ahem..... I have controlled my self with diffuclty..... But i am amazed at your naivety mobb-deep, just the other day people ran out in the middle of the night screaming we want to be part of puntland, in lieu of somali flags they were waving pictures of Abdullahi yusuf in various poses and backgrounds.... But seriously i might have said it a hundred times, apart from the clan connection what else does abudwaq have in common with bari and nugaal, or indeed kismayoo that you guys are always talking about.

My dearest Xalimo Farah, it is difficult to believe that we have been husband and wife for five years on this very day. Where has the time gone? It seems like only yesterday the entire village gathered together to feast in celebration of your acceptance into the Hassan family. Do you recall the delicious feast you prepared? Ah, Xalimo, dearest wife, there are so many things I would like to express to you, I feel my heart will burst! Dear, sweet wife, we've had our share of troubles, but we're stronger for them. Not once have I regretted our agreement, not for even a second. Darling, just looking into your beautiful brown eyes each morning is worth more than four goats. You were well worth the nine. Though my father assured me that his choice was sound, I worried initially that he was thinking only of your dowry. I suspected him of choosing you in order to bring the nine goats into our extended family, heedless of the fact that you were not the right woman for me. I feared that your hands were too soft and delicate to work the fields and dig groundnuts. I told my father that, at 16, you were rather old. I worried that your hips were too slim to bear my children, and you confirmed my fears when our first baby was stillborn. That did not please me. And, in our first year of marriage, your habit of slipping out at night to see your sick mother forced me to observe the family tradition and beat you with a qurbash. But I promise that I never took pleasure in flogging you. Even as I flogged you, I had affection in my heart. But in the second year of our star-crossed marriage, you made my affectionate heart soar when you gave me a strong, healthy son. Only 10 full moons later, another son arrived... and then another and another, and today we have hope of a fifth. You may think it strange and impractical for me to say this, but I secretly hope that my next child is a girl. Even though she will be a burden on myself and my sons, you will enjoy teaching her the traditional songs, and she can help you with the cooking of our meals and cleaning of our house. We will guard her purity and, when she reaches the age of 12, she will be able to make another man as happy as you have made me, my beloved angel. Of course, if the girl should have some defect that would render her undesirable to a potential groom—a clubfoot, for example—then you will drown her beneath the waterfall at waleel. I have always admired your strength, my darling. Even today, though you are heavy with child, you spent the day fortifying the walls of our home with mud and straw. I remember the day you hurt your leg in the fields. In spite of the pain, you spent the entire day working. When you came home with a tear-stained face and only a half-basket of groundnuts, I was so impressed with your perseverance that I sat you down and gave you a cup of ginger tea before I got out the qurbaash. But I love you for many reasons besides your strength, my angel. I love you for your purity, broken for the first time on the night of our marriage. Since the night of your deflowering, you have conducted yourself with dignity. You do not raise your voice like some of the women in the village. You did not cry and carry on when our crops were trampled by sheep, though you knew that it would take you several arduous weeks to replant them. You never need to be told to walk three paces behind me. You never need to be told to keep your head down while I speak. You never need to be asked to wash my feet when I come home from a long day of drinking and singing. You are everything to me. I will never forget the first time I realized how much you mean to me. Do you recall the afternoon when three of the precious dowry goats got loose? Without a thought of the dangers of the approaching night, you searched the entire gebiley Plateau, carrying our son roble with you all the while, walking as far as the at beileh deeg . When dawn arrived, I was very worried—and hungry, because you had not been there to prepare dinner the night before (which did not please me). But the fear of losing you to wild animals or bandits made me realize just how much you mean to me. When you finally showed up at the door, I made you promise never to leave the confines of the village again, not even to walk to the market . The following night, my stomach nicely full, I stayed up very late alone in the night drinking from a bottle of Mahua flower water my father had given me shortly before he passed into his next life. Looking at the stars, set like gems in the inky night, I thanked my father. "Thank you, sir," I said. "Truly, you made the right marriage for me." Xalimo Farah, I would not give you up for 20 goats. I would not lose you for even 30 goats. I would not give you up for a bicycle, a cart, or even a transistor radio. Dear heart, I tell you I speak the truth when I say that a thousand raging rivers could not drag you from me! That is how much I love you. I will love you well after the goats have grown too old to produce milk, and have been slaughtered for their meat. ------------------------------------------------- It would behove alot of somali women to read this letter and remark on the love that somali men feel for you, scince then it has moved me to write my own letter of thanks to that special some one in my life, she is also well worth the transistor radio i gave her family........... _________________________________________________

a man who wants something and wants it all the time Oliver wendel Holmes. I know what i want and always wanted and if it is a good thing for me Allah [s.W.T] will grant it.

^^^^ameen.

So there is corruption in somaliland, and in puntland and in the rest of somalia, so consequently the postings on this topic was for what reason again..... Waryaa jamac bootan watch it with the exuberance maybe we dont get mudug dialect but admin does. Intellectually slaughterd kulaaha..... __________________________________________________ admin said it 1 minute before i did.

^^^^hehehe, this guy is amusing 14 posts and already he has an axe to grind, yea damn right i was forced to sings songs to a military coup that turned in to a "revolution". History has it own way of getting vengeance and in somalia nowadays the nickname for a womans backside is oktobar, I could not agree more.

Bump!

Bump! This is really ironic because the deciding vote to make addis the seat of the african union was cast by none other than somalia. They thought that this act of goodwill would change or alter the ethiopian position on somalia Galbeed, unfortunatley this has ensured that any hopes somalis had for in the first instance a robust African reconsideration of somalias borders, and in the second instance a robust African response to somalia's implosion was to be frustrated at every turn by the Ethiopian goverment.

No Kacanka songs?? Man i was forced to memorise songs to oktobar...bring them on.

Things change...and we are yet to see if a regime based on the subjugation of nationalities will survive greater somalia. Like i said things change....

And isn't prison gay-heaven for homosexuals? Not much of a punishment.

http://somaliatoday.proboards19.com Your opinion please...

^^^^ Been a Certified member scince 1995 bro.

multiply this a million times and it is not even the beggining.

Make a desicion to make yourself understood or to make yourself redundant. Personally i switched off a long time ago.

1. Stick your palm open under the stall wall and ask your neighbor, "May I borrow a highlighter?" 2. Say "Uh oh, I knew I shouldn't put my lips on that." 3. Cheer and clap loudly every time somebody breaks the silence with a bodily function noise 4. Say, "Hmmm, I've never seen that color before." 5. Drop a marble and say, "Oh shoot! My glass eye!" 6. Say "Darn, this water is cold." 7. Grunt and strain real loud for 30 seconds and then drop a cantaloupe into the toilet bowl from a high place and sigh relaxingly. 8. Say, "Now how did that get there?" 9. Say, "Humus. Reminds me of humus." 10. Fill up a large flask with Mountain Dew. Squirt it erratically under the stall walls of your neighbors while yelling, "Whoa! Easy boy!!" 11. Say, "Interesting....more sinkers than floaters" 12. Using a small squeeze tube, spread peanut butter on a wad of toilet paper and drop under the stall wall of your neighbor. Then say, "Whoops, could you kick that back over here, please? 13. Say, "C'mon Mr. Happy! Don't fall asleep on me! 14. Say, "Boy, that sure looks like a maggot" 15. Say, "Darn, I knew that drain hole was a little too small. Now what am I gonna do?" 16. Play a well known drum cadence over and oven again on your butt cheeks 17. Before you unroll toilet paper, conspicuously lay down your "Cross-Dressers Anonymous" newsletter on the floor visible to the adjacent stall. 18. Lower a small mirror underneath the stall wall and adjust it so you can see your neighbor and say, "Peek-a-boo!" 19. Drop a D-cup bra on the floor under the stall wall and sing "Born Free."

^^^^^^^lol its, pinky and the brain.

It is sad, but when the bussiness of somalis becomes bussiness there are no depths they would not plunge to to get at the dollar. Bossaso our brave new world?

i dont know why the picture made me so sad. thats somalia people

Brother the situation between pakistan and india is one of MAD [MUTUAL ASSURED DESTRUCTION] all pakistan needs is the bomb the rest are just details.

Wooow, man this is weird am planning to transfer to uni in melbourne, and was feeling great about it, all accept for the nnagging feeling that I knew nothing about how somalis live or are treated there, so at least here is a fellow who actually benefited from an SOL post. :eek: I was going to ask Zu but look at the fellow....

Yea so whats new?

^^^^^ Ladies and gentlemen the topic has gone off track and has sidelined what the poster wanted to see, but it shows somaliland has gone through it stage of political virginity when everything was silanyo this SNM that, Ina kahin those...e.t.c. My faith is that the SNM as an organisation and rebel group was head and shoulders of ALL other rebel groups both in their conduct of the guerilla campaign and in their post war administration and in the guurti system they pioneered which to my mind shows alot of political acumen, and a group that actually thought out what it expected from the the post war somali situation [ that it was a republic of somaliland is debatable] also that acts of revenge occured cannot be gainsaid. My opinion is that if the other rebel groups had made such an attempt to be as rational and to premeditate their political platforms somalia would have missed out on what is going on now. Intreasting how Caydiid has suddenly become such a geesi and tactician, or is the urge to win an argument over a somalilander so urgent that even the embracing of the bogeyman can be forgiven? Yaab As for the USC, it could not have done anything if it were not for years of guerrilla and conventional warfare in the north that sapped the power of siyaads autocracy dry. Give credit were credit is due.

Why is the assumption that a liberal papers effects is less malignant in its reporting of islamic affairs, some would say they are worse than out and out islamophobic papers, because quite simply they seem to be more mature and balanced in their treatment of islamic issues, but they differ only in method and subtelity with conservative papers, but in the end they are in the same bussiness of changing our religion for us, and potraying it as backward and vicious.

Buy what every somali boy needs a somali rebel action figure..... The guy aint even somali all he said was, waryaa iyo bomba.