Speaking of names... I've always wondered for those somalis with two names ex. Amina Zahra, Halimo Sacdia, or Ahmed Dahir...what becomes their middle name? Let's say Amina Zahra Mohammed Ali Does Zahra become the middle name or Mohammed (the dad) on legal papers? And I don't think I've ever heard of Somali kids having two names beyond the three I've listed above --- have you? I know two names is pretty popular in western cutlure.

Something about Clay Aiken makes me want to stomp on little kittens. And I like little kittens.

I was bored and playing. Don't get your macawiis in a knot.

A&T why are u defending him? He's been nothing but horrible to you...a complete nauisance...a pain in our collective butts. You can do better than that.

Only guys can fight like little girls in one thread and make up quickly like nothing happened in another. I salute u both.

Ngonge..I can't believe you have the nerve to put up this topic. Every interesting and wildy entertaining person...you always have to come on & piss on him/her with your retarded 'stuff and nonsense' crap. You should be flogged. :@

^lol they switched...look above northener

^Were you reading this post out loud just as you were scribbling it. I think you like the sound of your own voice. loooooooooooooool walahi this is the only time I've ever spat water @ my comp while reading SOL. You owe me a new keyboard. I swear I was reading his posts in my head as he he wrote it..emphathising the bold and capatilized bits...freakin entertaining loooooool

I have some q's --- if you're willing to answer please PM. Thanks.

I'll decide whether it's vulgar or not...PM it to me waryaa...I wasted my time reading 3 pages. P.S. BTW that is an order.

'Doon be like Mike' LMAO He's talking about being true to yourself and preserving the somali way of life and here he is acting like a gansta wannabe. HAHAHAHHA Man, I love it.

Hey Cadaan, Good luck with your struggles...I really don't know how to advice you on that situation but I have to say please, whatever you do, don't move from your kids. I'm talking about experience. You don't want to be parenting your kids from the phone or become a stranger to them. So ignore those telling to move for the sake of a honey. It's not worth it. You can't guarantee a relationship with a spouse but your children are for life. Look for someone who not only accepts your children but would love them as her own and treat them well. Lastley --- expand your options. Your limiting your pool greately right now.

I'm pretty sure asked what SOL members would do in that kind of situation not what SHE should do. First Lady --- I'm not really sure what you mean by not 'attracted' to him. Since you said he has good standard looks--- I'm not really sure you mean not attracted to his physical looks/appearance or his personality/character/goals/etc. In your head...think about specific reasons why you're not attracted to the said person. When making a decision it's good to be really specific about the pro & cons instead of making a blanket statement i.e. 'not attracted'. Lastly --- be kind and don't lead him on or make him wait while you think about it. Be honest ASAP but spare his feelings too. Nobody likes to be rejected. Hope that helps!

I extremely dislike sharing my clothes, shoes & make up with my little sister...I cannot imagine sharing something so intimate/personal with another woman. Good for them if they're ok with it --- although someone's always going to feel jealous & left out. I wouldn't call that a happy marriage.

I liked this guy and it couldn't go anywhere because even though he talked well, my 12 year old sister wrote WAY better than him. It really bothered me. How can I respect someone who was in the west far longer than me and couldn't even string sentences together? The worst part was he graduated from college...which led to me think what the heck are they teaching there? I caught myself not logging in to msn because I kept being distracted by his bad grammer and numerous spelling mistakes.

About six months after my son was born, he and I were sitting on a blanket at the park with a close friend and her daughter. It was a sunny summer weekend, and other parents and their kids picnicked nearby—mothers munching berries and lounging on the grass, fathers tossing balls with their giddy toddlers. My friend and I, who, in fits of self-empowerment, had conceived our babies with donor sperm because we hadn’t met Mr. Right yet, surveyed the idyllic scene. “Ah, this is the dream,” I said, and we nodded in silence for a minute, then burst out laughing. In some ways, I meant it: we’d both dreamed of motherhood, and here we were, picnicking in the park with our children. But it was also decidedly not the dream. The dream, like that of our mothers and their mothers from time immemorial, was to fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after. Of course, we’d be loath to admit it in this day and age, but ask any soul-baring 40-year-old single heterosexual woman what she most longs for in life, and she probably won’t tell you it’s a better career or a smaller waistline or a bigger apartment. Most likely, she’ll say that what she really wants is a husband (and, by extension, a child). To the outside world, of course, we still call ourselves feminists and insist—vehemently, even—that we’re independent and self-sufficient and don’t believe in any of that damsel-in-distress stuff, but in reality, we aren’t fish who can do without a bicycle, we’re women who want a traditional family. And despite growing up in an era when the centuries-old mantra to get married young was finally (and, it seemed, refreshingly) replaced by encouragement to postpone that milestone in pursuit of high ideals (education! career! but also true love!), every woman I know—no matter how successful and ambitious, how financially and emotionally secure—feels panic, occasionally coupled with desperation, if she hits 30 and finds herself unmarried. Oh, I know—I’m guessing there are single 30-year-old women reading this right now who will be writing letters to the editor to say that the women I know aren’t widely representative, that I’ve been co-opted by the cult of the feminist backlash, and basically, that I have no idea what I’m talking about. And all I can say is, if you say you’re not worried, either you’re in denial or you’re lying. In fact, take a good look in the mirror and try to convince yourself that you’re not worried, because you’ll see how silly your face looks when you’re being disingenuous. Whether you acknowledge it or not, there’s good reason to worry. By the time 35th-birthday-brunch celebrations roll around for still-single women, serious, irreversible life issues masquerading as “jokes” creep into public conversation: Well, I don’t feel old, but my eggs sure do! or Maybe this year I’ll marry Todd. I’m not getting any younger! The birthday girl smiles a bit too widely as she delivers these lines, and everyone laughs a little too hard for a little too long, not because we find these sentiments funny, but because we’re awkwardly acknowledging how unfunny they are. At their core, they pose one of the most complicated, painful, and pervasive dilemmas many single women are forced to grapple with nowadays: Is it better to be alone, or to settle? My advice is this: Settle! That’s right. Don’t worry about passion or intense connection. Don’t nix a guy based on his annoying habit of yelling “Bravo!” in movie theaters. Overlook his halitosis or abysmal sense of aesthetics. Because if you want to have the infrastructure in place to have a family, settling is the way to go. Based on my observations, in fact, settling will probably make you happier in the long run, since many of those who marry with great expectations become more disillusioned with each passing year. (It’s hard to maintain that level of zing when the conversation morphs into discussions about who’s changing the diapers or balancing the checkbook.) read rest of article here -------------------- So, quite a few interesting points are raised here by the author. I agree with not having too high expectations and not letting the idea of waiting for 'true love/soulmate/the one' make you miss out on some great guys/gals but I don't know what she means by settling. I guess it depends on which areas an individual 'settles'. What do you think? Ladies woud you 'settle' if you reached your late thirties and in what areas?

^Good even for the feet. I've had cracks in my feet for a long time (worst in winter). Using vaseline or scrubbing with the rock-thingamagig didnt work for me. But after 2 weeks I have noticed it slowly getting smaller and some disappearing. Woohoo. What's yours called?

I have annoying dry skin problem --- I would have to apply lotions after every wuddu or it gets really uncomfortable. I discovered the best ever lotion for dry skin ---(and trust me I've been through A LOT). It's called Calypso Cocoa Butter (I've tried other cocoa butter creams/lotions and it's not the same)--- I tried to find it online but not available. Only availble in Canada but it's AMAAAAAAAAAAAAZING. Non greasy --- absorps easily but still can feel the moistness...and best of all...don't have to reapply it a lot. Only twice daily --- it doesnt come off that much during wuduu. PERFECTO. If you have dry skin --- run and get it. You'll thank me

I swear I didnt even blink or feel ANYTHING. It was just another story. What does that say about me?

I can bet anyone here my life savings ($75) that the research study was conducted by just one man. An ugly man to boot. *another case solved*

^looool good one

Yesterday: I was walking towards a store when I heard someone calling after me: Old Woman Halloween is not till October! *refering to hijab* Me: *turning around and shocked that a 60+ woman is not fitting my sweet old lady image* Why don't you tell that to your face? Old woman: Fcuk you black girl! Ha Ha Ha. Definitely weird --- I left cause what kind of loser fights an old woman? But I did want to kick her in the dentures.

Trend: Pretty Babies Facials, bikini waxes, mani/pedis and blowouts have long been de rigueur Rittenhouse and Main Line beauty regimens — but nowadays, the “women” getting these luxe spa treatments have yet to reach puberty. By Carrie Denny Melanie Engle was trying to just pluck the stray hairs here and there. She was trying to deliver an age-appropriate eyebrow wax to her client. It was hard, though, because there was a foot tapping next to her, and a voice shouting in her ear: “No! Not like that — like a supermodel’s. I want them arched.” After years in the beauty biz, Engle had seen her share of crazy ladies demanding perfect, Glamour-cover-worthy brows. But this Crazy Lady wasn’t talking about her own brows. The brows in question belonged to Crazy Lady’s daughter. Who was eight. After sweating through the kid’s eyebrow wax, Engle, today an aesthetician at the Adolf Biecker Salon/Spa outposts in the Rittenhouse Hotel and Strafford — and, it should be noted, one of the most sought-after eyebrow specialists in the region — was directed to give her pint-size client a … bikini wax. Engle was, predictably, extremely uncomfortable with the idea. But she sent the girl next door to the spa to have it done anyway. “It was clear that this girl was getting a bikini wax no matter what,” she says. “Better for her that we did it, instead of her mother dragging her off somewhere else to get it done.” Engle is sharing this tale with me one afternoon over my own eyebrow session, after I’ve remarked on another young girl — no more than 10 or 11 years old — ­sitting nearby, thumbing through a magazine and obviously waiting for some sort of spa service. As Engle talks, my head floods with images of breaking this poor young munchkin out of the clutches of her surely nipped-and-tucked mother, to let her grow old and hairy under my prudish wing. “But … there’s nothing there, right?” I ask Engle. “I mean, at eight? Am I forgetting something?” “Nope,” she says. “There’s not. Doesn’t matter. That’s when the mothers are starting them these days.” Over the past few years, we’ve seen a tidal wave of this rising luxury-class culture — you’ve seen it in these pages, manifested in reports of $80,000 “push presents,” lavish condo buildings sprouting up like beanstalks, and weekends spent stockpiling couture with on-call personal ­shoppers. But just when we thought this consumerist takeover couldn’t get any worse, here comes the trend’s newest tributary: The kids of the pampered are being taken along for the ride, without a backward glance at the childhood left behind. “I’ve actually been joking that I’m going to write a book called Where Has All the Pubic Hair Gone?” Janice Hillman, a doctor in the Penn Health System at Radnor who specializes in adolescent medicine, tells me. “It’s such a rarity to find it these days in 10- and 12-year-old girls, and older girls. I need to check for it at that age — it’s an indicator of puberty and development, how much there is, where it’s growing. And now, I need to ask girls, if it’s not there, ‘Do you wax? Do you shave?’ Because so many of them do.” read rest of article

Have any of you tried Carol's Daugther hair products? I read a lot of good reviews.

OooooooooooOoooooH...Ngongne talking about nonsence...how deliciously ironic