God I never do. Mr.Brown Ha! You are as amazing as A Texas root rot.

Bal aan isku dayo in Af Somaliga uu ku Shaqeyn karo xarfahan aad isku dhex mul maaluqday. ( ) It Tlruy deos wrok.

^Immortal Technique is the artist. Blue Nothing specific, I just love the wordplay abaayo, besides it gave me that Shiidh! War Iley (e?)n Balaayo effect. He came to seattle last May but unfortunately I wasn't in town at the time.

^ The weather in Seattle is either; Or;

Quite the weirdo? Okay. Chinky Eyes This means war. Embargo plein Playa! ( ) The Sister looks like an Arab Man[A Wanted ArabMan?] I'm almost scared to ask how you came to that conclusion Brownie Boy but I shall ask anyway; How ever did you come to it maandhow? Rowda: when all sudden he asked the weidest question ever. Miyaad gudan tahay? suni or fircooni? Loool. You've got to be kiddin' me. My response would of have been something along these lines : "War balaayo beerka kugu dhufatay oo suulka kaa goosey ee bax taleefanka iiga bax, najis najis kala jirin yahow." Indeed.

Starting from the moment of my mature birth up until my beautiful brown eyes (I know it seems just too braggadocio but they are truly beautiful) have scanned 19 years of life strange things have been happening to me but none have been as strange as the one I’m about to share with you all. A close friend of mine and I were going out to lunch after having taken part in a dreadful and tortuous job interview- a job I might add neither of us were interested in but then again, interest isn’t even a factor when paired against the orgasmic pull of the mighty dollar; second only to that of the call of the prayer in my life, may I add. The friend and I decided to go this little Italian restaurant on 5th Ave. As we were walking toward our destination, chatting about Mien Kopf to what a cheating miscreant her latest Amant turned out to be and as I, like a good friend, was listening to her bemoan about misplaced confidences and things of that nature, I felt a tug on my skirt; not a kind one but rather a forceful one which stopped both my train of thought and my feet. Though, I’m inclined to believe the latter was the intention, the former was the result of shock and fear (and a just desserts in my “tugee’s†opinion) for having heard of many a tale about some poor sod having had a needle-filled with heroin- injected into his bloodstream, as revenge, by way of his pant leg after he would adamantly refuse to give money to one of the many beggars (crack-heads!!!) who lined at the streets of downtown Seattle, I quickly searched my pockets to make sure that I had some loose change and as my hand came into my contact with my second greatest love, I turned around, pasting an ugly frown on my face as I did so and stared down my nose at my “tugee†who happened to be, much to my surprise, an old Native American women (I believe you Canucks refer to them as First Nation). I said calmly, "Why are you holding on to my skirt?" She, all 4ft and some inches of her which reminded me of Bonaparte, then stood up seeming fragile and childishly impudent next to the respectful (er mature?) stance of my 6’ frame (so shoot me, I was wearing heels) She said, "Tell us where your cousins are?" I blinked my eyes looking around all the while wondering; who the hell the "us" she was referring to was, and I asked her, "My cousins?" "Yes, your cousins, those f*cking morons…. (even though I consider most of my cousins to be somewhat moronic I didn’t appreciate her pointing out that fact) who f*cking attacked us" Attacked us? Okay. "Lady, all my cousins are friggin’ dead, if you have a bone to pick with them I suggest you go visit a cemetery," with a menacing growl I added, "Now let [expletive] go of my skirt" She tugged even harder, baring now enough leg to attempt a priest to denounce his vow of celibacy. "You are a f*cking lair, if all your cousins are dead b*tch then why is Osmama still alive?" "Osmama?" I mouthed to my friend- taken back- who then burst out laughing. "Tell me", she continued, "why he f*cking attacked us, huh? F*cking ungrateful rag-heads, we give you people food, clothes and money and you have the balls to want to attack us." Though I was attempted to point out that I had no such thing (s) but rather a baby factory which I have yet to test out to see if it was functioning properly (practice makes perfect dee), I calmly said, "who ever this osmama is, he is no relative of mine, now before I call the cops let……go ….of my…….skirt." "Call the cops; they are looking for your cousins too you dumb a*s" So there I stood tall as an evergreen being "punked" by a vertically challenged elf who held a vise like grip on my garment and wouldn’t let go as my supposed friend stood not too far taping this episode with her phone’s camcorder. Could it get anymore strange? Surprisingly it could. The next thing we heard were sirens for apparently an amused on looker saw fit to notify Seattle’s finest, the lady when she noticed the cop getting out of his cruiser, smiled smugly up at me. Good Lord, I was so sadistically tempted to bring to reality, my mind’s eye’s vision of stomping her to death with my feet. To Be Continued......

Girl: Jimca Lee

Boy: Afrax *sighs* Warfaa Meygaan

^ Hello, Woman! Nin Nool: Good read [beautiful really]and good to have you back.

No joy have I found in two worlds apart from thee; Beloved Many wonders have I seen: I have not seen a wonder like thee: They say that blazing fire is the infidel's portion: I have seen none,...excluded from thy fire. Often I have laid the spiritual ear at the window of the heart: Of a sudden didst thou lavish grace upon they servant: I saw no cause for it save they infinite kindness. O' chosen Cup-bearer, O apple of mine eyes, the like of thee: Ne'er appeared in Persia, nor in Arabia have I found it. Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; For in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue. O thou who art milk and sugar, O though who art sun and moon, O thou who art mother and father, I have known no kin but thee. O indestructible Love, O divine Minstrel, Thou art both stay and refuge: a name equal to I have not found. We are pieces of steel, and thy love is the magnet: Thou art the source of all aspiration; in myself I have seen none. Silence, O brother! Put learning and culture away; Till thou namedst culture, I knew no culture but Thee. Poet: Jalal Al-Din Al-Rumi

Dreams do come true ileen (Yippie!) Congratulations and may your union be a blessed one.

^Because Eve's blood is hereditary, dear. Chapter II It is because every one under heaven recognizes beauty As beauty, that the idea of ugliness exists.

Like I said, this goes far and beyond childish Somali finger pointing. Actually it doesn't. I just found out, thanks to a relative of mine who has visited him in Tacoma, the "immigration violation" our beloved Sheikh has violated. As I hate to mutilate the work of a man, whom I consider a great humorist, but I would gladly resign (thanks to this despicable incident) from the Somali "race" if you lot are willing to give me back my membership fee. Salaams

Those men sound like sissies compared to James Earl Jones [insert Homer's Pleasure shiver]

She declined to specify what immigration regulations Mohamed is accused of having violated. Wow what a shocker! If it was just a simple immigration problem they wouldn't obtain a warrant to search the Sheikh's house. They wouldn't question his family quite extensively mind you, about his political affiliations, his teachings, his opinions on America, where he was educated and etc. His brother-in-law even recognized one of the men asking the questions for he has seen him often in their neighborhood. Just a thought. However, on the Somali Oral News Network, supposedly, as most Somali tend to speculate, what sparked his arrest was that some Somalis (who are quite known!) in Seattle reported the Sheikh to the Police, accusing him of having stolen money that the majority of Somalis in Seattle have raised collectively to build a new mosque. They also accused him of using it for personal gains. An allegation that is quickly dismissed by many Somalis for there are more than several men, all pillars of the community, who in fact along with the Sheikh, collect the money and keep a record of it. What is required in these circumstances is also action. We are working on it. Karim Abdullah Assalaam Bishir Hussein, who runs the Janaale Restaurant, said yesterday that the barbershop had been in operation about eight months. He pointed to scars on his face from the beating he received from an employee or patron of the barbershop a few months ago. This man is Somali By the way and the reason he was beaten up was because nin madow oo muslim ah ayuu cey yey and that was the only man who fought him. After, he called the police and accused them of doing terrorist activities. However, Assalaam and his "crew" were quite vocal in expressing their anti-american sentiment.

Capitalism at work? Norman Podhoretz argued that neoconservatism had effectively put itself out of business by winning on its two major battle fronts: over communism and the residue of the 1960s counterculture Damn Hippies! Anybody who reads a newspaper now and then knows that Murdoch is one of the most powerful and influential men in America. After all, it was his news network which first announced that Bush won in the First Election before even the Florida ballots were "counted." Some people have even gone far as to say the reason Bush won was because this man. If you read many of the alternative news sources, such as LaRouche's P.A.C (who has before the Katrina fiasco predicted that the Bush Adminstration would be heading for a "new watergate") this isn'really that surprising or shocking .

I got a phone call from my mom about an hour ago telling me that Sh. Ibraahim has been arrested at Sea-Tac International Airport yesterday. The reason for his detainment is still unknown and neither have The Port of Seattle Police released a statement explaining his arrest, which left many to speculate that it may have had something to do with him fitting a "certain profile," but then again that is just a speculation. For those who don't know him, Sheikh Ibrahim is a Learned Man and an Iman in the very sense of the word. He is also a Pillar of Seattle's Somali Community and a man that many Somalis, including I, and many other Muslims regardless of nationality have come to love and respect. I ask that you please Pray for his quick release and beg Allah so that he may have mercy on this kind and caring individual who has devoted his life to teaching the Message of our most beloved Prophet (S.C.W).

Well, I never! I take it back...Now put 'em up, woman.