Originally posted by Sherban Shabeel: I hate Ahmadinejad because he ran his mouth about Israel, but when it came time to BOMB THE SHIT out of Tel-Aviv, when Gaza was getting raped, he did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. If you're gonna talk the talk, walk the walk. if u have access to al jazir tv, then u would have heard what he said. u see western media wont show it to u since they are controlled by u know who!! :confused: u remember what he said about israel last time he came to new york. common man how many muslim leaders have his balls!! lol

well i guess u didnt read the article carefully. she was allowed to wear normal attire for week to work and then the boss ordered her to wear the skimpy stuff....didnt u read! it will have been different if the skimpy uniform was in place when she got hired. Then if she didnt like, she wont have to take the job. u see where i coming from.

evolution is not observable, repeatable, or refutable and thus does not qualify as either a scientific fact or theory period. Its just a biologist idea. i believe in the creator, Allah (swt).

but here is the thing though. the man won leave him alone. It does not matter what the american news media say! You remember what said about going war to iraq and all the bs they say about muslim pple. u just gotta use your head and examine the issues very deeply. U know why they hate this man. Hes against israel who kills innocent muslim pple everyday. think.

evolution is not fact but theory saxib. And just because u believe in it does not make it fact. its just a theory, go and read some more about it to refresh yourself. thnx

lol..and i always say homie is juicing about u. really, u have no idea what naar galey means!! thats wacked. may be some one will explain it to u, hopefully. thnx

u missing the whole point homie! work is work but when the boss dedicates a week later how u dress, then thats illegal. u dig.

So i guess u watch fox news daily haha naar galey!! lol. u sound like u do 4 real.

there is a somali mahmaah which goes like this: QOOQ MA JABEY, GABADIISA JABTA!! LOL. can some one explain this to home-gal Siren. Looks like shes on the qooq destruction path.

israel maxaa ola yaabe! Even somaliland baa gashey!! lool.. and they dont even have one markab. I am waiting for the day and when pland says.. yeah we sent ciidan there 2 lol.

when dealing with somalis, always check their naanees! yeeye in af somali means wild dog. the naanees gives an information alert regarding what to expect from that person. somalido naaneesta ciyaar ciyaar uuma bixiyaan! lool. so if u r familiar with the wild dogs in africa, then you will understand why everybody abandoned yeeye even including the ethios and his own clan. he was a cluless nut job biting friends and vows alike. Now hes singing the blues in yemen!! lol. the hotel sheikh issue is a different story. From jump street he was a cia agent. and thats why hes in bed with the ethios. Hes towing the line.

yo, i feel your pain...just change it to some wheaty stuff and tea, then u will feel the difference. u be smiling all day long. lol.

Yup, african union have no place in somali. If these people left somalia, the somalis will resolve their problems peacefully like they did so many times before. i keep hearing the statement that somali has been without a govt since 1991. Well, its because foreign entities have been muddling in somali business since then!!

Stoic, do u drink alot of coffee? i had the same issues in the mornings since i was drinking like 4 cups of coffee before lunch. However, since i switched to tea and honey, i have cooled down.

wow! good job people...keep it up.

Lovesick. That word best describes one of Somalia's most celebrated modern poets. Elmi Bodheri was a poor baker who is said to be the first Somali man to die from love. His poems, written in the 1930s and early 1940s, are the stuff of legend in Somalia, and Bodheri and his beloved are household names. It's an age-old story: Poet meets girl. Poet loses girl. Poet becomes immortalized via the object of his desire. It happened in a tiny bakery in the port city of Berbera. There, Bodheri worked as a laborer for his uncle, making bread and selling it in what was then British Somaliland. Under the bakery's low ceiling, within ochre-colored walls, over a high counter worn smooth by a million touches, an ardor was born like no other. Nour Haban runs the bakery now, and says it happened in an instant: Bodheri saw a girl named Hodhan — and began speaking in verse. "Even his father was not a poet," Haban says. "But from that very beginning he saw Hodhan, automatically, he started reciting poems." Of all the bread joints in all the world, she had to walk into his. Hodhan came one day to buy rolls. She reportedly said nothing more than, "Good morning." And by nearly all accounts, Bodheri never saw her again. But he rhapsodized that brief encounter to heights previously unexplored. He said things like, "...a careless flicker of her slanted eyes/Begets a light as clear as the white spring moon." The Shameful Poet Other Somali poets had spoken of love, but this was different. Bodheri only spoke of Hodhan. Back then, in the late 1930s, Bodheri was considered unmanly, says Somali poet Ahmed Aw Gedi. "It was very, very shameful in Somali culture for a man to say 'I love a woman,'" Gedi says. Much less gush about her: If eyes could capture the splendor that could soothe the heart Or human beings could be satisfied by beauty alone I have seen already that of Hodhan His family disapproved. His clan disapproved. And Aw Gedi says Bodheri didn't endear himself to her people, either: "For both sides, it was an insult." In the '30s and '40s, the people who lived in this sand-covered land were mostly nomads who never took more than they could carry and didn't leave much behind. Herdsmen married to have children and to take better care of the livestock. Most people were illiterate. And even if they could read, Somali was only a spoken language at that time. Poets were in demand to tell the day's news in a way that everybody could remember. And romance? Well, romance was mostly found in stories about warriors and the battles they fought — not bread enthusiasts and the bakers who loved them. A baker himself, Haban says even Bodheri was ashamed of his behavior. "Somali men, they are very proud of trying to be the real man," Haban says. "Since he didn't get the woman he wanted, he thought that the world would know his weakness." If other Somalis knew of Bodheri's heartache, he had only himself to blame. Aw Gedi says the language Bodheri used was too explicit for the times. Back then, if a Muslim poet wanted to touch a woman's bosom, for instance, he'd write about wanting to pluck an apple from a tree in her neighborhood. "You could not describe or mention the lady as you like," Aw Gedi says. "You would be killed. So you'd give her a different name." But Bodheri barely even disguised Hodhan's identity in his poems. A Love Nobody Wanted When Bodheri called his love "Hadra," no one was fooled. Or amused. Up until only recently, marriages were arranged matches between families, between classes and clans. The men would wait for young girls to come of age and then marry. But between Hodhan and Bodheri, nothing quite matched. He was poor. She was not. His clan was weak. Hers was strong. Bodheri was somewhere around 30 years old. Hodhan was reportedly 9. But Abdullah Mohamed Ali, the mayor of Berbera, says that the age difference between Bodheri and Hodhan wasn't the problem. It was society. "What we believe today is the old culture was the barrier between Hodhan and Bodheri, and it was the role of the old people at this time to try to bring the two together," Ali says. Bodheri despaired. "I have been compelled to weep for love's sake," he said. "Oh God! How much has my mouth betrayed me? And how people have been so cruel to me!" But Ali says that ultimately it was fate that got in the way. In Somali, the word is "alaf." And alaf can be a real kick in the pants. "Alaf is very hard to explain," Ali says, giving an example: "If God wishes you to marry someone, even if you love someone else, you're going to marry the person that God says you're going to marry." Alaf apparently decided that Bodheri and Hodhan weren't meant to be. Luul Abdi Hassan buys her bread from the old bakery in Berbera. Standing outside, she says all Somali girls hope for an attraction as strong as Bodheri's was for Hodhan. "It was very, very strong love," she says. "So whenever we hear about Elmi and Hodhan, our hearts beat a lot." But was it a mutual attraction? Only Hodhan knew for sure. Some say the culture of the time did not allow girls to speak of their heart's desire. Regardless, Hassan says Hodhan was lucky. "Every girl likes to be like Hodhan," she says, "because everyone needs to be loved." A Terminal Case At 15, Hodhan married someone else, a clerk at the port of Berbera. Bodheri married, too, but people say his wife soon tired of him calling her "Hodhan" and left. By the mid-1940s, Bodheri was dead. He'd long since left the bakery and is believed to have wasted away. "It is degrading to yearn for what you cannot have," he said. More likely, says Abdisalam Mohamed Shabeelleh, the director of tourism in Somaliland, he died of tuberculosis. Shabeelleh is sort of an expert on the story – and on Hodhan in particular. He is Hodhan's son. According to Shabeelleh, Hodhan settled down, became a seamstress and raised nine children. He says she never spoke of Bodheri, but then, she didn't have to. Poetry, an oral tradition, travels fast among Somalis, and everyone knew she was the Hodhan. But by Shabeelleh's account, his parents had a happy life together. Hodhan died in 1967. Today, Shabeelleh calls himself the "Sheikh of Love." He says young lovers come to him before they marry, and "sometimes I give them blessings." Most Somalis in Berbera say their society learned a lot from Bodheri. First, that families should consider the feelings of their children before committing them to marry. Second, that saying "I love you" is not so bad, after all. Bodheri and Hodhan often figure in modern Somali love songs and poems. And Somali men say that, in matters of the heart, they are almost always unfavorably compared to Bodheri. Not everyone's a poet. But then, not everyone needs to be. A Somali politician recently recalled the words he used to propose to his wife. He said to her, "OK, I can't love you like Bodheri loved Hodhan. But I can love you." http://www.npr.org/t emplates/story/story .php?storyId=1052269 81&ft=1&f=1004

Lt-qalbi i had no clue that u was a gal!! lool. anyways, naturally, women are givers while guys are hunters. But these days you might reversed roles in this confused world. remember stone-age days..lol.

hey u r doing good...so far at least lol. the problem with freshman sol members are few but can be corrected. Here are fews things to stay from. clan cheerleading: stay way from it. this is not moms house, u dealing with sol and not ciyal xaafad. this place is where u will find the whole spectrum of somalis. if u like your clan that much, go to your clan website and stay there. throlling: dont run around like lil a dog and sniff every thread. take a break for the cause sometimes. insults: be civil and try to bring your points in a civil matter if some one disagrees with u. after all, many different ideas bring better solutions than one idea. and finally, good kaftan lights up human hearts! so when u run into a brick wall, look for humor side. wc homie and enjoy. i went through this too, but i gotta some heads up from the good folks here like sista Malika, nuune etc.

Originally posted by -MARX-: I agree Rudy! Many of my friends go to weddings to pick chicks. Chicks go for the same reason! its disgraceful! The old generations who set the standards have died out! what remains these days are wasted! -------------------- -------------------- -- rule #1: never go to wedding unless its your family or best friend. Those who hang arounds weddings are real losers with no life. even xaliimos will 2nd that by pointing out wedding crashers. -------------------- -------------------- -------- As for the clan thing. it provides security and many other provisions but we should celebrate diversity and not use it in an aggressive way that deprives others of their natural born rights so maha?? sxb! -------------------- -------------------- ------- rule#2: diversity only applies when you have different races. we are all somalis, once race so in our book somalinimo should be celebrated first. as u see today in our country, every leader that comes around, surrounds himself with his clan. and then the walls crumble. the only successful leaders that we had so far in our history are those that adapted somalinimo as their priority. if u go back and look at somali history, everytime a somali nation was born, like from ahmed gury, to the sayid to the somali democratic govts, a western power came along and dismantled it. why, cuz a powerful muslim nation is a threat to Ethiopia. these pple would rather see somalis broken down along clan lines and war each other just like these days! so its every somalis interest to look and focus at the big picture instead of the family tree. Your family tree will grow when the nation grows in a healthy way.

these are the good attributes of the old generation. so i am worried about the me-me generation!! all they know and think about is themselves. and they misunderstood the whole clan thing completely using it in disgusting ways. u see this everyday in sol! god help them.

ok, plz dont believe every trashy idea u come across. Think and analyze things. This person had no clue what the hell they were talking about. we all know how high sexual crimes are in the western world then the muslim world. no comparism there.

actually, i had 2 from TO...u could be #3? U wanna go 4 it! 3rd time is the charm.

first of all, i like to give a shout-out to Sabriya. wazzup gal(wink wink...TO gals are nice and easy)lol...just joking. shopping should be done online these days. Supermarkets deliver for free in la. This way, wife has more time to do those lovely things, like worshipping her bubby....for sure.

u enjoy eating gulab jammons! do u know what it means? lool its means u eating dudes balls for real. i remember when i was in this indian place and american gal order 3 qulab jammons...i laughed the so heard. 3 was funny..why not 2 or 4? yeah....i do speak hindi. my way to la was from asia. dont that shyte no more....by just seeing its color and how it looks, u shouldnit eat it!!

bs!