Imagine that you are on the beach. You are four years old. The camp leader has told you that you have five minutes to build a great castle. “ Quickly,†your three year old Ameer tells you, “ the sand here is too soft. Run closer to the water and get better sand!†Off you run and grab, with your tiny hands, as much sand as you can hold. Isn't this opening paragraph kinda confusin if u don't know what Ameer means and what his role in the game is...I for one would have thought that Ameer was the son I had at age four...makin fun of his father's tiny hands...Ameer is the camp leader...

whilst resuscitating the church influence is to take the battle to the Muslims in their backyards, dilute its core influence, and send Bibble-embracing, boy George to the White House for four more years. In other words Warrior, what we expect for the next four years is an enhanced program of an already commenced crusade, merciless of course this time, since Geogre "General Jesus" Bush fears no more hangin chads in Florida..

"Theo van Gogh picked fights with many people, myself included, but that is a right in this country," Amsterdam mayor Job Cohen said. Translation: I might’ve something to do with this but thanks god there is always a Moroccan immigrant we can frame. “The murder has heightened tensions in the Netherlands over social integration and comes two years after the assassination of Pim Fortuyn, an anti-immigration populist whose party captured second place in the May 2002 elections. The Van Gogh dude was due to release a film about Pim Fortuyn’s death implicating some top official governments, therefore he himself was a grave and gathering danger…and the only option foreseeable was the government to shut him up for good “Polling evidence had suggested Mr. Fortuyn could win up to 20 seats in the 150-seat parliament, but in recent days he seemed poised to do even better, perhaps capturing third place.†That was why he was murdered in the middle of the day, right in the center of Amsterdam and the government looked away. Why? Because he was winning. The ruling party was threatened and they had to defend their turf. A sufficient motive. He had to go days before the general election…call me a cynic but that has suspicion written all over Go on read the theme of the film this Dutch Film maker was about to launch about the murder of Pim Fortuyn, the Dutch politician: He was about to name names “It was all a little too uncomfortable for the ruling elites as Fortuyn’s message caught on with the public at large. The establishment had nothing tangible to attack him with during the election campaign, on the contrary, Fortuyn convincingly came out a winner during many of the pre-election debates. So the left-liberal clan resorted to an age old routine: slander. They threw everything at Fortuyn with the idea that some of it would stick and in doing that they were given all the help they could get from the Dutch media notably the NOS, the Dutch equivalent of the BBC and some of the Dutch top newspapers. The slander ranged from calling Fortuyn “Nazi†to comparing him to Mussolini, none of which was even close to the truth, yet as it was coming from people who had long been the respected face of government some of it stuck. The other day I watched a DVD with a collection of weekly interviews Fortuyn gave in the months leading up to this death and I saw a man who was growing increasingly tired and frustrated, who was hounded in a most unreasonable fashion by politicians and media that were hell bent on destroying him. So the climate of hate, of demonization as some called it, was created and it is impossible to say if that has been directly attributable to his death, yet many believe it played an important role. A report from an independent government commission found that the government’s security apparatus that is supposed to act on threats to politicians had failed to adequately address the threats on his life. He was shot 5 times. Come on guys this can’t b the act of a Muslim period; the facts are irrefutable here; Salman Rushdie wrote the Satanic verses, a Bangladesh female writer, Taslima Nasreen, took her part of Islam bashing, Abu Lahab, Abu Jahal, as far back as Fircoon’s time people were taking cheap shots against religion and no sweat…But remember John F Kennedy, Malcolm X, Sayid Mohamed, The Mahdi, the two dead Dutch guys all lost their lives simply because they were a threat, “a gathering danger†to the Establishment.

Why do u think Kerry lost, was it because of: The Swift boat bashing The flip-flop charges The clarity of the Bush Campaign The Liberal label The Vice president pick The lack of direct attacks to Bush Or simply that the Democratic donkey was blinded by the media hype...that they stood a chance against the stampeding republican elephant

What's left unmentioned in this story is that this Dutch guy was also making a movie about some right wing politician nut who was murdered similarly in Amsterdam in a broad day light several months ago...The butchered film maker believed a conspiracy theory that linked the Dutch government to the shooting to death of the conservative politician... And Van Gogh, the film maker, was about to release his movie within a day or two after his death. Some people say quietly that there r a role being played by the authorities in this...it is all out there…

For this Eid, u know being tired of Egal and Samatar shows, and all the nonsense after that, me and my friens were thinkin of organizin, and puttin together the biggest Islamic lecture ever in one of those states where there is a large number of our pple...inviting big famous islamic scholars, targeting both Somalis and non somalis names to this event; basically our plan was to promote somthing good after thirty days of cibaado and Kheyr... sorry to admit though, that plan failed miserably...due to lack of good plannin...We r now thinkin of the Haj Eid insha'allah if we get things together...

Sorry, I know it’s been difficult but it amazes me when I c pple throwing their support blindly behind some warlord here and some warlord there... Defending them, protecting their "name", portraying them as heroes, and favoring them in their words and comments...knowing of course in the end that these thugs, war mongers, death dealing, tribe invokers, want nothing less than making the torture of innocent persons 'the law of the land' simply because the innocent ones belong to a different tribe....I don’t know how horrible it can get than that..BTW, the hardest thing a person can confront is reality...

I was once told about an incident that took place in the hieght of the savage wars in the 1990s in the country. A bunch of malitia men, captured a man, an old hunched somali elder, took him to the city square, forced him to kneel down b4 a crowd, and as one of the thugs was gettin ready to blow his head up, another one, a slightly older one caught his gun in his hand and told the young savage to hold for a minute... He walked toward the old man and asked the victim on the leash there, if he wanted Biyo Wayso and wants to say prayers before his 'departure'..The grizly old man said yes, nothing would please him more than to pray b4 he faces his creator...trempling he took wayso and prayed two rak'a...the young monster again grabbed his gun,released the safety button, came up to the old guy and realesed three bullets in the head of the man, the kind of bullets that leaves a glowin trace behind them when they r fired at night time...Then the militia jumped on their wagons, jubilant as ever and left the old man there, his bearded face sunk in the hot desert sand... The by-standers, more than 50 pple, who were watchin the incident as it unfolded right b4 their eyes collected the dead body and burried the guy My point is; Aren't those same ruthless thugs still in power in Somalia, wandering around, searching for victims of the opposite tribe? Don't they have the guns, the ammunations, the reason and the will to kill one many more times? Does it make any difference if it is the holy month of Ramadan,or in the mosque or simpy innocent people got hit, do they care life at all, includin their own cursed lives? I don't know; politics in some countries u can take sides, and support issues and pple but in Somalia, I am lost...Not a single soul, including the one in the suit in Nairobi or the one in the wagon cuttin off heads is clean from innocent blood..and simply i dont want to b part of that.

10-The average Somali woman going to a wedding spends 55 minutes getting showered, dressed and groomed. CORRECTION: According to the Guinness Book Of World Records and (QABYO the film about Somali guy's guide to everything about Qaxooti somali women), the average somali women who is going to attend a wedding spends two months, three days, and 44 hrs on herself...basically to scrap that suugo off of her.

Let me take a shot and embrass myself I dont remember the sequence but the Road one i thnk is Crossroad, there is the Backward glance (ecnalg), and man overboard, and there is the "three degrees underneath zero"

So basically those of us with a degree in Male Arts will have great chance of hooking up right? at least I think that's what is implied.. Come on honey don't argue with me, here is my proof, bang that degree on the table, throw ur magic stick in, show ur true colors, Male Arts Diploma, bam in her face or scan and post that thing on the net...remember those old cliches; available and honest and doing right by my wife..that's nothing. women these days don't go for the trivial matters...dig deep man and declare somewhere in the discourse that You do have a degree in Male Castration from Yale School of Faminism and then the magic of the degree will defenitely go into an action...over time if u will.. Hey Queen enroll me walaalo.

Different opinions, different pple, different approach one single goal..anger, hope, revenge, trust, and blind support....The Return of The Exodus. how about? A guard: options too many: security guard, jail guard, coast guard, telephone guard (secretary with full benefits of course), or "BODY GUARD".

I wonder if any one of us could imagine how many dead, innocent people do they (The Destroyer of Iraq and The Vietnamese annihalator) c each and every night in their nightmares whenever they lock their eyes for a nap? kids and women and feeble old grand parents in their sleep..How many?

That's wonderful bro..It shows not a dictatorship in madness but a leader calling his MPs into action, daring them of course. We can't afford idleness in this earlier stage of the game. I applaud that for Mr. Cowboy Clint Abdullahi Eastwood. It's healthy. That's what cowboys do in their ranges, u know always in action, always target practising, always shootin some defenseless animal somewhere...huntin and porchin goose, ducks anything that moves..We need to be injected with healthy dose of that Wild Wild West medecine fast, just like America needed in 2000 and needs a larger dose of that once again in Novemper 2.

One was sort of holy the other was the symbol of the tyrannical power of the military junta. One was voluntary, Islamic, and anticipated by everyone, the other was a directive forced by the junta Can't help Bashi...that is helerious..but I think it is either u most likely missed the essence of the story or I don't know maybe very few people had powers to c the differnces between the two Eids so clearly in their younger age..sounds like revelations of sorts revealed to certain kids..an access lol

Do I really care, am I concerned which one of these two guys wins in Novemper? Do I need to support one over the other? Do I give a sh**t if they wanna cut taxes or raise taxes, or have plans not to leave children behind, or have other plans to fast forward kids into oblivion state of being. Come on who cares if they gonna make the flu shot available to everyone in the year of 2080? I've never, ever, had one...it is all pure BS. What on earth are they saying when they talk about the likeability factor? who is a metrosexual? who uses botax? wears the better suit? who will upheld the bible? wage the crusade? defeat the cockroaches? terminate terror and make us secure? Think; is it important to me who is gonna hunt, capture, shoot, kill them first? Who will let these cursed senior citizens seek asylum in Canada or was it let them buy drugs in Canada? Will veterans of war get more money, better healthcare? Why would I care who the two speaks the better spanish or attends the black churches or throws an Iftar party for the muslims or pitches baseball better or married up? Why would I be least bothered to choose between these two brat, sissy rich boys if they(I mean if Mr. John label-hater Kerry and Mr.George Jesus Is My King Bush) do not want to change course and b my friend, my amigo? Why do I have to worry about who prevails in the November elections if they have no desire to come all the way here to my little shacks across the country in the prairies, in the desert land, in the mountains, at the river side, by the beach and not gonna pledge that he will help us genuinely to find our family's place, spot, dignity and name in the world if he wins I am not expectin that, no one is gonna come to my shack and help me find my family spot, chair, I have no dillusions at all coz am not the audience that he is playin for his flute, am not the audience of his holy cermon, not the one who is supposed to hear about what is being talked about inside those four walls across my bedroom. And as a matter of fact even if I'd have heard what's being said it won't make any sense to me. I am simply nobody to him when he speaks therefore i think it only does justice to both of us if I too become indifferent about his intentions, plans and compassion..whatever..lol

I Don't think u can play this at a weddin u know coz people may say it is gonna ruin the mood and stuff but I'll break the rules for this and only this Blues song by the master blues singer B B King's "Paying the Cost to be the boss." the song has a great beat to dance to and the lyrics goes a little like this: You act like you to don't wanna listen, when I'm talking to you You think you outta be my baby, anything you wanna do You must be crazy, baby, you just gotta be out of your mind As long as payin' 'm the bills, woman, I'm payin' the cost to be the boss I'll drink if I wanna, and play a little poker too Don't you say nothing to me, as long as I'm taking care of you As long as I'm working baby, and payin' all the bills I don't want no mouth from you, about the way I'm supposed to live Or perhaps u can recommend this all time favorite of mine "Ain't that Just Like a Woman."

Man this reporter has a fancy expensive accent....he kinda reminds me a nomad I know though..Hard not to laugh. "Despite his social conservitism," said the reporter, "Abdullahi liked to make people laugh. He was a very supicious guy. Courtiship frightened him most but it was women who used to fall for his straight hair and dark silk-like skin....and on and on

Just finished that book Sahiib and can't let go the picture, the image, the foot prints, the nostalgic memory it left with me...But what I most wonder after I read the book is where on earth are all those characters in the book right now? They must b old and feeble if they are still alive but am sure as hell that they can give us a history to brag about...at least one that's different from the one that's currently in our history books.

I’ve recently discovered a book which most of you may have stumbled upon before. A great book that I immensely enjoyed. The book is called Warriors and Strangers by Gerald Hanley, and English soldier who served in Somalia during second war and afterwards. His depiction of Somalis and their land is worthy of sharing with you guys. And I quote him: “Frightened of nothing on earth and willing to try anything anywhere, the Somali is never over-impressed by what he sees in the west, and they are great travelers. If he sees New York, or London, or Paris, the sight of these places with their superb machinery in no way diminishes his love of his desert home. He will go back there one day and wander with camels again. Once, in as blasted, dried out and stark a piece of scenery as I ever sighted in Somalia, I met a tall lean Somali who spoke to me in American. He had lived in America, after sailing the world as a stoker, and had been cocktail barman in Baltimore for some years. He spoke of it casually, even contemptuously, as just something that had happened to happen to him. This was Jibreel, Willie Ritchie’s interpreter. He was glad to be back here, with nothing except a piece of cloth around his loins, a knife and some camels. Like the two stowaways at Bosaso, who had survived the sharks on the plank so thoughtfully thrown after them into sea, this Somali (Jibreel) who had shaken cocktails in Baltimore, who had seen all the things so many millions sigh for in the West, saw it all as mere happenings, mere pictures walked through and seen with the eyes. As avaricious as can be, about camels and money, the Somali is never blinded, like the Bantu, by the big show, the white man’s ‘magic’ and power. And they are obsessed with their rights, and about justice.†He continues in another page: “I liked to squat with them and drink the cold salty camel milk, their eager eyes watching to see if you enjoyed this particular milk (for camel milk has a thousand tastes for these desert experts), and to listen to them tell me histories of their tribes. I enjoyed sitting back and hearing them argue a point, about divorce, about punishment, about the abilities of one kind of camel against another, about the true, severe Shari at law of ancient Muslim times compared with the milk and water law which was allowed now.†“A free Somali race will be good for Africa. Their bright intelligence, their courage and their confidence will be of value to the new Africa shaping now, if only because they never for a moment felt inferior to any white man, and were never tiresome about being black, or about you being white.†Written in 1962 published in 1971 Isn’t this true? Don’t we all like to fight it all out so we can win an argument? Listen to what he says about us and our inability to let go when we are not in the right. “If you have the patience and use the slow, steady drip technique, keep your temper, stick to your points, and never let yourself be rushed, you can beat a Somali in argument. I have never known a Somali to admit he was wrong, once he has taken up his position, but I have managed to exhaust quite a few, when it mattered. And I have crawled away, completely worn out, after many about with the chiefs on the finer points of justices.†lol

Let's hope the best for our people and stop thinkin this and stop thinking that but that said I think this is...c being me a Somali by birth I can't help myself but had to assume things and assume things in their worst scenerios..HOPE IT WORKS THIS TIME SO I CAN FINALLY GO BACK AND DIE A HAPPY MAN IN THE CAMEL CAMPS WITH MY BOYS UGAAS, SULDAAN, GARAAD, IMAAM, MALAAQ, ISLAAM AMONG OTHER TROUBLE MAKERS...

I’m wondering if, with all these exposures, I’m going insane or if it's just the world around me who lost its head and purpose? When did my dear friends mounting a cow and having sex with the beast become the style of the day, a master piece with no equal, a grandeur form of art of literature? Guys give the credit where it’s due... Are we no longer see the fundamental difference between simple, plain decency and pure filthy? What happened to our critical minds, to our better judgment? A mind I think it’s a terrible waste if it only imitates. And in my humble observation imitation is what’s taking place in the minds of so many of our fellow countrymen including, very so often, me I guess... I believe we r no longer holding, can no longer hold our positions against the unethical, the overwhelming pieces of propaganda written and broadcast daily in order to loosen our grips from what we hold so dear and near to ourselves? Our brain of course… Funny how this one sounds in my mind but I’ve to wonder once more what would Sayid Mohamed or Timacade or Isma’el Mire, or other famous Somali poets would say if they would have read and seen Farah’s fiendish production about Somalis and their intimate relationship with cows…..These r really tough times…Lord have mercy on us all…

Nuradin reminds me that old Somali story of a mother and her little baby boy. The boy was a mute who could not speak a single word even at the age of 14. So one day years later, at his 17th birth day his mom kneeled down before god one morning and prayed to the almighty "Oh almighty, please allow my child to speak, please open his mouth and let me hear him speak for once before I die." .. And then god granted her child the power to speak. ‘He opened his mouth’ but the first sentence that came out of his mouth, what he uttered after his muteness was lifted took his mother's life. The child went to his mother and said, "Mom can I have sex with you." Shocked by what she heard, the mother passed away instantly. That Somali anecdote comes to my mind again and again when I hear or see Nuradin and what his twisted mind ‘fabricates’ very often these days. I think he is a good writer, has a good command in the language as do a lot of the nomads I weekly interact here but he is not as exceptional as some of the writers I dig. (And I bet I would have been the first to buy if some of u guys had taken up writing as a career cause I can see that creativity in some of your postings) …I also think what motivates Farah most as a writer is largely greed (how he is gonna make money rather than how to produce an enjoyable work of art ). Simply put his work has no integrity in my eyes...And as a Somali who enjoys good writing I don't c a reason why I should celebrate or in that matter praise his work... To me he is like that boy who said to his mother, after years of his mother hoping and wishing for her son to say something for her, “mom can I do u”...Reading some of his works, Secrets for example, a novel about Somalis and their sexual obsessions with cows and their off-springs disgusts me.... I've read a lot of writers in exile, Mohammed mamdani, Edward Said, Wole Soyinke, Arundhoti Roy, Ali Mazrui , among others, and all speak of hope and expectations and ask thought provoking question and bring to the table lively discussions but Nuradin has yet to climb up the ladder and gain my respect and admiration as a reader of his novels.. I haven't yet seen his latest book LINKS which he is now promoting, of all places, in Minnesota but I could only hope that this one is not a sequel of his father-having-sex-with-his-son, or brother-doing-his-sister, or father-sneaking-for-a cow-in-the-middle-of-the-night thriller he wrote several years ago..(As for me I won’t buy this book but will wait till it is playing at the nearest public library)...

Are u guys concerned with the welfare of your fellow countrymen (wasting a precious valuable time around tea and Marfish houses) or u r so very selfconcious that u can't walk by somebody standing by the door of a shop because U R BEING WATCTHED...? This reminds me of a favorite old song of mine, Rockwell's Somebody's watching me...It goes like: I always feel that somebody's watchin' me And I have no privacy whoa-oa-oa I always feel that somebody's watchin' me Is it just a dream? When I come home at night I bolt the door real tight People call me on the phone I'm trying to avoid Well, can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid I always feel that somebody's watchin' me Hey, who cares though!!Let them b...the thing is though sometimes they could b handy.. say for instance if u get lost and need directions...to the Somali Riwayad in South 'Howl'

Thnx for the advice Cute..but am not really lookin for an indepth education within just two months of time..am merely trying to learn and understand the basics for now..that's all..U c an old friend of mine did this a year ago, he left for egypt, get enrolled in a school there and since then made some improvements with his studies. So it was basically him who encouraged me to come and register at one of the schools over there; A feet in the door..I think it's an adventure though but hope to b a rewardin one.. Insha'allah