Phanta Micky D's is not good enough for U now huh? Waala kibrey :rolleyes: .

^Ameen. My prayers are with the OG Family. Allah ha u naxariisto.

^Take a good hard look in the mirror Xoogsade..I dare say you wouldn't be so confident.

Hmmmmm. I guess the silly goat did not pay attention at dugsi (if he attended that is).

^Thats really sad...one more reason I'm against techonology assisted reproduction methods. The article did raise some very good questions. The mistake in this case was clearly obvious, the baby being a different colour than 'parents'. What of those who had the right colour, but came from a wrong embryo?. About 'who has the legal/moral right to the baby'? I dont know. If it was me...I would not feel comfortable giving up a baby that was part of me for so long.

^Very, very good eye Baashi. I liked the poem--and read it 3 times--but did not even pick up the mistakes. Goes to show how much I pay attention to what I read. :rolleyes:

D.A. I believe its in the sunnah---not specifically mentioned in the Qur'an. But I could be wrong. FF i dont understand, how does one's intention come into play? The Prophet (scw) said "Actions are judged based on their intentions". Obviously in this case it's strictly business.

The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer It doesn't interest me what you do for a living I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dreams for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes." It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

This is far from being a “Little†problem, it’s a serious issue that carries severe repercussions. I know that. But to alot of us....keeping up with the five pillars (praying, fasting) is hard enough. I meant those are more important to observe and should be our priority. However, I did not mean to imply that it did not matter. I take it back if people took it that way. Thnx for the advice Modesty & Salafi. Like I said before though, does one's intention matter?

I have heard of the horrors of shaking the hand of an opposite-sex person (read this book about the trails of heaven & hell---had nightmares for days). However, when it comes to job interviews...when they are talking about making a good impression..right after one's personal appearance is how you greet your prospective employer..i.e.. smiling & giving a firm handshake. They always seem to stress that as very important part of the interveiw process. Anyways..for those nomads who are working. Did you come across this little problem? And how did u handle it? What was their reaction? I already know that one shouldn't....but does one's intention matter?

Thank you for noticing. It brings a warm glow to my heart. P.S. I see your still rolling your eyes.

^I nominate you for Girl with the most Kibir. Always rolling your eyes!

^ I nominate you for the trouble-maker of the year!

^Take a wild guess.

^Quraan baan ku saaraa! This is not the first time you know *axem*.

^ I hope 'tit' means something other than what I think in UK Land.

FF...are you seeing things again? Men are nothing to be scared off u kno...u can talk about them, u can talk to them, and sometimes...sometimes u can even touch them! I wouldnt recommend it tho..u might catch something. Oh really? How interesting. Can you elaborate a little further on that. Where exactly do I touch...and how much pressure do I apply? P.S. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: I hope you noticed the dripping sarcasm Phanta. Instead of wasting your time moaning about your sad state of affairs, why don't you do something useful like taking the injir from the hair up your nose? Besbaaso, what are you trying to say? I cannot read minds you know.

The tissue is perverted. What it was imagining--if it acted out--is called sexual harassment. Not only should the tissue be thrown away but ripped to shreds. Do not feel sorry for the tissue-- :rolleyes: Mr. Ngonge, you must think yourself very clever; others might be oblivious and escape the hidden messages in your little stories--But I havent. And I am not impressed I must say. I do not find them funny ok!

I wish I knew ya'll personally so I could give a good slap in the face. Orod shaqo yeelada instead of talking, thinking, dreaming about men 24/7. We have better things to do women! I think its a sign of a psychological problem--I suggest you see a doctor pronto! This obsession with men lately is not healthy.

^ DA, of course not dear. Allah is just & merciful. What we often forget is that Allah has honoured each sex in their distinctiveness & not their similiarities. We are different---physically, psychologically, emotionally---that does not mean that Allah would judge us differently when it comes to our intentions/thoughts/actions. We have to find our value in relation to Allah---not man. If we hold men as standards--thats where the problem comes in. Then a woman will always feel incomplete and therefore strive to mimic them to feel any worth as a human being. Allah dignifies us both--but we each have different roles & responsibilities to consider. Men would largely be judged on their jobs as leaders & protectors of their family, community, country. Women on the other hand will largely be judged on how they were as mothers, daughters, wives, etc. That doesn't make man superior in the eyes of Allah. No. Allah said he looks into people's hearts---and judges them accordingly.

^How many times did you retake the test pretty lady?

^^^ :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: If you are wanting to talk about Arabs, I suggest you kindly remove yourself from here. This is not the place or time. Go the appropriate section/thread or vent your frustration to whatever thats eating you. We feel sympathy for the little girl, and who is talking about somalis anyway? What the hell is the obsession in linking the somali plight to every suffering that that goes on in the world? What you just said is one of the most insanely silly things I've ever heard. At no point were you even close to anything that could be considered sensible.

Yes. I have heard of this some time ago. Brutally painful picture of the reality many people have to face around the world. The image presaged no celebration: a child barely alive, a vulture so eager for carrion. Yet the photograph that epitomized Sudan's famine would win Kevin Carter fame - and hopes for anchoring a career spent hounding the news, free-lancing in war zones, waiting anxiously for assignments amid dire finances, staying in the line of fire for that one great picture. On May 23, 14 months after capturing that memorable scene, Carter walked up to the dais in the classical rotunda of Columbia University's Low Memorial Library and received the Pulitzer Prize for feature photography. The South African soaked up the attention. "I swear I got the most applause of anybody," Carter wrote back to his parents in Johannesburg. "I can't wait to show you the trophy. It is the most precious thing, and the highest acknowledgment of my work I could receive." Two months after receiving his Pulitzer, Carter would be dead of carbon-monoxide poisoning in Johannesburg, a suicide at 33. His red pickup truck was parked near a small river where he used to play as a child; a green garden hose attached to the vehicle's exhaust funneled the fumes inside. "I'm really, really sorry," he explained in a note left on the passenger seat beneath a knapsack. "The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist." [...] "I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain... of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners... " And then this: "I have gone to join Ken if I am that lucky." I also heard that he commited suicide because he left the little girl to be eaten by the vulture. I do not know if this is true, but might explain his actions somewhat. Source

afford to buy urself a hubby I am in a state of shock. Phanta, waxyahey waalan oo maskaxda yar, take that back. You sound disgustingly desperate. Uff. Afford ku teh. Wah! Ha is ceebeen yaaqeey. You claim to be a feminist, yet when the thought of spinsterhood creeps in you suddenly change your tune? How pathetic and incredbily sad. :rolleyes: Xoogsade You made me laugh ninyahow. Nin aqli leh baa tahey ileen . As for going back for marriage in the women's case: Although I do not see anything worth going back to honeslty unless you women get some kind of twisted pleasure from a lazy chavuanistic so and so, I still stand by my motto "what is good for the gander is damn well good enough for the goose".

^Clever. S- You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. You are very sexy, sensual, and passionate, but you do not let on to this.Only in intimate privacy will this part of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along.