P_S I neither speak nor read somali.Whenever fellow nomads switch to somali feel left out. There is a link in student talk on teaching somali hope others will contribute to help us out. If you ask me its either englizi or swahili or my newfound turkish

neat stuff - raw truth mashallah.

By Syeda, India.(17years old) All praises are for you Allah, how I hope you are there, For the sinful though I am, your displeasure I cannot bear. Never, till this moment, did I realise how much I have strayed, Never was I more conscious of times I should have prayed. For sins are like heavy baggage one carries through life airport, Why didnt I realize sooner that the earth is but a place of sport? Ya Allah! forgive me. Save me from the fire of hell, Forgive me as you did my early parents though they fell. Ya Allah!protect me from myself for my soul is weak, Let me not falter ever for Jannah is the abode I seek. Ya Allah!Please help me for I dont understand and thus ,I fear, what happened to moments I never doubted that you were near? My actions once were guided by my faith, which was strong, Ya Allah! please guide me.What happened, what went wrong? Each footstep that I take, I took with you ever near my side, The Quran was my faithful companion, Rasool my beloved guide. How I yearn for those days Allah, for I know that the day is near, When we'll receive our rewards, and Truth will stand sparkling clear. Life is like a spider's web Allah, we get caught in its tricky snare, So thoroughly are we disillusioned, time for salat we can not spare. I sit here and I wonder, Ya Allah!why did I fall so low? What happened to my faith Allah? Where did my Iman go? In this earthly life of ours, so often does sin seem right, Falsehood seems the truth, as if days are confused with night. Man is an imperfect creature and man shall always do wrong, The road to Jannah is rocky and the journey seems awfully long. Ya Allah! Our Creator, we are all just pieces of clay, Please help us with steps in life, and let us not lose way. All praises are for you Allah, I know that you are near, I know that you read my heart, and my words you hear.

A man was sitting on a London train eating a bag of fresh shrimp, ripping off the heads and shells and then throwing them out of the window. After he had gobbled a few of them down a woman opposite him said, "Would you mind not doing that? It's disgusting to watch." "Listen, love," He replied, "It's got nothing to do with you, I've paid my fare for this journey and I'll do what I damn well want on this train." He carried on ripping off the shells, throwing them out of the window and eating the shrimp. Finally he finished the bag and settled back for a little sleep. The woman then started some knitting and all the man could hear while he was trying to sleep was the incessant clicking of her knitting needles. After a while, he sits back up and says to the woman, "Could you stop that noise, can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" "It's got nothing to do with you," replies the woman, "I've paid my fare and I'll do what I want on this train." At that, the man grabbed the woman's knitting and threw it out of the window. The woman immediately stood up and pulled the train alarm cord. The man burst out laughing and said, "Ha ha, you'll get fined £200 for that!" To which the old woman replied, "And you'll get six years after the police smell your fingers."

YA ALLAH! By Syeda, India.(17years old) All praises are for you Allah, how I hope you are there, For the sinful though I am, your displeasure I cannot bear. Never, till this moment, did I realise how much I have strayed, Never was I more conscious of times I should have prayed. For sins are like heavy baggage one carries through life airport, Why didnt I realize sooner that the earth is but a place of sport? Ya Allah! forgive me. Save me from the fire of hell, Forgive me as you did my early parents though they fell. Ya Allah!protect me from myself for my soul is weak, Let me not falter ever for Jannah is the abode I seek. Ya Allah!Please help me for I dont understand and thus ,I fear, what happened to moments I never doubted that you were near? My actions once were guided by my faith, which was strong, Ya Allah! please guide me.What happened, what went wrong? Each footstep that I take, I took with you ever near my side, The Quran was my faithful companion, Rasool my beloved guide. How I yearn for those days Allah, for I know that the day is near, When we'll receive our rewards, and Truth will stand sparkling clear. Life is like a spider's web Allah, we get caught in its tricky snare, So thoroughly are we disillusioned, time for salat we can not spare. I sit here and I wonder, Ya Allah!why did I fall so low? What happened to my faith Allah? Where did my Iman go? In this earthly life of ours, so often does sin seem right, Falsehood seems the truth, as if days are confused with night. Man is an imperfect creature and man shall always do wrong, The road to Jannah is rocky and the journey seems awfully long. Ya Allah! Our Creator, we are all just pieces of clay, Please help us with steps in life, and let us not lose way. All praises are for you Allah, I know that you are near, I know that you read my heart, and my words you hear.

I agree that it is a jihad. What the iraqis wanted was Saddam out but not occupation. Its in their right to fight the new aggressors. And im also glad to see the Shias and sunni unified.Alhamdullilah.

I pray for those Muslims who will fall prey to this new IIPP organisation.High time, Muslims have to open their eyes. Tony Montana thanx. There cannot exist an antiIslamic muslim.Its unislamic as all muslims are ordered by Allah to fight for His cause either by action or words. Wondering though what do they mean by such a title?

People can ask doctors weird things. Some doctors see weird things. __________________________________________________ A young woman took her troubles to a psychiatrist. "Doctor, you must help me," she pleaded. "It's gotten so that every time I date a nice guy, I end up in bed with him. And then afterward, I feel guilty and depressed for a week." "I see," nodded the psychiatrist. "And you, no doubt, want me to strengthen your will power and resolve in this matter." "For God's sake, NO!" exclaimed the woman. "I want you to fix it so I won't feel guilty and depressed afterward." _______________________ When the new patient was settled comfortably on the couch, the physiatrist began his therapy session, "I'm not aware of your problem," the doctor said. "So perhaps, you should start at the very beginning." "Of course." replied the patient. "In the beginning, I created the Heavens and the Earth.... _____________________________________ In a psychiatrist's waiting room two patients are having a conversation. One says to the other, "Why are you here?" The second answers, "I'm Napoleon, so the doctor told me to come here." The first is curious and asks, "How do you know that you're Napoleon?" The second responds, "God told me I was." At this point, a patient on the other side of the room shouts, "NO I DIDN'T!" ____________---------------- Extra Effort I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist when early in the morning I received a call from his office:I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30AM. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45. The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a wash in "that area" in front of the sink, taking extra care to make sure that I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in. Knowing the routine, as I am sure you all do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from here. I was a little surprised when he said: "My...we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?", but I didn't respond. The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went normal, some shopping, cleaning and the evening etc. At 8:30 that evening my 14 year-old daughter was fixing to go to a school dance, when she called down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?" I called back for her to get another from the cabinet. She called back, "No I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."

Three engineers and three accountants are traveling by train to a conference. At the station, the three accountants each buy tickets and watch as the three engineers buy only a single ticket. "How are three people going to travel on only one ticket?" asks an accountant. "Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer. They all board the train. The accountants take their respective seats but all three engineers cram into a restroom and close the door behind them. Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the restroom door and says, "Ticket, please." The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on. The accountants saw this and agreed it was quite a clever idea. So after the conference, the accountants decide to copy the engineers on the return trip and save some money (being clever with money, and all that). When they get to the station, they buy a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the engineers don't buy a ticket at all. "How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed accountant. "Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer. When they board the train the three accountants cram into a restroom and the three engineers cram into another one nearby. The train departs. Shortly afterward, one of the engineers leaves his restroom and walks over to the restroom where the accountants are hiding. He knocks on the door and says, Ticket, please."

mmhhhh creative. they trying to fulfill their dreams? fantasies? :rolleyes: :confused:

Pele i second the desmonds, used to enjoy that to. I like the medical soaps learn a thing or two they do try thier best to make it look real and for the fun of it me and my friends try diagnosing before the docs. Similar cases do appear in exams :rolleyes: well hope doesnt sound boring. my list , ER, Casualty, Scrubs,doctors, Holby city and my favourite CSI enjoy the forensics but it isnt really like that in real life. Well i miss most of the episodes.life on the run..

Lol thats some wicked lines youve all posted. The nearest one i got was Asalaam aleykum sister , you know its amazing seeing sisters with hijab. Congrats, you know arabic? somali?....live around here? you do know what a hijab is right? :confused:

dare devil sis, Sade through what ages?20? this 21st century, teens are more aware compared to the 80s. Two, as a teenager psychologically become more aware fo urself in relation to friends, the society. Time to rebel do what you want to do. Time to discover urself ur potential.......

dare devil sis, Sade through what ages?20? this 21st century, teens are more aware compared to the 80s. Two, as a teenager psychologically become more aware fo urself in relation to friends, the society. Time to rebel do what you want to do. Time to discover urself ur potential.......

Eh passed the exam with flying colours.

Asalaam aleykum For the past two weeks have been having problems you name it healthwise, financial , unexpected presentation... and on. I found myself in a battle trying to keep my priorities straight.in the end well lost valuable time because things dont always work out the way you want and especially if youve got to do it by yourself. I even started feeling sorry for myself Anyway to cut it short. Alhamdullilah I found these verses of Suratul Al Imran of comfort. and will like to share with you. Brief history, these verses were revealed after the battle of Uhud to address the Muslims of what had happened and also give them moral. V.3.139-142 . So do not become weak nor be sad, and you will be superior. If you are indeed true believers. If a wound has touched you, be sure a similar wound has touched others. And so are the days [good and not so good], we give to men in turns, that Allah may test those who believe, and that he may take martyrs from among you. And Allah likes not the zallimun[wrongdoer]. And that Allah may test(purify) the beleivers(from sin) and destroy the disbeleivers. Do you think that you will enter paradise before Allahs teststhose of you who fought (in His cause) and (also) test those who are patient? So in the light of these verses,i came into agreement with my nafs that it was just another phase in my life.Its either i make the best of it now , be patient and take one step at a time as others do pass through these tests. Who knows they might have been worser? and its the product at the long run which is important. Alhamdullilah managed to solve most of my problems except for an untidy apt.

Nervous chic this is another face of the BLACK WOMAN. I beleive we somalis are know facing some of these problems or about to. Guess this is something to reflect on. -------------------------------------------------- Dear Jamie: > > > >I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Black male readers. I >am a White female who is engaged to a Black male-good-looking, educated and >loving. I just don't understand a lot of Black female's attitudes about our >relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Black >women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too >mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much >excess baggage. Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was >constantly approached by Black men, willing to wine and dine me and give me >the world. If Black women are so up in arms about us being with their men, >why don't they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the >dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in ! public. I would like >to hear from some Black men about why we are so appealing and coveted by >them. Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of 26 years for one of us. Charles >Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy >Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba >Gooding Jr., Don ! Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, >Wesley Snipes...I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and >that is why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us White women >because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from >us and we may learn you how to treat your men better. If I'm wrong, Black >men, let me know. Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA. > > > >Response: > > > >Dear Jamie: > >I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl. Let >me start by saying that I am a 28-year old black man. I graduated from one >of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia with a Bachelor of >Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a major corporation >and have recently purchased a house. So, I consider myself to be among the >ranks of successful black men. I will not use my precious time to slander >white people. I just want to set the record straight of why black men date >white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why black men dated >white women was because they were considered easy. The black girls in my >neighbourhood were raised in the church. They were very strict about when >they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our impatience >to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without >too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my >opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy >to control. A lot of black men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall >weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our black women. We >are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money >than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses. Because of this fear, many >black men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can control. I have >talked to numerous black men and they continuously comment on how easy it is >to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set the record >straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful >black men date white women. Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel washington, >Michael Jordan, Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth >"Babyface" Edmonds, Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong >black women. And, to flip the scrip, there are numerous white men, in and >out of the spot light, who openly or secretly desire black women over white >women. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few. I just >don't want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed. Stop thinking that >because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when >black Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties >and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw >meat and beating each other over the head with clubs. Read your history! It >was the black woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It was >the black woman that taught you how to raise your children. It was black >women who were breastfeeding and raising your babies during slavery. It is >the black woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands, and >children beat! en, killed, and thrown in jail. Black women were born with >two strikes against them: being black and being a woman. And, through all >this, Still They Rise! It is because of the black women's strength, >elegance, power, love and beauty that I could never date anyone except my >black Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to >them. It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colours and >shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing >about black women. Their strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their >integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to >stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach >their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I >have fallen in love with black women. I honestly believe that your anger is >geared more toward jealousy, envy than snotty looks. If this were not so, >then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If >you are so proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your >pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with >u! natural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more >voluptuous? I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to >have what the black woman has. BOTTOM LINE: If I were looking for a docile >woman, someone I can walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, >unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good >wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and >understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a >sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill. No offence >taken, none given. Signed, Black Royalty Wow!! we must pass this on to make >the day to the Black Queens of our acquaintances!

Sis Rahmah Depends on what you aim to study. Im studying abroad, learnt a foreign language, doing my degree in a foreign language having a chance to learn a different culture.. still learning. Was tough in the beginning couldnt say help n most of the ppl in the street couldnt speak english but alhamdullilah. with time u acquire the skill to communicate and even talk in their dialect. Took a language course for one year before starting my Undergraduate course. Unfortunately ,though my degree will only be acceptable if i do another year of internship in my home country or sit for an exam. Thats the risk i took.

my lord, the ol lady was right.

Nur bro what i felt was betrayal. Parents may think they know whats better but i dont agree especially in this example.The Poor girl. The father should have talked some sense into her. The parents failed their daughter by not teaching her the basic /reality of life as in being a responsible person, learn to be content and in the end who pays for it? she does, getting married off to a camel boy. Subhannallah. Arranged marriages may have their advantages.Especially at times of war or turbulation as you said to save the chastity of the ladys by marrying them off. In times of peace,caution should be taken. i beleive alot of our people are still marrying within the family or same clan. Making me Wonder whats our rate of hereditary diseases? Something else rate of girls running away from their husbands coz they are not happy? Remember back home somali sisters used to disappear coz they were not content married to a guy due to the fact he had enough cattle, family name......... I still beleive her consent is needed it is only an offer, she can reject. Her parents are her guardians and advisors they should respect her decision as she is of age. They should emphasis the islamic values, importance of an islamic family. Qualities of a good husband and the responsiblity of being a good wife. I beleive she will be mature enough to accept her parents choice if the suitor fits in this category. In this case the father may have saved his neck in the day of resurrection marrying her off. But it is adviced to give her education and sound upbringing. Remember the hadith a father who raises 2 daughter with fear of Allah and education and then gives them in marriage Paradise is promised to him.

SOMETHING TO REFLECT, ITS NEVER TOO LATE -------------------------------------------------- LIFE INDEX CARDS. In that place between wakefullness and dreams, I found myself in a room. There were no distinguishing features save for the wall covered with small index cards. They were like the ones in the libraries that list titles by authors or subjects in the alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling, seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was the one that read' People I have killed' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realise that i recognised the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalogue system for life.Here were wrştten the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldnt match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories, others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named' Friends was next to one marked' Friends I betrayed '. The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. ' Books I have read',' Lies I have told', 'Comfort I have given', 'Jokes I have laughed at'. Some where almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things Ive yelled at my brothers . Others I couldnt laugh at : 'Things I have done in my anger', 'Things I have muttered under my breath at my parents' I pnever ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than i expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it Be possible that i had the time in my 30 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed the truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked' Songs I have listened to' I realised the file grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or more three yards, I hadnt found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed , not so much by the quality of the music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew the file represented. When I came to a file marked ' Lustful thoughts' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind; 'Noone must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didnt matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I couldnt dislodge a single card. I had became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long,self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore ' People that I have taught about Allah' . The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards its contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filed eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. Source BIC News, Belfast Islamic Centre,UK

I agree with you all. That was a very interesting link . Jazakhallah Kheir. Go to give the west the credit sure is freedom of speech.

Wow, Mashallah like your style. Right about going high with dhikr.

Lol I almost hear the ripping of the ..........

Very disturbing. Thanks for the warning.