I am told that I apparently talk extremely loudly! I cannot help it I am not even aware of it . **lays down on the couch** **gets comfortable** I guess it goes back to my childhood (dont all problems do?). I think that when I was younger no one paid any attention to me so I raised my voice higher, and higher, and higher to be heard! Its a vicious cycle I tell ya. Anyways, thats a SOMALI triat, aint it?

Cool! These are the ones that I am familiar with...heard quite often. Waa dhalaankii dhalmada hooyadood baray. "These youth taught their mother to give birth." Talo walaal diide taagoogta ayuu kajabaa. One refusing a sibling's advice breaks his arm." Mukulaal mininkeeda joogta miciyo libaax bay leedahay "A cat in her house has the teeth of a lion." Rag tag lama dhago ee wuxuu ku tago ayaa la tusiya "One doesn't tell a man 'go away' but one shows him something so he will go."

3-how come rodeos never have a cow riding events for women? Because we live in a sexist, patriarchal society that thinks women cannot handle a dumb bull jumping around. :rolleyes: P.S. The bull is rumoured to be sexist too. I heard it from a reliable source. 6-is it better to be looked over than to be over looked? Depends on who is looking. 10-why is it that most women waste part of their lives attempting to display qualities which they don't even posses? :mad: Does the man who knows nothing and knows he knows nothing know more than the man who knows nothing and doesn’t know he knows nothing? Is this a trick question? I assumed that all men knew nothing but thought that they knew everything? :confused:

I absolutely adore the vancouver public transportaion system. It rocks!!! Of course I screamed about increasing fares and the lack of more buses for the main roads....but compared to you guys...I think I'll be grateful from now on.

Xaliimo had to tell her girl about this guy who blew her away and left her yearning for me Talk about being desperate! Thats what happens when you lower your standards ...an average Farax makes you swoon. :rolleyes:

Interesting.

Ibn Mas'ud reported that the Messenger of Allah, salla'llahu 'alayhi wa sallim, said, 'Whoso has got pride in his heart to the weight of an atom shall not enter Paradise.' Then a man asked the Prophet, salla'llahu 'alayhi wa sallim, about dressing well. He said that he liked to be well-dressed and his dress should be fine and his shoes shall be fine, and he said, 'Allah is beautiful and likes beauty. Pride is denying truth and despising people.' The other aspect of pride with people is to believe oneself to be better than others whereas the only basis upon which some are more honoured than others is in piety or righteousness.

The question am intending to ask here is, Should this woman be allowed to "choose" whether whats in her fetus lives or dies? Should she be given the choice? Excuse me? :eek: Our opinions, thoughts, and feelings on this subject does not matter at all. If Allah has stated that abortion is HARAM then there should be no discussion on whether its a woman's right or not.

Originally posted by Nur: Femme Fatale sis A question: Given the following assumptions: 1. There are More single women than men in Somali Community( Forget widows for now) 2. Your Somali husband is very fair and considerate, he has always been honest, and never done you any harm. 3. One day he came home and said " Honey, I want you to know that I love you, and that I am also taking another wifey, in Somalia, she is 18 year old girl, one of eight sisters, and a qaraabo of mine, she is of great character and faith, I need your blessing " Femme sis, what would be your response? Nur Serioulsy, I dont know what I'd do. But I wouldnt put myself in that situation in the first place. I wouldnt deny a man his right to have more than one wife...thats why I'd choose one who would be content with one. Ngonge: I didnt like your little tale at all. The outcome of the story is irrelevant. THe point is that the milkmaid is a smart girl who thinks ahead. She should be praised for that.

Quite a lovely and interesting story BOB. I am sad to see xaalimo falling under the fake and sinister charm of Farax---that guy is definelty smooth though. I cant believe she's laughing like a donkey over his lame puns and cringe worthy lines. :rolleyes:

I dont think that a lot of women who object to polygamy do so becuase of jealousy but because most somali men who go and have a second wife do it without their wife's knowledge and behind her back. Their cowardice and lies are disgusting. How many times have I heard of men going back to somalia because of a "vacation" or to build a home for his family.....and then two months later marrying another woman there? Thats disrespectful and I would understand why a woman would divorce his sorry **** in a second. Also, men who should not have mutliple wives do---they abuse the right that Allah has given them...therefore a women is of course going to first think about herself and the welfare of her family if her husband brings in another woman and potential children to support. And thats why she may be relunctant with the idea of being anything other than #1. I dont blame them for being selfish---afterall its not mandatory and there are no reprecussions for refusing to accept it personally. I understand polgamy and its importance---but honeslty lets think about it. The reason was to support widows and divorcees with children who would have a hard time supporting themselves---all the women that the Prophet (scw) married where not virgins and most had children except Aishah. But the somali man <-----does he do it? NO!! A forty year old will run to somali a to marry a 15 year old. Now is it because he wants to help or for Allah's sake? Absolutely not....its all for sexual reasons. Assalamu Alaikum

Allah ha u naxariisto. Ameen

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF STUDY HARD REMAIN CALM--EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS HOPELESS TAKE THE OCCASIONAL RISK EXCERSICE TO KEEP FIT THINGS WILL GET BETTER FOR THOSE WHO ARE PATIENT SHARE A JOKE WITH FRIENDS

^^I agree. MODERN: 1 a : of, relating to, or characteristic of the present or the immediate past 1 b : of, relating to, or characteristic of a period extending from a relevant remote past to the present time 2 : involving recent techniques, methods, or ideas MODERATE: 1 a : avoiding extremes of behavior or expression : observing reasonable limits

^^ . I didnt know he came on TV! Damn...does he still come on SNL? I saw it online and fell in love with the guy. Hes damn funny...I wonder if they have clips online? :confused: P.S. 7 brothers? :eek: :eek: I have 3 and think its too much! Anyways: Here are more to enjoy 8. When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever press charges. 9. We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me. 10. I think someone should have had the decency to tell me the luncheon was free. To make someone run out with potato salad in his hand, pretending he's throwing up, is not what I call hospitality. 11. To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad. 12. Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done. 13. I'd like to see a nude opera, because when they hit those high notes, I bet you can really see it in those genitals. 14. Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someones neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing. 15. If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

^^^Checked out your blog---the pace magazine is interesting...and the culture clash photo looks really cool + funny Can you tell me something about it? Ex. is it still being distributied & is there an online version? ----- People who are curious and want to check it out (take a tour) or sign up (to create your own free account) can go here: www.blogger.com/start

^ LOL@Vicking...I was nodding my head in agreement at the first line...lol...then you slapped me over the head with the next! Great sarcasm.

Originally posted by Bee: quote:Originally posted by Mutakallim: Jane Austin- Pride and Prejudice-- Woe to he has deprived his mind of a literary feast. You have no idea how many times I have read each and every one of Jane Austin's magnificent books. Incidently P&P has remained my favourite since my English tutor recommended it to me at the age of 11. Gosh, how I loved Mrs Njoroge! * Becoming submerged in nostalgic memories * You read it at age 11? :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: You made me feel stubid BARWAAQO :mad: (considering that Im in my late thirties!) I finally got the book last week and tried to see what everyone was raving about. However, try as I might, I couldnt read past the first 3 chapters. I really found it hard to read..both the style and language was very dificult to understand. Id get confused or my mind would wander...couldnt concentrate. It reminded me of Shakespeare...maybe I'm not cut out for classics just yet...or...maybe it was an old edition...I dont know....anyway...I returned it promptly Woe to he has deprived his mind of a literary feast. I had a nibble and It wasnt to my taste. Next dish please.... Speaking of Jane...Im presently reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. <----Now this one I can understand and actually enjoy.

^Assalamu Alaikum and welcome .

Islam is wonderful, but I can't stand the Muslims "Why should I try to convert my non-Muslim friends when I often prefer them to the Muslims that I know? How will being Muslim change their lives for the better if they already display more of the Islamic virtues than most of the Muslims they are likely to meet?" By British convert to Islam, Michael A. Malik. There was a white face in the mosque. You don't see very many, so I went over and asked if he was a Muslim, “I used to be, but not any more.†he said, “I thought Islam was wonderful, but I couldn't stand the Muslimsâ€. What could I say except “I know how you feelâ€;. Most converts do. Of course one meets some special individuals in encounters with the ummah, but how is it possible that in the Muslim world they seem so few and far between? Does my being a cultural alien mean that I am inherently less capable of understanding Islam, or is it just that I don't understand my fellow Muslims? Why is it that a trip to the mosque so often leaves me closer to despair than hope? Why do I so rarely feel enlightened and uplifted after conversation with my fellow Muslims, yet so often offended by their behaviour, frustrated by their mindless approach to truth, and enraged by the inadequacy of the Islam they expect me to accept? How often I have felt like giving it all up. Fortunately I was a Muslim for four years before going to the Muslim world and meeting those who feel that Islam belongs to them by birthright, so I early on formed a relationship with God which served to armour me against the ummah. The first time I went into a mosque in a Muslim country, the first thing to happen was that someone tried to throw me out. Now they weren’t to know that I was a Muslim but they didn't even ask. When I told them, in fact, the first thing they did ask was “Sunni or Shi’a?â€, so if I'd picked the wrong one they would probably have thrown me out anyway. I thoroughly confused them when I said I didn't care, however, and eventually they let me stop and pray. First impressions last a long time, they say, but many years after having learned by experience the best way to get in, pray, and get out without harassment, it still seems that in a strange mosque a strange face is more likely to be greeted with hostility than welcome. The man in the editor's office was obviously a Muslim, so the brusque arrogance of his manner should not have come as a surprise. It did little, however, to incline me towards composing a careful answer, too much effort was required to remain courteous, and it seemed more like a challenge than a question. “And how many of your people have you converted?†he said, but I suspect the answer was more complex than he really wanted to hear. “Converted to what?†is the first response. Islam presumably, yet here we have a huge assumption that we both agree on what that is. Why should I try to convert my non-Muslim friends when I often prefer them to the Muslims that I know? How will being Muslim change their lives for the better if they already display more of the Islamic virtues than most of the Muslims they are likely to meet? I share what I have found when they show Interest, but like me they often look at the Muslim world and wonder what we have in common. They find it hard to see living examples of the principles of which I speak. I came to Islam through a search for Truth, but I found that in practice most Muslims give the truth a very low priority, and I can still be shocked by their facility for saying whatever they think suits the conversation best. Along with truth goes trustworthiness, surely an Islamic virtue, yet travelling through the Muslim world I met Muslims eager to sit down and discuss breaking an agreement not two minutes after sealing it with a pious recitation of Al Fatiha [first chapter of the Quran]. And closer to home how distasteful it is to belong to a community so notorious with regard to paying bills. How about Mercy and Compassion - those words now repeatedly on my Muslim lips. In three years of travelling through the Muslim world, hardly a day passed without some stranger feeling he ought to instruct me in the principles of Islam. In all that time, in all these casual encounters, not only was mercy never given pride of place, but I actually don't recall it ever having been given a place at all. It is not necessary for my friends to look to the Muslim heartlands, when at home the Muslim example can be confused with “My Beautiful Launderetteâ€. But they see the Muslim heartlands every evening an TV, with their dictators and demagogues thick on the ground, oppressive and unjust societies, poverty and ignorance. There is no point in telling friends that Islam is a complete way of life. That it is a way to achieve joy and fulfillment in this life, hope and trust when approaching the next, and the perfect basis for a tolerant and peaceful society for all humanity. What can I answer when someone says “Show me!†- “Point to a Muslim country you can use as an example.†My Islam sees in the prophet endless examples of forgiveness and tolerance, yet my friends see the mindless enforcement of rigid laws and eccentric punishments. I sometimes explain, but could just as well tell tales of Shari'a court corruption and injustice. My Islam insists on individual freedom, there is no compulsion, no priests are needed, and except for piety all men are equal. I kneel before no man, though I will kneel in prayer beside any, and my wealth and privilege is permitted, though charity is to be preferred, and the prophet chose to die a pauper. My friends can understand and be drawn to such principles, but unless they can see this utopia in a more tangible form than my theories they are surely destined to remain cynical about their possible fulfillment. As long as I can't show them examples of Muslims living in a way they consider preferable to their own, I won't worry too much about their conversion. They see my Islam as a pipe dream, and who knows, perhaps they are right. The task is of course even harder when the friends concerned are women, as the clichéd platitudes of Islamic freedom and equality mean nothing when such highly visible inequities and oppression are impossible to hide. Since I came back to this country there has been much talk in the Muslim community about an “identity crisisâ€. But the business successes of their family networks show that Muslims have no problem in identifying themselves with other Muslims, they just have trouble in identifying themselves with anything recognisable as Islam. In fact it seems that most Muslims would rather have as little to do with Islam as possible from the moment they are old enough to avoid it. “Brother, let me tell you the most important thing in Islamâ€, said the stranger who had cornered me in a Lahore coffee bar. Far from agog, I waited to hear what it might be, though experience had taught me that it was unlikely to include any of the five pillars, truth or tolerance, or the like. “The most important thing in Islam†he said “is that your wife covers her headâ€, a view of Islam which I had heard often from many Muslim men. In other words the most important thing in the practice of Islam is to get your wife to do it, or your children, or your grandfather, or anybody but yourself! Back in Britain I listened to the Muslim wails. “We are losing our children! By the time they leave school they are strangers, lost to us and to Islam! What can we do?†My usual response was often faced with dismay – “I can say what I think you should do, but it's unlikely that you will do it, because it involves changing yourselves. It involves changing the way you understand your Islamâ€. This is not suggesting wholesale innovation, as it might seem to imply, but quite the reverse. “It is necessary to revive that Muslim community which is buried under the debris of the manmade traditions of several generations, and which is crushed under the weight of those false laws and customs which are not remotely related to Islamic teachings, and which, in spite of all this, calls itself the ‘world of Islam’†(Qutb - Milestones). It's time to get back to the real thing - and I don't mean coca cola. As I waited to begin my talk to the gathering of young Muslims I engaged in conversation with the group. A nice, quiet, attentive, well-mannered lot I thought. Then time to begin, but the mike wasn't working, and they waited “Testing! Testing! 123...†for while. Rather than just read numbers, it seemed more appropriate to read some Qur’an - after all, I was going to be talking about prayer. To my amazement, the first words of Fatihah seemed to fall in the room like a grenade, turning the group into a rabble. Punches flew, people rolled on the floor, conversations were attempted back and forth across the room, and Fatihah was generally taken as Time Out. If these were the ones at a Muslim conference, what on earth would the Muslim youth who weren't there have been like? Now it's not that I'm a one for excessive displays of reverence, I see my religion more in a practical kind of way, but this was , which the Prophet called the best of the chapters of the Qur'an, and which Al-Ghazali called the key to Paradise. These words are not recited in every rakat of prayer without good reason. The outward displays of reverence, such as venerating a Qur'an, placing it high up and wrapped away, cannot do justice to the awe and wonder this surah deserves. But if a Muslim does not have a reason for this reverence which satisfies his understanding, the outward displays become hollow and easy to discard. At the exhibition, the school kids of all ages were milling around looking at the World of Islam. As they tried to find the answers for their question sheets it was clear that Muslim kids knew little more than all the rest. No wonder our young people are losing their Islam. They have received so little to start off with. From out of the crowd around the Qur'an, one boy said to the teacher “I can read that!â€, and proceeded to do so - more fluently than I could have done myself. The teacher was obviously highly impressed, but then asked the obvious question, “What does it mean?â€, and the boys satisfaction turned to wry embarrassment. “I don't knowâ€, he shrugged, and that was the end of that. Now our young people are not ****** . Muslims have a better academic record than most groupings, as a glance at the honours board of your local school will show. The teacher's response was a common sense question, one that anyone might have expected in the situation. The embarrassment came from the common sense questions that remained unspoken, “Then why did you learn it?â€, “What use is it to you?â€, “Is this a skill without a purpose?†The teacher implicitly understood that these are questions you do not ask, and neither it seems do Muslims. It is as though Muslims are afraid that Islam can't stand up to common sense questions, yet Fatihah alone can satisfy whatever intellectual demands are put upon it and still remain inexhaustible. Are we passing on the key to the door of paradise, and forgetting to explain how you use it to open the lock. If young Muslims are not shown the full richness of Islamic knowledge, we must not be surprised if they show more interest in fields where there seems further to explore. It will take some time before mosques are again centres of learning in all its aspects, places of research, experimentation and debate concerning our understanding of God and Creation. But when western educated young Muslim adults begin to search for their spiritual roots, God willing, they will uncover the means of reinvigorating the ummah, and leading them in the example of the Companions. If our Islam is not like theirs, filled with a sense of awe, wonder and excitement, can we really be doing justice to the service of Allah. In such a situation, we will find new Muslims drawn towards the mosque. At the moment, amidst the ummah they are more likely to find Islam expressed as a cultural adjunct, where even the five pillars are avoided. But if the pillars are treated as unnecessary then what is needed to be Muslim, and if they are necessary how many Muslims are there in the ummah? This goes to the heart of the conversation question, as we need to know what is essential for a person to be considered Muslim. Do Muslims in fact expect more from a convert than they do from those born in their cultures? How little does a westerner have to do before Muslims accept him as Muslim, and how far can he stray from their cultural norm before they consider him a disturbing intrusion and would rather that he stayed away? Is the reason there are not more converts because they would disturb the status quo? But our effect on our surrounding society is a mirror to our behaviour and how well we represent Islam. We must live in a way that seems preferable and then at least partially satisfy the expectations of the inquisitive. Once upon a time, Islam spread like wildfire. In a few short years the Message spread to Morocco and to China. Millions welcomed the good news, and quickly shaped their lives around it. Now Islam may be fast growing in the third world regions, but here in the West Muslims face a peculiar reaction to their invitations to join them in their faith, as almost nobody wants anything to do with it. If the message we are passing on no longer seems to have the same effect, is it not time to consider if we just have a communications problem, or whether we ourselves are abusing the message? Fortunately we still have the original - all we have to do is understand it!

**presently hurling* The term "pet name" says it all, in my opinion. Whats wrong with being addressed by your given name? P.S. I think you should be careful of whomever calls you pumkin pie, muffin, sugar, honey..etc. Anything that can be digested....cause that person probably is a cannibal in disguise. Ex. Sweetheart... :eek:

Absolutely not.

Why post this Article? Maybe you should read the article again while keeping the title of the thread in mind and the original poster's comments. I dont agree too Who said I did? I havent even made a comment regarding the article I posted. P.S. Sway what public opinion....and where?

I have to be honest with you, i'm not into this political correctness bullshi-t going around here. Its not about being politically-correct. Rather, its about being respectful and having class. The real bull-sh!t going around here is the level of disrespect some boys (I refuse to call them men) are showing towards their muslim sisters. :rolleyes: Single mother according to my defination is any women previously married with a package from previous marriage and now divorced. Correction: Single mother's can either be divorced or widowed. My defination of used stuff is any thing that is no longer in her/his original form either tampered with or previously used,either way no longer as the same value as the original make or design I agree with you there. On your definition of used stuff. But were talking about humans here arent we? Being married is sacred and special...its not something that one should regard as being tampered with.

I think I have a weird sense of humour. Although I laugh-out-loud at these "deep thoughts" none of my friends or family find it funny.....they think Ive gone crazy. But I find Jack Handy halarious. Anyone else think he' funny? Check some of his ponderings: 1. At first I thought, if I were Superman, a perfect secret identity would be "Clark Kent, Dentist," because you could save money on tooth X-rays. But then I thought, if a patient said, "How's my back tooth?" and you just looked at it with your X-ray vision and said, "Oh it's okay," then the patient would probably say, "Aren't you going to take an X-ray, ****** ?" and you'd say, "Aw **** you, get outta here," and then he probably wouldn't even pay his bill. 2. It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man. 3. One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late 4. I bet when the neanderthal kids would make a snowman, someone would always end up saying, "Don't forget the thick, heavy brows." Then they would all get embarrassed because they remembered they had the big hunky brows too, and they'd get mad and eat the snowman. 5. The people in the village were real poor, so none of the children had any toys. But this one little boy had gotten an old enema bag and filled it with rocks, and he would go around and whap the other children across the face with it. Man, I think my heart almost broke. Later the boy came up and offered to give me the toy. This was too much! I reached out my hand, but then he ran away. I chased him down and took the enema bag. He cried a little, but that's the way of these people. 6. I bet the main reason the police keep people away from a plane crash is they don't want anybody walking in and lying down in the crash stuff, then, when somebody comes up, act like they just woke up and go, "What was THAT?!" 7. If you were a poor Indian with no weapons, and a bunch of conquistadors came up to you and asked where the gold was, I don't think it would be a good idea to say, "I swallowed it. So sue me."