MD was clear about his request: boy in jail, boy wants his mama to know If u can help HELP. Neither your morality nor the gory details are relevant. Pass the message on if u can or shut it. :rolleyes:

Why don't u post a little of it here J11? I was stopped in my tracks by all those pdfs. What's the most bemusing one? I need a lil entertainment today; dragged myself out of the cranky side of the bed.

^why are any of them? It's irrelevant.

UD, and if u moved by a half mile increment you would end up with a higher weight of grass at Damascus. Is there a conclusive answer to this? By the way, what happened to RETURNING? crazy ish

LoL I can't let it go either. I think this is integration no? Anyway, Nuune, I did what you did and came up with 1000kg- without returning to base. you have 5250kg of grass: 250km - 500km- take 1,000kg of grass,put down 500kg, do this 5 times,the fifth time, you dont return, you saved 250kg of grass you have 2,500kg of grass: It's 2750kg at this point not 2500kg. Like I said I used your method but cheated cause I'm lazy and made this formula to repeat what you did. y = n(1000-2x)+ x y is the weight of grass remaining at any given time n is the number of times a 1000kg is picked up x is the chosen increment by which you move(fixed at 250 in your case) It worked at out at 1000kg at Damascus. Integration, somebody do it that way and put me out of this misery.

Nuune was the only one who actually came up with a number. How are the other two right without solving it? Having said that since there was no mention of a return journey, Nuune's final answer is wrong too. Maths is an exact science and if u want the right answer u have to ask the right question.

Your mission is to move a 10,000 kilograms load of grass from Cairo to Damascus using your camel U never said anything about returning..

Yes, u can get some grass to Damascus. 1. Load the camel with 1000kg of grass 2. Feed the camel it's first mouthful(from the left behind 9000kg) 3. The camel will consume a total of 1000kg during the journey 4. On reaching Damascus you will be left with an amount equivalent to the first mouthful the camel took in order to start moving.

Thanks for sharing Nur. Recently a documentary on the BBC(I think) caught my attention. It covered the story of a deaf man born of Jewish parents who in his youth wanted to become a rabbi but was turned away by the Jewish religious people(due to his disability). Disappointed that he couldn't serve God through Judaism he turned to the Catholic Church(he was schooled in a Catholic institution). They accepted him and since then he has been a Catholic priest. In 1980 this man started becoming blind due to a disease. He is now both deaf and blind and yet continues to work... deaf and blind priest some of his story can be found above...but... What Nur's post stirred in my mind is that most of us would jump to attention if a blind person asked for help. Instinctively almost. But one-off gestures are easy. Living with a person who slows you down in your daily activity, your social climbing, your impatient thoughts every day is a lot more demanding. As a collective group we can be cruel, distancing the disabled and being deaf and blind to their needs, most importantly their spirituality. And look what a man can be capable of.

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^Thanks. My imagination keeps me awake at night and even during the day when I'm at work. LOL. Alhamdullilah. The story with the little girl has ended. Unfortunately she moved away before I could give her the photos I took of her outside the Mosque that Eid day. But she has the ring as a reminder and I have her pictures, ring a-blinging...

Soggy tissue should have moved on long before he was binned. I fear for the thrown away lipstick; he'll be on her case next; there's nothing like a clingy tissue. Eew. Keep going. Life after being kicked to the kerb?

Originally posted by Phantasma: quote:a somali whore's story... :rolleyes: Totally :rolleyes:

LoL. Are y'all so in need of an ego boost that you'll answer that many questions just to be compared to somebody famous and powerful?

Thank you both. Nur, am I allowed to be envious of your trip? I forgot to finish the story... Eid morning. I arrive early at the Mosque, a bag of goodies for the kids bumping into my knees and making walking unladylike. The bag has a tear in it and it is all I can do to keep the bits and pieces from spilling out and onto the street. The neighbours give me extra long looks. I'm too excited to stop and explain Eid. Their eyes linger over the bulging bag, the camera, the pink hijab and the sparkle in my eyes. Was I going on a trip? At the Mosque, I crane my neck every now and then in search of the girl. Eventually I see her come in. She too is in a pink hijab. Copy cat! She is there though and I have a little something for her. We pray. The Imam talks and talks. Come on Imam, I have something to do!! Once he's finished I aim to immediately give out a few goodies to the children before they leave. I won't have time to spare then; it would have to be now. I turn around, catch her eye and beckon to her. Silently she walks over and sits behind me. I shift my position and we look at one another. She looks up at me expectantly. I look down in appreciation. Every opportunity she got that Ramadan the girl had chosen to pray next to me. She had cajoled others away from 'her' spot next to me and once even stole the spot from another girl who had walked away briefly only to return and find her place occupied. The other girl had stood there blinking at the back of the new occupier and finally walked away in a huff when she got no response from the occupier and a smile and a small 'What can u do?' shrug from me. I reach into my bag and pull out the small, see-through square plastic bag holding the ring. I put it into her hand. We don't speak. It sits in the palm of her right hand and she looks at it in wonder. She inhales once, her mouth an oh-shape. And stops breathing. I remove the ring from its place, reach for her hand and slip it onto her finger. I fits, I had done my homework. I squeeze her hand. She breathes again and manages two thank yous. She is absolutely blown away. Who would have thought a cheap ring could have had such an effect? The ring is green and has crescents on it and the moment I saw it it reminded me of Islam and I knew it belonged with someone who would love it and be reminded of that special Ramadan. Someone who had chosen me for some unknown reason and who needed to know I'd noticed. Finally she smiles and smiles. I can't help but join in, my face nearly aching from the effort. Who would have thought a cheap ring would have had such an effect?

The essence of femininity is for a woman to depend on the man she loves The first in a series of one-liners. Give up the day job and write and appear in your own Monologue. I won't suggest what u call it but don't go for the obvious if u want it to be taken seriously. Are men that threatened? If u're a real man no woman can take your masculinity from you. And leave the F word out of it, guys, u keep turning the air a boring shade of whinge.

2,6 and 8 please. Shukran.

Nur, walaal, I've logged in again as I forgot earlier to say what I wanted to... You are not talking in a dark room- not with a nic like Nur. I understand the need sometimes for feedback- it can give your words more purpose and inspire you to write more. Please continue; we none of us have to agree with either your approach or the content of your pieces but such dedication can only have pure intention behind it. Please continue..it is so important to remind one another of our faith, our purpose and our path. I pray that Allah rewards you for your efforts. Many benefit I'm sure but are too lazy to respond. Somalis, ehem, u know, get-up-and-go issues. Unless it's quite literal. Back to topic...I don't know where I fit in those four states right now. I've had many, many months of happiness, alhamdullilah- still ongoing- and I have been trying hard to thank Allah each time it occurs to me that I am free of burden. I'm especilly keen to show appreciation as this period of tranquility was preceded by well, a madness of sorts. Phew, how relieved I am that that period is over wa'l hamdu lilaah. At the time I hated having to go through the 'madness' but now I see the necessity of it. I see my mistakes clearly and have evaluated my responses and my attitudes now that neither anger nor ego are in the way. I can pick out what I should hold on to of my actions in times of distress and what I should discard. Hitting rock bottom(and for everyone this is a different place) has made it possible for me to hmm, yeah fly. I've been making a conscious effort to remember Allah now that the times are good and I've never before made such advances in keeping a Ramadan promise(we all make them). And all with Allah's Will and help. A little bit of the madness threatens to return now but I won't be repeating those old mistakes, no way. People can bring chaos to my door but I'll deal with them at the xataba, say what I have to and close the door to my world. I'll use the best of me and leave the rest where it belongs...rock bottom. Jazaka Allah Khayr. We're listening. off to bed with thoughts of death for company; no chance of sleep then Again.

Ukhti M, thanks for the reminder. I didn't read the poem-couldn't today- but the title was all I needed to see. I have a gulp in my throat for the people we prayed for at the Mosque today, may Allah forgive them and grant them paradise. The gulp is also for myself- tick, tock, will I die a better Muslim or a worse one? WOL and Rendezvous, Ilaahey ha u naxariisto your family members. Inaa lilaahi wa ina ileeyhi raajicuun.

..and lucky gal.

Originally posted by Baashi: Nowwww, I don't want you to think...well you know!! Buttt it is a "TRUE" fairy tale!! quote: Once upon a time a guy asked a girl "Will you marry me?" She said "No"..... And the guy lived happily ever after. The End. So that's the lucky guy!

Mabruuk OG_Girl. Going anywhere for the honeymoon? I have an acute longing for Egypt this week.

In a sombre mood.. I got mad at someone the other day. So mad, I had to sit down and listen to some Quran. The anger went away and I was left with disappointment and hurt. When someone whose honour you would protect fiercely trys to strip you of your dignity by lying about you and lying to you, what do you do but gulp the bile down. I wanted to escape to that desert island again but... Today we prayed Salat al Janaaza for the dead at the Mosque. I was struck by just how many people attended. I want that too when I'm gone- Muslims' prayers. I won't get that on a desert island all by my lonesome. I'll have to stick it out here where the wolves wear sheep's clothing.........God give me strength. Allaahu yarxam hum.

Mate, I don't know what you're on about. Wewe I understand; what's mbasha when it's at home? And please no mention of warring. I'm so mad at a certain somebody right now. I can't stand spineless people who'll lie to save their own skin and land someone else in it. Growl. Acuudu bilaah.

I don't know. I do know. I don't know. I do know. However, I'm considering quiting this place. Last night I had one of those out of body experiences; I floated up, looked down at myself and I saw that I looked like an elf. No, I'm being generous, more like a troll. No it doesn't make sense to me either and bl**dy hell what am I talking about, little sleep, bad dreams, not nightmares mind, nothing so juicy I could whine about today; just random annoying images that kept waking me up from a short, shallow sleep. Seriously thinking of quiting SOL. Why? I don't know. I do know. I don't know. I do know. I'm a troll. Welcome.