I didn't think pple got married on Ramadhan but apparently they do. I just came back from a wedding...they decided to celebrate their marriage (in the masjid) by feeding the fasting three days in a row. Mashallah...it was beautiful. Imagine the ajar and blessings for that couple...all those pple making dua for them.

^Yeah, same here. At the end of the day...I know its sunnah...and the fard prayers have more importance. I just was curious why the rakah's weren't agreed upon. Thanks for the replies everyone. Z: I know its the same length of time...but people DO think that it's much longer because its double the rakahs. It just weirded me out that halfway through like half of the pple would disappear.

11....21...What's the difference (yeah, yeah other than the numbers)? Why can't it just be 11? I went to a masjid where they prayed 21 rakahs and pple left halfway through. Embarassed to see old ladies praying comfortably and I'm figeting because my feet hurt so bad.

If the words confused him...the expression shouldn't have. I bet next time he would pay better attention & think twice

^Are you hinting for a medal or something?

I absolutely love it how some always try to end something with either waa 'feminist' or 'dhoocil'. Yep, that really explains it huh? P.S. Apologies to poster for hijacking your thread. Let's stop there. [Let's just get back to the topic...sigh...limits of a mod ] [ September 08, 2007, 01:43 PM: Message edited by: Andromeda ]

Sorry, the only person I see who needs to do a little more growing and a lot more maturing is you Khalaf. Aight?

I don't believe Khalaf...I bet it's all an act. Khalaf I bet your the type who washes their kid's butt with their hands. So sheekada naga dhaa.

lol@ sarwaal. Good one.

SOL?

Wow. I don't know how people can exchange after being with a baby for a year or longer. That's so tough.... And pray tell...what is wrong with an Ethiopian baby? Is the beef with the country included with the babies as well?

You discover your wonderful one-year-old child is, because of a mixup at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to try to correct the mistake? I saw this question surfing the net and thought it every interesting. I've heard of cases where this happened and the parents discover the mix up years later...when the children are grown and then it's too late. However...when the child is still relatively young...would you exchange in that position? I cannot imagine anyone doing it after bonding to the baby for a year (or more)...however I can understand them wanting their own child too. If anyone answers yes to the above questions...what age is the cutoff for the exchange? And why or why not?

It is not romantic if you have to ask for it...no matter how subtle you are. How can someone ask for their spouse to be more romantic? Then when he/she does turn romantic...wouldn't you think 'is this from him or from my asking'. It's not sincere or real. Being romantic doesn't have to be about words or flowers and jewelry but actions. On a cold winter day...if he gets up before you and cleans the snow off your car so that you don't have to do it...ROMANTIC! If you're eying the last piece of chocolate cake (his) and he gives it to you insisting that he wasn't hungry anyway...*swoon* very romantic Anywho...people respond to how you treat them...and I know some Somali women (not the younger ones) who aren't romantic at all and expect that from their man. The only person you can change is yourself...and if you become more romantic and sweet...I cannot imagine him not responding in kind unless he's a total pig...and then it's your fault for marrying him. Val: Kinky? Yikes. Run for the hills girl...and don't turn back.

Anyone wanna call him?

Thanks for the help. Don't know what to do with it all *rolls eyes*

It seems I might have a tattoo inked on my forehead that invites weirdos & freaks to come up to me. And it often happens at a bus stop. Drunks, Racists, Perverts etc. pass everyone & come up to me to strike up a conversation. I always have a newspaper and pretend to read when I notice someone looking at me yet they still come over...and I talk to them because I don't want to cause a scene if I keep ignoring their questions. Or in some cases I feel bad for them. Latest incident...some drunk guy with what looked like 'gass/water/weird liquid' in a bottle plunks down beside me, ignores that I'm intently reading a book, and asks typical ques. 'where are you from, what's your name, what are you doing etc'. I give short answers without being too rude and quickly go back to my book to give a BIG FAT HINT. Completely ignores it...****** bus is late. 10 minutes later...a cop gives him a ticket because he had a warrant for something I didn't quite catch. What the hell should I do? My friends say it's because I look too friendly and open. Apparently I should be glaring at everyone with a 'WTF are you lookin' at'. Sigh.

If men could get pregnant - there would be no more than 1 kid in a family.

Aren't they all, lol 3, 23. They're all the same me thinks

I was bored babysitting my 3 year old cousin. We were watching a cartoon and a song came on; Me: Baby, how do boys dance? Jumps up, stomps hard on ground, arms flailing around with occasional growls and yelps. Me: And how do girls dance? Clasps hands together and raises them above head, thrusts out hips and shakes them side to side. Turns around, sticks little bum out and shakes it around! *laughing at this point* Me: And what do you say when you meet a girl? Him: 'Hi, Can I punch you in the face'?

Red Sea, I am pretty sure that you would feel differently if the rapist got drunk and raped another Somali man! I feel sorry for any woman within a thousand mile radius of you with that attitude. I don't care if she was high on drugs hooker...NO MEANS NO.

^Don't take anything without consulting your doctor first! Good luck. Those suckers hurt like hell.

I strongly believe that Somali men who marry second wives really want a divorce from the first wife but are too wussy to do it or want to look better in the eye of the community i.e. He does something that's allowed in our diin and his wife creates chaos in the family by being jealous and asking for a divorce ...ruining their children's lives etc. Perfect scenario to garner him sympathy. Most Somali men know that their wives wouldn't tolerate him bringing a second wife...and that mostly likely she would ask for a divorce...but they do not warn her...give her a divorce before looking for another wife...but surprise her and act like a miskiin when the sh!t hits the roof.

I hate this one but I hear it sometimes: Naag ha kaga jirto guri ama god. "Your woman should be in the house or in the grave." What piss-ant came up with that?

This is an amazing book. I read it in one sitting and for the past couple of days I would pick it up and just go over my favourite passages. It's basically about the consequences of people being allowed to have 'designer' babies - choosing the genetic makeup of their future children. It's a little futuristic because although the topic has been discussed for quite a while - I don't think it has happened yet. It's narrated by several people but the main character is Anna who is thirteen. She sues her parents for the right to make decisions about her own body after she was asked/told to donate a kidney to her dying sister. I cannot adequatey describe the book so here is a synopsis I borrowed: Anna is not sick, but she might as well be. By age thirteen, she has undergone countless surgeries, transfusions, and shots so that her older sister, Kate, can somehow fight the leukemia that has plagued her since childhood. The product of preimplantation genetic diagnosis, Anna was conceived as a bone marrow match for Kate - a life and a role that she has never questioned… until now. Like most teenagers, Anna is beginning to question who she truly is. But unlike most teenagers, she has always been defined in terms of her sister - and so Anna makes a decision that for most would be unthinkable… a decision that will tear her family apart and have perhaps fatal consequences for the sister she loves. My Sister's Keeper examines what it means to be a good parent, a good sister, a good person. Is it morally correct to do whatever it takes to save a child's life… even if that means infringing upon the rights of another? Is it worth trying to discover who you really are, if that quest makes you like yourself less? An excerpt: When I was little, the great mystery to me wasn't how babies were made, but why. The mechanics I understood – my older brother Jesse had filled me in — although at the time I was sure he'd heard half of it wrong. Other kids my age were busy looking up the words penis and vagina in the classroom dictionary when the teacher had her back turned, but I paid attention to different details. Like why some mothers only had one child, while others seemed to multiply before your eyes. Or how the new girl in school, Sedona, told anyone who'd listen that she was named for the place where her parents were vacationing when they made her ("Good thing they weren't staying in Jersey City,"my father used to say). Now that I am thirteen, these distinctions are only more complicated: the eighth grader who dropped out of school because she got into trouble; a neighbor who got herself pregnant in the hopes it would keep her husband from filing for divorce. I'm telling you, if aliens landed on earth today and took a good hard look at why babies get born, they'd conclude that most people have children by accident, or because they drink too much on a certain night, or because birth control isn't 100%, or for a thousand other reasons that really aren't very flattering. On the other hand, I was born for a very specific purpose. I wasn't the result of a cheap bottle of wine or a full moon or the heat of the moment. I was born because a scientist managed to hook up my mother's eggs and my father's sperm and come up with a specific combination of precious genetic material. In fact, when Jesse told me how babies get made and I, the great disbeliever, decided to ask my parents the truth; I got more than I bargained for. They sat me down and told me all the usual stuff, of course — but they also explained that they chose little embryonic me, specifically, because I could save my sister Kate. "We loved you even more,"my mother made sure to say,"because we knew what exactly we were getting." It made me wonder, though, what would have happened if Kate been healthy. Chances are, I'd still be floating up in Heaven or wherever, waiting to be attached to a body to spend some time on Earth. Certainly I would not be part of this family. See, unlike the rest of the free world, I didn't get here by accident. And if your parents have you for a reason, then that reason better exist. Because once it's gone, so are you. Read rest of excerpt... Anyway I recommend you guys get it. ON TO OTHER BOOKS: Anyone finished Harry Potter yet? What's your thoughts? I cannot believe someone could be become a billionare through books. I enjoy reading the series but I cannot wrap my mind around the thought that hundreds of people waited HOURS just so they could be the first ones who got it. It's unbelievable. Would the book have been less exciting if it had been read in the 3rd 4th 8th day? People just went nuts over it and it's scary.