WoW.....Mansha'allah P.jabi Mc.....That was sweet, ...so sweet I might became a diabetic if I read it one more time...but its a little bit scary lol...Unique addiction indeed Walaahi I was expecting those depressing twisted poems you always wrote that made me want to pray a little bit of happiness for you. Seriously though, like change and the new style...Keep writting Salaams

lol My sentiments exactly FF. My 7 brothers think I should be certified crazy because of my sense of humor or in their opinion lack of.... I've always found him funny and liked his sense of humor.I used to watch SNL just so I could see what Jack Handy had to say that week. Postscriptum 3 and 7 were hilarious.I almost fell out of my chair.

*Looking for my Swahili dictionary* Mlendo in the thread...Raula take pity on your cuz and translate nooh. Mansha'allah for its truly a blessing to be in love and experience it in this lifetime.I liked how you worded it and made the reader feel drawn to the words. Keep them Coming.

Acuudi Bilaahi mina shaydhaani rajiim May allah save us from his wrath and direct us toward the rightous path. Mansha'allah for posting this because we always need to be reminded why we're here on this earth and that Ibliis is not only our enemy but also allah's. Thank you salaams

LoL..War balaayo.I hate to call allah's creations Ugly but they make me want to.ew!...as for the fight it was hilarious, some what short but enjoyable cause of Ol' boy's mean hook and uppercuts that were no joke..I hate to be on the recieving end of that fist thou..Acuudki.. Diamente...Bloody eye?....how about the blood stained Gold grill that looked like it was giving directions to eight different people..Like daffy duck...it was Just dessspicable I tell ya..

Thanks for the feed back. It's greatly appreciated. Mansha'allah also to the many of the poets on this site as well as the readers.....Holllller! LoL besbaaso.....He is indeed the bane of my existance before you were in awe of my ever growing talent ...ya dig? anyway Whats up Doc. where is my picture?

he always blazing and its amazing….how he swearin off alcohol….thou tempted can’t take a sip…..cause he knows its sin…aint that some shit…you’d be cruisin for a bruisin….shit talkin’ to him N!gga have you grave walkin’….like take your last breath….you’ve spoken with death…No remorse No emotion….on his face…. As another life he takes…don’t talk anymore..only utters F!ck You Pay me…Distrust is a must….in life he leads…fortunate may favor the bold…..but fate is a B!tch…..when standin’ Accord with crime like a Honda with an assualt sign...he got pulled over for expired tabs….officer whats the haps…he asked...no answer till the cop pulled out a nine…unregistered and no license…sent to county called his lawyer and was out the same night...friends threw a party like life was so tight....but DA was pissed...produced a witness..a juror….accusing him of tryna rob her….and her store so like an akon song...he got locked up….. tryna stand tall….called his so called friends but they didn’t take his call….so cold….he is left alone again…..but misery loves company..so he started praying……officers saying…..â€he mutters in strange languagesâ€â€¦but he just laughs…cause he knows he is on a rightous path...…Now he is an Imaan at the mosque…praying over his former friends caskets...drastic...his changes it seems...but Ignorance is suicide once you have tasted the sweetness of imaan..and he had his fill like drinkin’ a sea Man!..... once a Gangsta now gone good… tomorrrow’s dreams built on todays reality…How hood?

I often ask myself how became strangers When we’re once more than friends…I guess I just remind him what he became…we used walk the same path…now we drive on different roads … I remember when he used to write sick sh!t on his pad…like he scribbled it on a tampax… and he remember’s the girl I used to be… picking fights like Stand the F!ck back…..but I’m not her and he is not him anymore Yesterday’s reality he chose to build on today’s dream He got so many money schemes His brain feels rich…. b!tch…he yells to the young ladies Walkin the street….they roll their eyes but can’t say shit Cuz He got so much heat….he could turn North Pole into a tropic…drastic..his changes became…like reconstructive surgery….he tried to go under a knife once But caught a jones for life…..now he living with all this strife….wishing to die while having sex….so he could “cum†and go at the same time like Afroman….understand he wasn’t always like this…Living reckless and dangerous….I knew him before money came first to everything…when he used to pray more than five times a day….you would always catch him kneeling and reciting quranic scriptures…left alone to raise his sisters... after his moms departure…Cause Dad was a rolling stone like a f!ckin’ rock song…….and he barely out of school now……at times he cry himself to sleep…tired of seeing ends not meet and dividends not deep…in the pockets like some of his friends…so they introduced him to dead presidents and heroin.. started dealing… got dough…making bread was an only option …but got obssessed and became a baker …… used to rock salvation army now n!gga Roc-a-fella … once shy now girls call him the Booty Filla…he got whip appeal….car huggin curves like he driving on beyonce….… used to say NO NO NO to drugs…but weed became a constant companion…..

LoL, And you call yourself a Nationalist right? I have read some of your posts on this forum and I'm inclined to think that you're part of the "applauding and perpetuating this tribal ignorance" Members on this site, That being said To the poster aboowe/abaayo? There isn't an alternative vision that will be taken in consideration as long as there're warlords and people who devoutly support them based on their misplaced clan loyalty. If it was up to me and Murder wasn't a sin...I would of killed all warlords and their marauding Militia men but since that is highly unlikely, I would say if we only but build a government based on the Islamic sharia and thought ourselves as muslims/somalis instead of Clans and sub-clans then we might have hope Insha'allah but until our elected officials and country men/women realize that, Somalia would always be in turmoil and somalinimo would always take a back seat to Clan loyalty.

As I sit in my room With my pad and pen on my lap I contemplate to write an Ode to you Yet…I don’t know where to begin But I begin to write anyway Hoping words would come to me That’d help me capture your essence on paper But how does one describe an indescribable emotion Such as... Love Psychologist thought to dissect it Poets such as I, tried to explain it Yet lovers simply accept it It’s a word, not different than any other word Yet no common dialect Could ever translate what my heart felt When I first laid eyes on Love It was as if time stood still Not a soul moved...only movement was My heart beat increasing As if dancing to an age-old rhythm And I was simply unaware of its choreography Love.. Yes I’ve held it in my hand And kissed it goodnight Each and every night I’ve nurtured it like a child Allowed to manifest In its purest form You and I Love... You knew me when I was just a shorty Going through puberty Hardest years you’ve helped me through Heard me when I shrilled cries of help When nobody replied You simply held my hand And on your clothes I soaked with tears Tear-stained cheeks you wiped gently “Ifrah, everything is all right,†you’d say to me... I felt an emotion so unidentified Yet it intensified As I watched you become a man in front of my eyes when you decided to go back to school, I nearly cried And when anger, Jealousy and rumors rears their ugly heads Your love sustains me till like anthrax it puts them through living death... Love... Like Explicit cursive.. So deeply introverted We are, I hope to never part From you ... Love When I looked Down on my pad To read what I wrote to you Love… There were no words to describe the joy I feel All I seen was just A single tearstain on my pad.......

LoooooL@sheherazade, war balaayo you out for blood huh? lol But that wasn’t even sh!t…When will yall’ ladies learn… By far the whole story of the entire night was talking afterwards… I like the ending or was it the begining. Either way It's nice thou you set the pace of the poem so that the reader can follow along as if they were there. It was very um ...Visual anyway Big ups and keep writting

Krupt.....I know brother but he meant to play the game and when the others refused, he started pointing the gun at everybody present. The boy who died (may allah have mercy on him and grant him paradise)was the only one who protested so he put the gun on his head to taunt him about his bravery, it just so happened that he didn't know the gun wasn't on safety when it went off or that the bullet was lodged in that particular cylinder. Either way may allah have mercy on them all. Furthermore, only allah is all knowing so I can't be certain this is what happenned but this was the story told to me by several eye witnesses...so I can't dispute or gainsay anybody for I wasn't there.

There was an incident that happened in MinneSNOWta invovling two young men from seattle that resulted in Murder. I believe it occured on the 26th. Anyway They were all hanging out after a Party and one of the young men who I went to high school with and friend of mine had a Gun, feeling hyper he wanted to play russian roulette with the other young men. (This is a frightening and lethal game where they place a single bullet in a Gun, spin the cylinder, put the gun to their head and Pull the trigger. Players participate knowing that when they do pull the trigger, they might set off the bullet and blow their brains out.its popular with somali males in the states especially in Washington)they refused and he started pointing the gun toward every one of them. when he reached the last one(who happened to be my best friends cousin), he said Idhaaf or something. My former school mate placed the gun on top of this boys head playfully stating "oh this is the bravest one out of all of you" and pulled the trigger. at the time he didn't know if the bullet was in that particular chamber but sadly it was, it went through the boys brain and came out bursting from his chin. He was taken to the hospital and was in a coma until 11 am saturday morning and Died instantly at the young age of 20 (May allah have mercy on him and bless him in jana Fardowsa). My schoolmate surrendered to the police from my understanding and now faces life in Jail if convicted. I ask that you please Pray for both Boys and their families through this traumatic time in their Life. Also pray for the young man who was slayed in Seattle friday night (His friends or people he knew, slit his throat with a knife at downtown seattle at 3 am and dropped his dead body in front of his Family's porch saturday morning)and Please pray for his family so that they may find the strenght to continue. Than You Aamin

LoL@Somali peace conference. Well Mine is Monogamous politicians.

I adore books so much I'm addicted to Barnes and Nobles like dope to a fiend. My brothers often teases me that once I marry, My husband will divorce me on the grounds of "Irreconcilable reading Problems" Back to the topic. Well I have heard of Layla Iyo Qays..in somali songs but never had the pleasure to read their Story. Thou' I have read Romeo and Juliet.as many people have whether for a Class profile or pleasure....just out of curiousity Where I can find Their Story? is there any specific book store that may have the book in their collection? Salaams

Diamante...I love the signature. lol J-11...Dang Waawaray (My broken somali)Brother Mansha'allah.. this poem is Amazing with its simplicity...wow. simply leaves one breathless.

Originally posted by bohemian chic: ...but there is only one msword ....the poet of sea-town.... Igadaa...I'm blushing. seriously thou Keep writting macaanto. Insha'allah we'll do a poetry jam @ the next SSAW meeting? maybe lol we'll see how our retired pres. feels about it. As for the poet of sea-town...well lets just share the covetted title.

War Balaayo. ...you got me speechless. How come you didn't tell me you were such an eloquent POET. I'm a bit perturbed ..I'll be expecting a formal Apology pretty soon....before you either get your HS diploma or Docterate.....understood?

To say I liked the poem would be an understatement...simply loved it..from the wording to the structure. Heartfel and very moving. Mansha'allah.

I too write for the sake of writing....till my lines...cloud visions....like a cataract...verbs and adjectives doin' a tango hotter than a shaq attack*....like that is ludicris....to twist and turn words....till i give you an epiphany...have you seing ghost writting....poof..Like I see DEAD WORDS....whats worse...than nouns....You and I...love, detached..like amputated limbs...to come back together....silent like two mating Mimes....and my rhymes....have you goin' off the wall..like tony hawk....extreme skating on facts till they become non facts..and In my rhymes....I could be a ruler..stand up for my rights straight like a yard stick...make you sick...cuz I throw up words so Ill You can taste digestion.....In my rhymes I can..travel to distance lands...ride shot gun with Malcom.....surf the euphrates...destroy hades....while still in my math class....and in my rhymes...I breath.....live through this simple words....I'm the king...in a female form...I write for the sake of my Sanity.....I write till I have nothin' to write about anymore....

LoL.....Biggest wimp indeed. I thought somebody switched the channel to WWE or something. I hate to say this but it was the most entertaining fight I've seen since holl.field vs Tysen....Dang but it's sad that Artest got benched for the season.......

Originally posted by Bari_Nomad: I guess congrats are in order. I Concur...... :rolleyes: ...First: Somaliland is on the map...Next step: Recognition

…and his click….like who the F!ck want beef…Chaney….heartless litterly….Rove simply….runs YOU….don’t give a f!ck about you……Rice….sh!t ..somebody should cook her like Uncle Bens…But …….**** a Bush…If I were you I brush….him off like dirt off my shoulders…..you aint in his tax brackets…and you aint blinded to caskets…….full of iriqi citizens and innnocent bystanders…slander and lies of destruction is the name of the game…..and he is playing YOU fully armed ..whats worse...he got four more years….to think he on point like a spear…Now what do you fear…Lackwit for President…or believe in the predecendence of Jesus….Christ Christians…..Bush Won!..another hated term for me……. .. like getting your semester grade with an F in PE…. Disappointed….but I wasn’t for Kerry….. ……Pro Choice……or For Gays… God Created Adam AND Eve ……not adam and Steve …I was just pro Life…..and my life….is now dedicated to doing drive by’s….with the quran to my right…and the hadith to my another side…..quoting scriptures ……and praying my five times a day…..basically not giving a damn about what Bush say……..There is higher Power..to judge him…not I …besides He’s like a retarded Donkey…….a Dumb A!s… and making fun of him is just wrong…like his Foreign Policy…..

What we Gon' do..... but throw up two fingers up like the peace sign put the one down and flick one at them glock nines he holdin'....while he preaching ...appealin' to the masses.. about morals of viber….making me think he still getting hyper of them white grains…lies stain…his whole campaign but those rednecks voted…because he is molded…..in their likeness….he lived in a mansion…..cashed of financial aid and went to yale….. he was never poor on welfare…and supporting his father’s warfare… didn’t came out of his bus fare…how fair..is life right?...butI’m not done billy bob…save the sob…story for jenny jones.…you were dead broke beggin’ for coins…when he was chockin’ on a pretzel like a chicken bone…..and is he like you how?….except he is married to dead brained heffa just like you…drinks 40’s and jack Daniels just like you...but he aint Broke like you…He getting paid of being a Oil Pimp with a child’s Mind…..got contracts and money longer than your life line

"so where is this girl, that you always keep on calling her name even in your sleep, Waryaa xishoo oo be strong, in my time we never used to call women all the names that you are using now, in fact women themselves would think you are retarded if you called Honey, Angel, Sweetness and some other names that I can't even bare to say because I will feel like throwing up. Moti Advices me. LoL. Oh lord have mercy. You're a great story teller...I fell out of my chair laughing. I'm about to bust a gut. War Balaayo...it's hilarious......Continue please.