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Men will always find news ways and twist things in order to get their groove on. The question is: why the heck are we all surprised?

Actually - he, himself is a jew - he's trying to bring out people's prejudice by acting as that character. Of course, without their knowledge.

* Every Englishman must have a hobby. Some like to collect the stamp, some like to make the jam, but the most fun is to a kill a little animal with a shotgun or rip them up with wild dog. —Commenting on English hunting * He will say many bad things, but that is because he is a liar. —In response to an employment adviser asking what his former boss would say about him * My wife, she is scared of men with chocolate face, there won’t be any around here? —Speaking to an estate agent, who promptly informed him that it’s possible, although anyone purchasing property in the area would be quite well off. * If you vote for him he will make sure you and your family have a good years. If you do not… you will be sorry. — Trying to convince an elderly woman to vote for James Broadwater for U.S. Congress. * We want to speak with someone who can vote. — Talking to a woman while campaining with James Broadwater. * You remind me my wife… why you laugh? She dead. — Speaking with a woman at a meet-a-date roundtable. There are many job opportunities in the US and of A. For men, construction worker, taxi driver or accountant. For woman, prostitute. Borat. Who's gonna go see the Borat movie coming out in November? If you want some quick laughs at your boring day at work or school - Youtube - Borat Clips

Why do I feel so energized in the first two weeks in Ramadhan and crash at the end? I feel like I've done absolutely nothing these past few days and I didn't care as much.

I've been trying to take the learner's test on and off for seven years now. I never pass chapter 6. Last year, I gave up and went to the testing office without finishing the book and waited more than half an hour in a hot, stuffy, crowded waiting room for m y turn with the computer. When my number was called the lady asked me for two I.D.s. I blankly looked at her and said 'I didn't bring any'. She smiled sweetly and replied 'Then I guess you haven't been to the end of the book have you'. I shook my head no, embarassed. I snuck out of there and haven't been back yet. The point of this rambling is - I love public transportation. The car and air pollution can wait.

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Mr. Daamo Futac. Remove the pic if you don't have permission. I know that's not Zu cause Zu is short and fat. You get that vibe from his posts.

Source From the beginning, the wedding was about compromise: Two Muslim immigrants from long-warring factions — the bride Somali, the groom Somali Bantu — getting married in a Christian church with a neon "Jesus Saves" sign on top. The festivities began Saturday morning when the first of several vanloads of Somali Bantu refugees arrived from Ohio, Kentucky, Maryland and Pennsylvania — at 4 a.m. They had driven to Raleigh Court's Terrace Apartments, which is home for many of the 200-plus Somali Bantu refugees living in Roanoke. By 11 a.m. Saturday, they were spread out in apartments across the city, preparing a midday wedding meal of goat, peppers and orange-tinted rice. Some friends hadn't seen one another since they'd left their Kenyan refugee camp, a place where food was scarce and rape and beatings a daily threat. They were Americans now, some with credit cards in their wallets and minivans and working two jobs to keep it all afloat. Back in Africa, an ethnic Somali would not typically marry a Somali Bantu, a darker-skinned member of the long-persecuted tribe. As the bride had put it earlier in the week, "They would be killing about it back home." And, true enough, when Balqiso Hassan and Mohamed Abdi went on their first date last summer — dinner at the Golden Corral — elders from both communities were none too happy about it. One Somali man was so incensed that a fight broke out and criminal charges were filed. Months later, under the guidance of a Muslim imam and elders from both communities, the feuding parties finally pledged peace and the charges were dropped. But what would happen when the pair pledged their love before a crowd of 300? How would the bride and groom pull off this only-in-America event? An unlikely pair Somali-born Balqiso Hassan was working as a caseworker for Roanoke's Refugee and Immigration Services when she met her husband-to-be. "He was telling me he wanted to date me, but I said no because ... I was giving him a hard time," says the 20-year-old, who immigrated to the United States as a political refugee in 2000. But she noticed that Mohamed Abdi, also 20, had a spark of ambition. He was one of the first Somali Bantu at Terrace to get his driver's license, and he'd landed a job — first in a bakery, later at a farm supply store — shortly after his 2004 arrival. Perhaps even more impressive: Unlike most of the Somali Bantu refugees, Mohamed had a working command of English and was taking night classes to prepare for his GED. Balqiso's mother had told her she was too young to marry. She wanted her daughter to go to college instead. Once a member of Somalia's ruling class, the family had owned a mansion and three stores in Mogadishu before civil war broke out in 1992. "Our father would take the Somali Bantu in and give them jobs," Balqiso's sister, Naimo Hassan, said in a 2004 interview. "Unlike most Somalis who discriminated against the Bantu, he believed you were supposed to help those who weren't as well off as you." The Hassans were targeted immediately by bandits for their food and money — Balqiso's father and two brothers were killed, her mother viciously attacked. To reach the first refugee camp, the surviving family members walked five days through the desert with no food or water, and people shooting at them. But suffering was the great equalizer in the camps, where everyone competed for food and shelter, and everyone feared attacks from bandits and militiamen. Balqiso's family stayed in the camps for eight years, Mohamed's for 12. When Balqiso explained that she was dead-set on marrying this Somali Bantu man, breaking the tradition of arranged marriage, her mom reluctantly agreed. A dowry would have to be paid to the bride's family, as is custom, and Mohamed readily complied. "She said that if he's one of the best of the Bantu men, she didn't mind," Balqiso explains. The family does not know of other Somali-Somali Bantu couples. "But my mother says it's OK as long as he treats me with respect and we are in love." Anticipation-filled first The mother of the bride is busy Saturday morning — along with Naimo and every Somali woman friend they know — slicing onions and green peppers and boiling spectacular quantities of rice. In the family's Brandon Avenue apartment, Somali Bantu teenagers, mostly high school girls who will later stand in as bridesmaids, dance to traditional music. Curtainlike ceremonial cloths, called da, have been tacked to the walls, along with Muslim prayers. Colorful mats are placed on the floor, where the midday meal will be served. In a relative's downstairs apartment, a similar room is prepared for the men, who will gather separately to eat. A short Muslim engagement ceremony, or Nekah, is supposed to occur before the meal, which will be eaten out of communal platters using hands in place of utensils, as is tradition. But the bride is still getting her hair done at a salon, and the groom is busy shuttling visiting friends and relatives from his family's apartments at Terrace to the bridal family's apartments on Brandon Avenue. Much to the confusion of some American visitors, the meals take place in separate apartments ... but the engagement ceremony never occurs at all. Meanwhile, back at Terrace, Bantu women chop goat meat atop plastic mats on the floor and friends wander in and out of the groom's parents' apartment. A third celebratory lunch is being prepared. There are 29 visitors in one tiny living room: a grandmother sleeps on one of the three couches, babies nurse and sometimes cry, and the women talk and laugh — not the least bit stressed by the chaos. Across the apartment complex, the groom's older brother prepares the couple's new apartment at Terrace, arranging furniture and hooking up his new wide-screen television. A group of Bantu visitors from Pennsylvania parade in and out of the bedroom, singing harmonies in Arabic, punctuating the rhythm with guttural, percussive sounds. "They're blessing the bride and groom and also praying for them to get good children," explains Abdul Bashir, the groom's brother. Mohamed had saved to pay cash for the new rugs and furniture. As the bride had put it earlier in the week: "I've been here six years now, and I will no longer buy things that are used." A melting pot with spice "This is like a refugee camp reunion," says Iftin Iftin, 18, of the wedding, which is scheduled to occur at 6:30 p.m. in the gym annex to Ghent Grace Brethren Church. "To have a Muslim wedding here at this Christian church ... it's incredible," adds refugee office director Barbara Smith, looking around at the hundreds gathered. "Talk about the epitome of being a good neighbor." When they're not dancing, the Somali Bantu fill most of the seats. Most are wearing special-occasion red hajibs, or headdresses, and many have babies strapped to their backs — 18 have been born since the first Bantu arrived two years ago. Americans who have taught and mentored the refugees at Terrace cluster at the back of the gym along with the refugee office staff and their spouses, many wondering what will happen next. "These people wait well," observes Margie Scheuer, who has mentored a Bantu family since its arrival in 2004. "Something might happen, something might not. This is how it always is: Everything is Insh'Allah — God willing." Anticipation is high as the groom arrives in his cream-colored suit to cheers and applause. It's now 7 in the evening, and the bride is ... nowhere in sight. The men take turns playing music, alternating Somali pop recordings with Bantu songs, some of which are played by a Bantu drummer who came from Ohio for the event. A teenager persuades them to play an American rap song, and the boys gyrate in their trendy clothes, clutching their baggy pants as they dance to 50 Cent: We gonna party like ish ya birthday, we gonna sip Bacardi like ish ya birthday ... Only in America An hour later, the bride arrives wearing a traditional Somali gown. Five bridesmaids dance around her in colorful garb while the flower girl and boy — dressed like an American-style ring-bearer in a suit and tie — throw plastic rose petals. The Bantu women gather around, whooping a high-pitched celebratory call, their tongues flicking like hummingbird wings. Balqiso is a somber bride, rarely smiling or saying a word. Her eyes are downcast as she takes Mohamed's hands and they sway to a Somali love song. Asked to interpret the bride's mood, Binto Mohammed explains: "She's scared because she's going to be with a man tonight. We are not like Americans, you know." An hour later, the bride exits — only to enter once again a half-hour later, this time wearing a traditional American gown: white with a flowing train. More dancing and high-pitched whooping ensues. Asked if a ceremony is about to occur, the groom's American mentor, Eileen Montoni, smiles. "I have absolutely no idea," she says. "I think maybe it's over and we've just witnessed it." At the reception table, the couple sit behind a large sheet cake with pink flowers, and guests approach to congratulate them, stuffing $20 bills in their mouths, a Somali tradition. Because the African-born guests ate their celebratory meal hours earlier, only the American guests are invited to dine. No alcohol is served. After a minor squabble over music — a man attempts to play more traditional Bantu music, but the Somalis operating the stereo overrule him, insisting on Somali pop — the party wraps up at 11 p.m., an hour ahead of schedule. The bride's family looks exhausted. It's been a day of cultural compromise, some of it awkward, but all of it a reflection of a new American life and a universal symbol of hope: two married people in love. Insh'Allah. In her new apartment full of new furniture, newlywed Balqiso will follow the Somali custom of staying indoors for seven full days. In Africa, the groom would stay with his bride for the duration, but Mohamed says regretfully that he can't. As is American custom, he needs the money, so on Monday he returns to work. ____________________________ Borders??!

Uh, sorry to burst your bubble, but we ALL got that same message. :rolleyes: Talk about an ego.

Layzie, The morning after pill doesn't terminate a pregnancy ; it just prevents the egg from being released by the ovaries and being fertilized. So technically, it's not an abortion but rather a contraceptive.

lol wallee I have no idea. It's one of the perks of being somali - off track all the time. in a few hour I'd get rid of all the posts except th e original...

^Of course not. You didn't mention anything bad about Farax 1, so who said I can't have happiness with him? It's just when things seem too good to be true - they usually are. Esp. when it concerns Somali men.

^You have to admit there is a huge difference between college and high school classes Lazie. In highschool you have no choice in dropping it -It's a year course and if you want to repeat it you have to take it on the summer. But in college - it being just a 4 month course; you can retake it with a different teacher in the next semester or replace it with another elective. Chem is a core subject while the Afro-something one is just an elective. I've dropped a couple of courses because I instinctively didn't like the teacher or he/she had such a thick accent that I couldn't understand or concentrate. I think Modesty had a legitimate reason in dropping it - no need for that much stress over a elective course. Give the girl a break ya'll. P.S. Nice job with ur teacher. A-hole had it coming.

Layzie, didn't I say there was no time limit? I actually have to go out and take the pics. Anyway, stop picking on me and post. P.S. You know u never have to lie to me Lazie. Say whatever u feel, be real - of course I'll go over it and edit if I don't like it.

I would rather be with the guy that adores me - It's safer and I'm bound to feel some sort of loyalty to him (due to being with him b4 Farax 2). I hate breaking hearts so I'd probably be choosing numero uno.

I really enjoyed viewing the pics nomads submitted for the SOL Photography Contest thread a while back. I'm wondering if you would submit pictures of the ur favourite hangouts of the city ur currently residing in. Give us a virtual tour of ur neighbourhood/city; maybe the tourist destinations, the main attractions, and/or just ur personal favourite places. Include location and place names. If you don't have them in ur computur - go out and take them. There is no time limit; but since SOL nomads are logining on from all over the world - It would be fantastic to share a little piece of ur world. So get going. What do u think?

@ Blue 'n Lazie. Najma, He's just not that into you, babe. Move on. You and your girls deserve better - unless your not overly concerned with how he would influence your children. You made a mistake with him definately, and it's a damn shame that kids are in the mix, but it's never to late to start a new. Never.

Khayr, Quick Q, How would such a sheikh as you know that they have done it ALL unless u were there doing it with them?

How come no one is mentioning the number 1 source of single, marriagle somali men? YOUR MOTHER! She won't charge you and you will never find a more eager person to do it. Just sit back and relax; all you have to say is 'yes' or 'no'.

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh... It's shocking because the women are so fully covered with even niqaab! Have they no fcuking respect?

I'm waiting for the day they forbid women to give birth to more than one girl. It's close now.

Oh my God. A couple of Q's racing through my mind while watching that nasty/horrible video: 1. Why weren't they screaming bloody murder to get attention & run away? 2. It looked like there were 3 girls but they kept on focusing on one girl - why didn't the others help her out? They just watched and stayed in place! 3. Why didn't they fight back? I know they were outnumbered...but if you don't know where it's gonna head...it's better to fight than to comply. 4. Why are they walking alone (without male relatives) at night? AT NIGHT. Isn't that against some law? I pray that they're alive and well. I can't imagine what happened when the video was turned off.

Yeah a trend of no more fun topics...people would rather respond than make their own threads. Hmph! :mad:

Can I ask why you two weren't married in those 5 yrs of knowing each other? The shukaansi took too long. He got bored. Move on babes. It'll hurt for sure, but it'll hurt more if he strings you along for another 5 years. Somali men are fickle creatures - you have to bait and hook 'em while the stars are still in their eyes.