wazzup qoorsheel? dude said that the city ain't recognized like it should. did i insult anyone . :confused:

http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2004/struggle.iraq/ i think while somalia is seeing a positive future that other countries like haiti and iraq are becoming like somalia.

woow :eek: Bullet Wayne is working hard while the rest is saying: "I'M THE BEST!". hehe way to go Beled Weyn aka Bullet Wayne. that's what we need, you know, proud somalis who work in silence. very good of you natiolist to bring Bullet Wayne under the light. too bad that there are no pictures of the city itself and the shabeele river that flows through the city

i haven't got more of these scanned pictures sorry. but wait till april, then i will have some new fresh photos of somalia. so have patience. till then, I'll be uploading these pictures on my homepage. wich is empty, because i have nothing useful to fill it with. Barinomad, I learned my lesson bro.

who can blame them. looking at somalia, how can you be surprised if a christian thinks that they need jesus to get us our of the mess we brought ourself in to. looking at the cannibalistic and homosexual elements (older men have sex with younger boys before the younger boys are allowed to marry a woman) in the Papua culture, many times I said that they need Islam very badly. they better not dare try to convert us to their faith, they will have another thing coming to them if they do. then the joke is on them.

thanks a lot people. i really appreciate the kind words. it gives me the feeling that i didn't do the helljob of scanning these pictures for nothing. my message is that somalia is a great place. not just because it's your country, but because it is a great place in itself. here i have some more pictures of my holiday: here we are in the beach of bosaso. we are those negroes that make up black dots in the sea. a cousin of mine was bitten by a crab when he was resting on the beach. damn. a large rock in the natural swimming pool i was talking about. the name of the place is called laak. this picture i made in garowe. the picture was allready a bit f*cked up when i scanned it. some of my friends have probably abused it when i showed them my country. traffic in bosaso is crazy! you see some crazy a.ss people who leave a car in the middle of the road or something. this is tragic and funny at the same time. no house can be without generators if you don't want to find yourself ina situation where you'll be without eletcricity for weeks. shit happens na'm sayin. golis mountains. i regret not making pictures of the green mountians. but i was asleep then, so missed it.

welcome to galkacyo. like i said before, white people are not safe here. yeah! i learned that galkacyo people are a bit more rude than the people in bosaso. when I was at my grandfather's sister's house and picked up the phone during lunch, some girl was on the other line and she couldn't understand my somali. she was namecaling me with gala, oromo and xabash. i knew that meant ethiopian, but i rerfained from verbally abusing her. loool this dude on the pole must have benefits on his job or at least life insurance. that doesn't really look safe. just check the guy with the hands on his back. he's supposed to hold the ladder. the fadhi ku dirir talks. everywhere in somalia you will see some chairs and tea between some dudes and talking about bullshit. here i'm in garsoor neighbourhood in gaalkacyo, where my grandfather's sister lives. meeting the sister of my grandmother for the first time was one of my special moments in somalia. i regretted that i haven't brought her a gift or something. it feels uncomfortable to come empty handed to your loved ones in Somalia, even if they don't need anything. somali flag wavering high and mighty in a school in bacadweyn, close to galkacyo in the north. just one hour drive. bacadweyn was a pretty cool place, met a lot of guys that lived there for dhaqancelis for one year. a friend i made there was due at next summer, till then he's trapped there. a lot of other dudes just sit under a qurac and read the quran or play football. there's nothing much else to do. i saw a karate school opened there by a somali canadian. too bad the karate school was closed when i came there. this school looks normal, but weird thing is: the language here is English and the school is focused on math and physics (oh lord i would never survive, me and math are enemies). teachers and students are all somali foto madobe, but still the language spoken is english. and then you think you've seen it all.... that was all folks. hope you go to somalia very soon too. those that allready went, i hope you guys could relate. cuz at first i couldn't wait to get out, but you start to like it. very much even. and when you come home, you actually feel homesick. homesick to a place you've been only once last summer. now that's the power of going back to your roots.

my uncle Indhacade swimming that's another uncle, forgot his name. if your eyes are OK, than you can see bosaso. i must admit it is a bad picture. i had borrowed my father's camera that is older than me, because my digital camera ended up without batteries. this picture is my goodbey to this city. now we were heading down south, Gaalkacyo. the city where white people get lashed. checking out the mountains from the window while listening to my own remix on my mp3. yeah! hehe checking out the camels out the window. they are bigger than you think. i was in this restaurant in a small dusty village: burtinle and there they slaughter one camel per day. I've recorder it live with my camcorder. like 5 big strong guys were wrestling with the camel and one skinny guy slit the camel's throat. first something yellow came out of the throat, than the blood came out. damn! finally in civilisation again. the road trip felt like centuries. by this time all my batteries for my mp3 ran out and all i could do was sleep. this village was garowe and i was told it was the capital of puntland. well it doesn't look like a capital city, but it was a pretty nice place. we went to luxury guest house, the place gives credit to it's name, for real. allow me to show you my hero. this dude is cabdulqadir buluq-buluq. he repairs the highway between gaalkacyo and bacadweyn. he's doing the job of the president cabdulahi yusuf. this man shouldn't be thrown at 1000 shilling out of the window. he should be thrown on the president's chair in villa somalia in muqdisho.

past summer, like a lot of Somali people, I've been to the world's most dangerous and poorest country in the world: Somalia. I must admit, I thought that I would not come back alive. I estimated my survival in this African country 13%. the other 87% is being killed by a crazy militiaman (the ones you see on TV), the old rusty Russian airplane that goes to Somalia, lions and other wild animals or something. Well I survived and I want to show all my brothas and sistas how wonderful it is, to go back to your roots. Eat fresh meat, milk and vegetables. Drink coca cola or shani for 5 cents. See thousands of people that by some way happen to be your cousins. here i kissed the ground, because this was the first time i came on Somali soil. it was a flight from dubai-addis ababa-bosaso. i was really suprised of what I saw. an airport on the egde of a beach and on the other side mountains. this is my uncle Indhacade's car, he's going to show us the beauty of somalia. we laughed when he said that honestly. somalia, beauty? let's just wait and see. my uncle Indhacade is an Australian from Melbourne, but somehow he wants to live in Bosaso. what a stange fellow eyh? my uncle is showing off his assault rifle. it's an AK47 (made in ex-Yugoslavia, now Serbia) and he bought it in the weapon market downtown bosaso. i wanted to buy myself a small piece to, but how on earth would that go through dubai airport? damn! never in my life did i saw acacia trees, palm trees, cactusses and normal trees all in one place. we were brought to a place where we could relax. something like natural jacuzzis or something. so I must say, I was very much intrigued and I was suprised that the shit they were saying was true. they were like jacuzzis and there were like 30 of them. one could fill 10 people. women had 5 seperate ones, somewhere further on. you could hear them anyways. the water was hot, it's called biyokulule. we came back to bosaso, but then we went back to another place. now i was told of a natural swimming pool? I was like, is Allah making everything for free for Somalis? i took the picture of this sandhill, because it looked pretty spectacular when we passed it. like a wave falling on you. parked the car and went skinnydipping. nah, not skinnydipping but it was close enough. i had no smiwsuit, because I could never imagine swimming in somalia. so i swam in my white underwear. very emberrassing, you could see my a.ss. the water was damn cold.

Originally posted by Action Jackson: quote:Originally posted by mobg: Muad where did you find this picture, damn nigga. I edited this image on photoshop to make people think that Allah is on it, but I couldn't make the alif in the waves and still make it look for real. funny how some people still buy into it. Saxib you shouldnt exploit Allah's name..... besides what would you gain from misleading ppl like that?? dude forgot to say: Am just playing my man!

Muad where did you find this picture, damn nigga. I edited this image on photoshop to make people think that Allah is on it, but I couldn't make the alif in the waves and still make it look for real. funny how some people still buy into it.

eied mubarak people. it is a great day today, I can tell ya that. no comment for it's eid today! but boy oh boy, I can barely contain myself.

Besbaaso, nationalist and Rokko. do you know what they say? they say that everybody faints before he hits the ground when someone falls from that height. can you believe that, damn! I mean seriously I can't imagine to fall asleep when falling like a damn monkey from 1000 feet high. The screaming would be keepin me awake, na'm sayin. damn walahi this is something to think about...

Well I'm not sure if I need any dirty proverbs, but I certainly don't mind the very subtle ones that one uses in courtship or something. Well Somalis are not that subtle, if you know what I mean. We're talking old traditional ancestral proverbs that are X-rated. Would have loved to share them with ya. Then again I don't want to get banned. Good luck though.

I got something for ya Xu. Here are my favourites. The proverbs in quote and the meaning: Amxaaro madax gumac galay leedahaye madax hadal galo ma laha. Damn Ethiopians' heads is full with shit, nothing else fits in it. Xoolo lama cunee dadkoodaa la cunaa. You don't eat livestock, you eat the people! Rag waa shaah dumarna waa sheeko. Dudes are tea and girls are chat. Means that women and men go hand in hand. I got some more and even some that are very dirty. Nevertheless the dirty ones are known proverbs too. Tell us about this film you're writing a script for?

http://www.cnn.com/2005/ALLPOLITICS/01/11/homeland/index.html wtf!

this test is bullshit! I scored 50%. That's impossible! I'm 100% foto madobe!

There's no way Egypt has nuclear weapons or is even attemtping to pursue them. The most powerful Arabian country with nukes? I don't think Isreal likes the sound of that. Y'all know how Egypt is being fed really good by the Americans, so the Egytpians won't do some dumb shit to the Jews. I hope Yemen becomes a nuclear power na'm sayin. They are true Arabians and will fight for Palestine all the freakin way! But they can bomb the hell out of Somalia to, so that's pretty f*ked up. I was hoping we would conquer socotra Island from them.

what the hell y'all talkin' about?

SOL looks a bit corny, too much white. It looks like a company website for God sake. But it looks simple and I like simple. So if you want a photo gallery, just post a thread and post your damn images over there. Want a chatroom, go to nuney's webpage. Want a music section? Buy yourself mp3. Ya get me?

Boy I sure do hate the bus. Wish I had a car man, I had my first driving lesson last weekend and now I'm definetily hungry for more. Anyway my irritation towards the bus starts with the waiting. I lost my gloves and I don't feel the need to buy a new pair and I'm not the shawl kinda fella. So that causes problems when waiting for the bus in the stonecold winter. The bus driver is risking his life when he shows up to late. Now when the bus finally arrives, I always sit on my most favourite spot - in the back, preferably on the right side. If I find that spot to be taken than I can barely contain myself and sit on the left side. While my bus is driving to the busstation in a half an hour ride, I'll resort to my fiercest weapon against boringness. This weapon is called the mp3 and I update the tracks on it at least every other day like a real soldier. You know, from Snoop to Outkast and that kind of shit. When I inserted my earplugs and pressed on play, I see half of the heads in the bus looking at my direction. What in the world? Mind your own damn business. They're probably just jealous, because I'm having a little bouncing party through my skull while some others have to hold it down with looking through the window. When we finally arrive at the busstation, I transfer from the boring bus 54 to bus 12. Bus 12 is known as the school bus, because 99% of the passengers are students and the rest took the wrong bus without knowing it. Now while I'm walking towards bus 12 I see that is packed into obliteration and waiting for more. Well hell no, I'll take the next bus in 5 minutes. I'm not in the mood to breathe second hand oxygen. So the next bus 12 arrives and this time, my favourite spot isn't in the back but the handicap seat. If there are no handicaps, you're allowed to sit there. I don't think handicaps go to college as I do, so I take the seat with full confidence. The handicap seat is fantastic, unlike the other seats you can sit in a relaxing position and you can let your arms rest on the wings. When the bus is finally packed the bus starts driving. This is mostly the funny part, when the bus gives gas. There are always some sukkers who make total fools out of themselves by falling on the floor or on another person. Somehow ladies are always the victims? The same shit goes again and again every time the bus stops at a busstop, while those who haven't managed to take a seat and lost in the survival of the fittest are staring at me like: "next time I'm sitting there!". It's truly beautiful to see how all these people are getting humbled by the bus every day. I never get humbled by the bus. You know why? Because I simply hold onto the steel pipes made to have a grip.

well if you let the asians choose, they would say you have to continue chilling in their country. they get money that they need and you gonna get your freak on. and I agree with these folks dude.

eyo shirwac and action. are u guys losing it. what the hell are these dudes talking about. as if they are talking through each other than to each other. :confused:

tuujy, you're damn right man. the new generation is too damn weak these days. I know Somali kids who don't believe in afterlife cuz they can't understand that there is no end to jahanama. this christian dude will nail some of these kids to his sect fo sho! isn't the minnesota somali organisation or something responsible for this shit. to protect the youth na'm sayin. where the hell are they, they need to step up!

thanks for the welcome all'a y'all. I see some warm people here. so let's kick it, shaahana ku soo dhufoo!