He floats in the warm yellow amniotic fluid surrounding his personal space, his home, his womb. He stares hypnotized at the “ruddy glow†of his womb. He feels warm, calm and secure. He slowly curls and uncurls his fingers. He opens his eyes and looks up, down, and sideways in amazement. His grip is getting stronger day by day. He can hear his mother's heartbeat and the murmurs of the people around him. He feels comfortable with the reassuring sound of their voices which lull him to sleep. He is able to distinguish his mother’s voice from the rest. He wobbles from side to side and turns up side down regularly. He finds it amusing€¦a little game he plays. At this point he is responsive to pain, touch, cold, heat, smell and taste. He places his thumb in his mouth and suckles€¦contented. He feels full…he eats with his mother each time she does. He drinks what he needs through the umbilical cord linking him to his mother both physically and symbolically. A symbol of life, survival and love. He feels a deep connection with her. He is filled with awe. Two as one. One eating for two. He shares blood, food, and body with this person who helped create him. The person whose job is to love, support, nurture and protect him. He has an undeniably faith in this person. They share a bond before they even met. A bond that has been in existence for centuries. He hears his mother crying€¦she hiccups a couple of times..and he feels her heartbeat increase..get faster and faster. He worries€¦he wants to let her know he’s here but doesn't€™t know how. He slowly moves his leg and kicks her stomach…again and again and again. He senses her pain…sorrow..every emotion she feels. This scares him. It feels alien and terrifying. Hes restless..not calm anymore…he desperately wants to float carefree…no worries..just enjoy the personal and profoundly intimate time he has with his mother. He makes a fist and beats it against her womb. He wants to get her attention. He hears harsh sounds…unrecognizable voices. Some are calm, others heated, and one in particular is choked with emotion. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t feel safe anymore…in fact hes scared. As he anxiously waits he notices a shiny thing pushing through the door of the womb and slowly reaching towards him. At first he’s excited..he thinks its time to leave and finally meet the person he loved from afar. But its arrival is far from loving…it clearly doesn’t come to warmly envelope him in its loving arms. In fact it has no arms. It’s cold…oh so very cold. He shivers…from plain terror. He watches nervously at its sluggish movement towards him. He guesses it to be a three and a half inches…a light bulb goes off in his head…he remembers that foreign object. He heard it 2 months ago….his mother was talking to someone mentioning a needle. HE didn’t know what the meeting was about but he remembered that he didn’t like it. He wonders what the needle is for. It now has reached him…if he tried he could extend his hand a couple of inches and touch it..feel it.…hold it….and maybe push it away. He thinks about what would happen if the needle injected him. As he hesitates…fear and indecision momentarily paralyzing him …the needle releases some fluid and retreats. It doesn’t touch him. He sighs with relief. It doesn’t touch him. Maybe he’s safe after all. But it’s cruelly short lived. He notices the chemical fluid surrounding him. Suffocating him. He realizes in horror what it means…with panic he kicks harder, faster…over and over again…he opens his mouth to scream but the fluids fill his mouth and silence him…he feels like he’s being buried alive. He mentally pleads with his mother, the doctor, everyone, anyone…I want to live he shouts silently.Its not fair…I didn’t even have a chance to live..Please…Please..Please…No one hears him. No one seems to care. The calm red of the womb changes to dark, gloomy, sinister black. He feels as if he is being slowly crushed to death..the uterus contines to contract…expand…contract …expand..heedless of his agonizing pain..his heartbreaking screams..his heart wrenching pleads. As his eyes start to close..he desperately tries to keep them open. It’s useless. The forces are against him. And how can he really fight? As he shuts his eyes for the last time…he thinks to himself sadly with a trace of anger…. If you didn’t want me why did you create me? Why did you kill me? Don’t I matter? Isn’t life sacred? What possible reason justifies my murder? I love you..why wont you love me too?

Regarding the old topic! Im assuming you want people to comment on that because what the hell do hijabs and that topic have in common? Inandout why dont you make like ur nic and get out of here? How dare you come in here and complain about a woman RIGHTFULLY REFUSING to get in a car with A STRANGER? She not ur family, friend or even aquaintance. YOu expect her to shower you with kisses and thanks? Move on dear brother. Is kind of you to offer...but you should realize that most women would rather walk in the rain, hail, snow then risk their lives/reputation getting a ride with a couple of strange dudes. The world is a different place these days...and being a muslim or somali doesnt garuntee anything. Note: what is up with the flip-flopping? What is up with ragii acting like a couple of dhoocilyaal hilib laga dhafey? Must you whine, complain, whimper, moan on the subject of somali woman? You have covered all the areas could could possibly complain about and now its the hijabs right? Whats next? Salaam Peace :rolleyes:

Barababaaaaaaaaaaaaa IM loving it!

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I hate those commericals..almost all portray boys, fathers, men, and husbands in a negative manner. Its not funny. At all. Theyre are seen as either violent, or ****** , or ignorant, or liars..etc. What are little boys growing up with that in their face 24/7 supposed to think? act? behave?

Good ridance indeed!!!!

You say all that and wait for a postitive reply? What an optimist!!

Assalamu Alaikum. Welcome first of all You might want to check these threads out: Diana Whitening Cream: Self obsession or genuine care for oneself? Light skinned and beautiful or just light skinned? Laakin isnt it the case that everyone wants what they dont have/cant have? I bet the light sister would want to be taller/shorter/darker/skinner/fatter...etc. Human Nature.

^^^Good point bro. Case 2: Responsibility after Divorce Adam donated a pint of blood that his wife Sarah needed during operation. Adam and Sarah were subsequently divorced. Several years after the divorce Adam was in an accident and needed a pint of blood. His new wife, Jazmin, was of a different blood type, and thus could not contribute blood to Adam. Sarah still lived in the same area as Adam, and there were no health-related reasons that would have prevented her from donating blood. Was Sarah morally obligated to donate a pint of blood to Adam; “Yes,†“No,†or “It depends� Whatever your response explain the reasoning behind it.

If you dont have anything good to say then please be quite. :rolleyes: How hard is it to ignore the threads you dont like? Rest of SOL NOMADS: IF your not going to contribute to this in a positive manner...then please leave quitely.

I will be posting some ethical case studies and would like to get your opinions. Now some of these cases have already happened and others are hypothetical questions. Case:1 The Quite Samaritan Social Ethics Walking down the street Jones sees a flowerpot fall out of a window, threatening another pedestrian. Jones could save him simply by shouting a warning but he keeps silent. Under prevailing law in the United States, in cases of this kind, Jones is not liable for failing to warn the pedestrian. Should the law be changed so as to impose liability upon a bystander such as Jones in the preceding situation? If so, why? If not, why not?

^Yes I have it for countless people...real and imagined Is beauty really skin deep?

^^^NO Way!!!Hes so damn ugly in real life Aqas caleyk *spits* Ugly, Ugly, Ugly The wonders make-up creates.....turns an ulgy man into one very gorgeous pirate

femme fat OH my god...tell me you didnt say that...FAT WOMAN? Femme means Woman in French Fatale means Dangereous....therefore Dangerous Woman But you called me FEMME FAT...Fat Woman :mad: :mad: :mad: Im so hurt...so very hurt #2. The underage thing...your REFERING TO ME. Dont blow it out of proportion odeyahow bidaarta weyn #4. I hate all men!!!!!!!!!! *screaming* Kidding

^^^I love your signature. Count me in the RESISTANCE MOVEMENT.

^^NO. It makes you uh...how shall I say it..Nino-naag.

^^^Sarcasm at its best

^^^Oh I forgot the pirates!!! JOhnny Depp was HOT in the PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN. *starts daydreaming*

^^Oh luv..I didnt see honest!!! Garab Tujiye...how dare you? :mad: Totti: Whats that supposed to mean? As I learned in elementary school..chicks dont fly. DONT CONFUSE ME NOW AIGHT!!!

LOL totti..weird yes indeed...maybe you have one of those paralyzing diseases..lips paralized into a smile. Shocking for me too...dont know what came over me.I usually go on and on and on..wear the person down...make them give up out of sheer frustration.

^^LOLz same here. No there isnt. There use to be...but he left when he found out that he had to actually cook and clean after himself. AND HE DIDNT KNOW JACK SHYT. NOR JANE FOR THAT MATTER. 2.) Why dont men ask for directions?

^^I resent you putting me in that list!!I would think such one as myself would have her own category!!! :mad: I dont like sharing. Anything

While Qabiil still lives and thrives, Allah(sw)’s Diin has never been more studied or lived by the daily lives of Somalis every where. Qabiil mentality and deen dont mix together. At all. We still need to improve alot..but Im loving the direction were in. Alhamdulliah.

Funniest has to be IL Capo (SOL Party) tying with OG Moti (His "reasearch" and countless "statistics"..halarius walahi) OH yeah. Ngonge used to be funny.......Rudeboy and Boredom thread OH how I miss Rudeboy...the ultimate bad boy

Too much white chocolate is not good!!OUCH