Salaan... I'd rather write a book about it Jamaal, duqa, I would kindly like a second position of it, if it is available--and possibly, the co-authorship position. Intee laga bilabaa lakiin chapteryaasha? Tiyiisaha? Isboolaha? Gantaalaha? Kubka? Or perhaps, each chapter might have its own section dedicated one of each of the above mentioned departments. Heey, I very much like the tiyiisaha department. It is so nooh, so I am serious. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Originally posted by Haaruun: bugle, imbili, gariir, and baliil are my fav. sport.....qofkii garanaya ayuun baa garanaya LooooooooooooL Haruun. Kaaba anaa kula aqaano yaqeey. Kuwaan aa kugu daraa fiiri bo: Garaangar, Ladhuu, Boojo, Jar-Duqeed, Ciyaar-Biloow, Kadhimeey Kadhim, Kuun Kuun, Nacash Nacash, Gariir {boys play it too :cool: }. Ar bas waaye. Kuwa kalaa jiro waa lagu soo daraa. Ar dankis yaqeey, balaayo aaba isoo xasuusisay. Oh, the childhood memories. Oh, the nostolgia. Ilaahoo Soomaaliya kadhig sidee ahayd ama ka fiican: Aamiin!! Faataxada soo mara nooh, maraxiin. Waji kaakiyaal waaxidiin. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... War dhamaadey. This is her very true picture. She is a very gorgeous, isn't she? ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Your lists are sadly funny. Good grief. Now, the other list: spoken thought civil war study break near future virtual reality sure bet new antique almost exactly dark day paper towel long shorts cold fever serious comic half empty absolutely unsure sad smile distant relative fast walk old news talk show bankrupt millionaire

Originally posted by raula: ...and when I mentioned bout them singers..is there any substantial critism that exists on their side except that they have crossed an islamic "bridge" that forbids them to do this??? Rawla, first, welkam back walashiis. In Islaamic shareeca, sister, there are, I guess if I remember them rightly, five categories that governs every Muslim's move: compulsory or obligatory {farad} encouraged {mustaxab} permissable {mubax} discouraged {makruux} and prohibited or forbidden {xaraam}. And our scholars unanimously agreed modeling of any kind is forbidden {xaraam} completely. We therefore should neither encourage those who do, nor should we praise or congratulate them. We let them know it is haraam, period. True, it is what they do, and the final judgement doesn't rest on us. But we tell as it is. And frankly enough, this girl seems to know that fine line of xaraam of what she is doing now. Back to the issue of singing; singing is not unanimously agreed by our wonderful scholars. Some say it is, to an extent, allowed. Some say it is discouraged. Some say it is completely forbidden, unless there is no instrument or voice-only that cannot incite people to do something forbidden or discouraged. So, unlike modeling which the scholars has a clear stand, singing on the other hand is a bit controversial. It all depends on how some define that word. _________________ Libaax and Wadani: Those pictures you provided are NOT her. She looks a typical Soomaali, only extra caato. I had seen her two years ago on this local station. The show was about Soomaalis in Toronto, and how they differ. So, she and her then boyfriend represented to those who were considered leftists. Anyway, what she does is her job and to Allaah, none of our daily business. ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... This morning, when I read my usual paper, The Toronto Star, this story stroke me like a...{gasp! :eek: gasp! :eek: }. And why not share it with you. ______________________ Race no barrier, model finds But Muslim modesty in conflict with racy runway designs By David Graham Fashion Writer PARIS — Toronto's Yasmin Warsame may be entering the rarefied world of celebrity in which she can be identified only by her first name. In international modelling circles she is already known simply as Yasmin. There is a constant whir of activity in the slick Next modelling offices on the fifth floor at 188 Rue de Rivoli across the street from the famous Louvre museum. But even among the extraordinarily attractive men and women who mill, smoking cigarettes and chatting on cellphones, and the floor-to-ceiling displays of comp cards of the models Next represents, Yasmin emerges as someone who transcends mere beauty. In faded jeans, a black tank top, jean jacket and tan loafers she appears almost regal. "She is one of the most beautiful black women I have seen in the past 20 years," says her Paris agent Caroline Perdrix. "She is in the category of the absolute best," she adds, citing only Iman (now married to David Bowie) and Waris Dirie as possible comparisons. All three women hail from Somalia. All the while, Yasmin is trying to remain calm, taking her meteoric rise one day at a time, not wanting to think too far into the future for fear of jinxing everything. For the past three weeks, she has been concentrating on her job — "walking those clothes down the runway ... and not falling," she laughs, seated at the Café Ruc, just around the corner from Next. Born in Mogadishu 23 years ago, Yasmin moved to Toronto in 1993. She went to school, worked at odd jobs, married and had a child before she was 20. Her four-year marriage ended just a few months ago, but Yasmin says she remains on good terms with her ex-husband. He takes care of their 3 1/2-year-old son, while Yasmin pursues a dream that she and her agents believe could alter the course of her life. Yasmin struggled as a model in Toronto, picking up assignments here and there for Fashion, Wedding Bells, Birks and The Star's fashion section. While many stylists and editors recognized her beauty, there simply wasn't enough work in Canada to sustain a career, particularly because her look was so high couture, so international. Her Canadian agents at Next decided it was time to introduce Yasmin to the big leagues. This summer, they went for broke and unveiled her as nothing less than a haute couture model. In Paris, she was given a crash course by Jay Alexander, the man who has taught almost every supermodel one of the seemingly simplest tasks — how to walk. The gamble paid off. During the fall couture shows in Paris in July, the buzz began. Eight design houses, including Yohji Yamamoto, Chanel, Balmain, Ungaro, Givenchy and Valentino, hired Yasmin to work their runways. There were photo shoots, including one in Harper's Bazaar by Karl Lagerfeld and another for British Vogue. And then, during the spring/summer 2003 collections, which started in New York in September and ended in Paris last week, curiosity about the skinny black girl from Toronto exploded. Yasmin was hired for a few shows in New York, then 13 in Milan and an amazing 16 shows in Paris. According to Perdrix, American Vogue editor-at-large André Leon Talley is convinced Yasmin is a rare find and is intent on making sure all the right people know it. Yasmin left Paris for New York immediately after the collections ended. She modelled at the VH1/Vogue Fashion Awards, which aired Tuesday evening. And on Saturday she was photographed by Steven Meisel for an American Vogue spread on the designs of John Galliano, scheduled to be published this winter. "It's all so new and frightening," she says, with a mock-shock look on her face. From brushing shoulders with Gisele on Valentino's slick, Plexiglas runway to the plate of blood-red steak tartar that's just been placed in front of her, it's all a little unnerving. Yasmin eats. This might come as a surprise to the clients and editors in Canada who rejected her because of her weight. "They told me all the time that I'm too skinny. It hurt my feelings," says Yasmin, barely concealing that the hurt is morphing into resentment. Though she may live in Toronto, it is beginning to sink in that she may never work in Canada again. But apparently what Toronto didn't want — her graceful comportment, exotic manner, lanky frame and impossibly long neck — the world craves. "My weight and my look were an obstacle in Toronto," she says. "I can't help but feel a little betrayed." Yasmin is almost 6 feet tall, her measurements 32-24-35. In any other world, such dimensions would elicit unwelcome stares. Here, she is exactly what they are looking for. Though Yasmin and her agent lament she is not making "phenomenal money" now, the potential is growing. "It's all about getting her seen and making sure she is connected with the right clients. No one is making the kind of money they did in the late '80s," says Perdrix. Still, Yasmin's daily rate has been established at $8,000 (U.S.). It will grow from there. There are barely a handful of black models on the runways here. But the colour of her skin hasn't been an issue for Yasmin. Rather, she has had to struggle with her Muslim religion, which commands women to be modest, particularly in their dress. Yasmin says her mother, who still lives in Somalia, is happy that she's successful. But as much as possible, Yasmin tries to shield her mother from the whole story, the chic lifestyle and racy clothes. "She is aware to some extent but the bottom line is my religion does not support what I do. Muslim women are to cover themselves and modelling doesn't quite do that. I am not so religious, but I respect my religion. My parents were never very strict about such things and encouraged their children to be independent." Yasmin is the youngest of 12 children who live all over the world. Her father died two years ago. It's this independent spirit that helps Yasmin suffer the gruelling schedule of as many as four shows a day in Paris, the hair stylists who don't know what to do with her short, chaotic hair and the makeup artists who have little experience with black skin. "The other girls are friendly. And they'll give you advice if you ask for it. But no one is here to babysit you." Her agents tease Yasmin that she might get a big head considering the attention she has drawn. Yasmin shrugs it off. On one side of her comp card, Yasmin is dressed as a fierce, Mad Max-styled warrior in plush furs, splotches of inky paint on her face and strings of tiny shells dangling from her head. It was part of a photo shoot that appeared in Vogue Pelle, the Italian Vogue magazine geared to leather and fur fashions. She flips the card over. Pointing to a photo of herself that appeared in Toronto's Fashion magazine, Yasmin underscores her other persona, the one she's more familiar with. In the photo, Yasmin stands gracefully in a short Gucci dress holding hands with her young son. He's shirtless in jeans and a firefighter's helmet. She rubs her index finger over his tummy. "All I have to do is look at that face and I'm brought right back to Earth. He's such a boy, such a little man. It's tough being away from him." After all, he has never known her as Yasmin Warsame, or even just Yasmin. He's only known her as "mom." From the Toronto Star ______________________ I wish if I had shown you her photos, which were splashed, four of them, in the Fashion section of that paper. Unfortunately, the Toronto Star's website doesn't carry the printed photos.

Salaan... Hadaaba wax kale soo xasuustey. Why not share with you some of the people I had known the last five years real nick names. They are real. And here they are: Gagadoome {don't ask me how he walks } Sakariya Sakaraad {he is so caato, even a strong wind would and could knock him off} Quful {I don't know why though, because he ain't a quite quiet guy, nor is he a silent, actionless man} Dhimbil {is anyone out there who remembers what dhimbil means? Dhinbil is waxa dabka kasoo fa-faniini jirey dhuxusha markii la shidaayo. I don't know why this guy was given that nick though, but one thing was sure and clear: he was so UUL or MADOOW} Dhiblaawe {he is in his 60s, and he is called dhiblaawe. I don't know when he would retire for good, and stop his dhib}

Salaan... I kinda always liked Al-Jasiira. The first time I heard it was then back when the shirkii Jabuuti was in process. And one night they had an exclusive interview with C/qaasin Salaad Xasan. And heey, you can learn Carabic by watching and listening it. A good Carabic may I add. And if this unneeded war {God forbid} starts let by this dimwit mad cowboy, I hope Sadaam Xuseen would never let any other major media, especially Western ones, inside where he controls but only to Al-Jasiira, as the Talibans did. It will benifit the network, and we will at least see an honest reporting. SHEEKH YUSUF AL-QARADAWI and other programs like MINBARUL JAZEERA. Muraad, brother, Sheekh Yuusuf Qadraawi has his OWN show in that network? WooW! :cool:

Salaan... Its bad enough y'all living in a fantasy when you are in this forum, all nice to each other, trying to protect one another and now y'all made a list of who you want to meet, waan ooooynoooyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: You really need to be given more canbaro-rolling eyes. And what else should we say than: Where the residents are modest, the house is big enough. {Serbian proverb} Welkam, my good lady. War iga fuq dheh hee.

Salaan... Hokey, hokey, hokey. Ma shopping maa la idinka cel celinaa bo. Now, let's all chill. And the $$ is on me. Great, yeah. Now, where should we start from? What did you say, Aamina? Oh, the Body Shop. Sure. Let's move all. You must all follow me, or no shopping for you, understood???. Hmm...good taste, girl. Smells good. Nah, don't ask them how much. Just buy it. Xooq it now. Lakad, sharaab. Don't ask anything. None of your business. What??!! Not your taste? Who asked you? Sharaab. Shuut. Your turn and store will come, can you be patient man until then. Good. Now, who's is next? Barwaaqo, hokey. Which store--oh, the Banana Republic. Hokey. That fits you, Barwaaqo. Good. Now xooq it. Don't worry the price, just xooq it. God. Yaa anti-capitalist wax la shop gareyn jirey? Maan. What, Rock's Chick? Oh, you want to go that store? La Senza Girl one? Sure. Good on you. It sensibly fits you. Xooq it. What say you, Kool-Kat? You can't wait??!!! Just a second, girl. God. Yaa waxaan shopping usoo wadi jirey. Now, what store you said you wanted to see? Le Chateau, Esprit, and the jacobs?? Hokey. That seems good. Lakad, what are you muttering about? "She is going to three different stores." None of your business. What did I tell you hadaayi? God. Will you then sharaab now. Baliis!! Dankis. Now, Kool-Kat, it is good on you, and xooq it. Where is he now? That Lakad guy. Where is that madax adeega? Yeah, you. Name your store now. What!! Mecca???? Kamoon, man. Hana ceybeynin. Kac. Name another one. Foot Locker? Sure. Now, that running shoes fits you. And it is Nike, great. Xooq it. Who is left now? The Legend. Legends do not shop. Oh, you just want some funitures. Sure. Which store? Oh, that one. The Bombay Company. Sure. Wiiiiw. Finally, it is finito. Ciyaal yaa shopping usoo wadi jirey hortibo. Oh, we forgot hooyo. Yes, hooyo, maxaa tiri? Suuqa aa rabaa aah? God. Hooyo, suuq ma'aha meeshaan. Mall waaye. Yaah! Dhar huudheey aa raadinaa aah? Hooyo, hooyo, meshaan sugunto maano ma lagu gado. "Iska daaya, dooni maayo." Yaa Allaah. Hooyo ha xanaaqin oo saas ha dhihin. See waaye. Ar hooyo soo qabta maxaa meesha la taagan tihiin, madax kuusyaal. ___________________ Now, that is a shopping experience. How cool of it. :cool:

Salaan... It only means more trips to the shops A slight correction, Buubto walashiis. True, more trips to there. But, it is not shops, it is suuqa. Now, get your danbiil. Kistii masruufka maantana waa tanaa. What! Wax kusoo dar? Ar soco aa ku dhahay. Ar horta Xaaji Xuux Kawaanle meeqo uu nagu lee yahey yaqeey? Ay Maanana meeqo dhalo dhuceey ay nagu leedahay? Ar deentii waa badatee. Maanta labadoodba u gooy, ee kistoo qodaar oo aan ku sameysan karno dilac bilaash iyo nuskiilo baasta bariila nosoo gad. Now, that is SUUQ, not shopping.

Salaan... Sorry guys...I just had to bring up this thread again. Any more advice from all the new additions? Barwaaqo, you still do want to note latest advices regarding this, ehe? So to see how good your notes are, may I therefore have your number, baliis. I promise I would call you--right after I jot down. But, a long distance? Darn, noo. If it is free, sure. Or a collect call. Cadnaan: Lucky of you! See, I once gave my real 10-10-321 to this girl. And it was true. With my anxiety, she didn't call the whole next seven days. I cooled down, and thought, 'well, life goes on.' However, she called the eighth day, and this is how it went: Ani: Haloow. Iyada: Af dheere, dankis for the real number, and jaaw. Ani: :confused: Iyada: Qalab! {hanged up} See, how lucky you are. You hadn't even been called, let alone had been told how AF DHEER/WEYN/YARIIS you are. Like this Gis dheh, LoL. ________________ Seriously, brother, I don't really give my number to any xaliimo. She must know me INNERLY first, and then we should talk about the possibility of exchanging numbers. Not any xaliimo you see in one occasion, in one aroos, ruwaayad, etc. ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Not that bad. Good. Just relax. If you thought it was that rough, well wait until you see these signs posted throughout the world. __________________ A cocktail lounge, Norway: LADIES ARE REQUESTED NOT TO HAVE CHILDREN IN THE BAR. At a Budapest, Hungary, zoo: PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS. IF YOU HAVE ANY SUITABLE FOOD, GIVE IT TO THE GUARD ON DUTY How kind of you. A doctor's office in Rome: SPECIALIST IN WOMEN AND OTHER DISEASES. Specifically, in WOMEN only, mind you. Talyaani shaxaari eh maxaa u dhiman. A hotel's sign, Acapulco, Mexico: THE MANAGER HAS PERSONALLY PASSED ALL THE WATER SERVED HERE. Yeah, right. The water passed through personally on his belly. Information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner, Japan: COOLES AND HEATES: IF YOU WANT CONDITION OF WARM AIR IN YOUR ROOM, PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELF. Control, indeed. Car rental brochure, Tokyo: WHEN PASSENGER OF FOOT HEAVE IN SIGHT, TOOTLE THE HORN. TRUMPET HIM MELODIOUSLY AT FIRST, BUT IF HE STILL OBSTACLES YOUR PASSAGE THEN TOOTLE HIM WITH VIGOUR. Whatever that means. I am sure that isn't a brochure from Avis or Budget. Sign in men's rest room in Japan: TO STOP LEAK TURN COCK TO THE RIGHT. My pe-is to the right??? :confused: I don't pee while standing, dankis. In a Nairobi restaurant: CUSTOMERS WHO FIND OUR WAITRESSES RUDE OUGHT TO SEE THE MANAGER. It is a must. Or else. On the grounds of a private school somewhere in U.S.: NO TRESPASSING WITHOUT PERMISSION. How can I trespass without permission in the first place? God. On a highway in U.S.: TAKE NOTICE: WHEN THIS SIGN IS UNDER WATER, THIS ROAD IS IMPASSABLE. Too late. A poster by a literacy group: ARE YOU AN ADULT THAT CANNOT READ? IF SO, WE CAN HELP. How do you read that if you can't read? Maan, people are getting weird. In a some city's restaurant post: OPEN SEVEN DAYS A WEEK, AND WEEKENDS TOO. Now, that is NINE days to my calculation. A sign seen on an automatic restroom hand dryer: DO NOT ACTIVATE WITH WET HANDS. Aaaaah, what did you say?? How in heck should I do it then? In a maternity ward: NO CHILDREN ALLOWED. It is like saying no elders are welkam in Retirement Homes. In a Tokyo bar: SPECIAL COCKTAILS FOR THE LADIES WITH NUTS. Am I nuts?? Kac. Oh, you mean loos? Hotel lobby, Bucharest, Romania: THE LIFT IS BEING FIXED FOR THE NEXT DAY. DURING THAT TIME, WE REGRET THAT YOU WILL BE UNBEARABLE. Don't you understand? We said you are unbearable, leave our hotel immediately. Or else. Hotel elevator sign, Paris: PLEASE LEAVE YOUR VALUES AT THE FRONT DESK. Aha? A Hotel sign, Yugoslavia: THE FLATTENING OF UNDERWEAR WITH PLEASURE IS THE JOB OF THE CHAMBERMAID. :confused: In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian Orthodox monastery: YOU ARE WELCOME TO VISIT THE CEMETERY WHERE FAMOUS RUSSIAN AND SOVIET COMPOSERS, ARTISTS, AND WRITERS ARE BURIED DAILY EXCEPT THURSDAY. Soviets are still alive. Heey Cowboy Bush, leave Sadaam Xuseen or Cusama, the Soviet are still out there. And they are dying everyday, so get them quickly. A Supermarket sign, Hong Kong FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, WE RECOMMEND COURTEOUS, EFFICIENT SELF-SERVICE. Really? Wow, thank you. But, who is serving whom? By me? To me? In an East African {is this the Daily Nation from Nairobi?} newspaper: A NEW SWIMMING POOL IS RAPIDLY TAKING SHAPE SINCE THE CONTRACTORS HAVE THROWN IN THE BULK OF THEIR WORKERS. Nice headline, Mr Editor. Hotel, Vienna, Austria: IN CASE OF FIRE, DO YOUR UTMOST TO ALARM THE HOTEL PORTER. A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest: IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN ON OUR BLACK FOREST CAMPING SITE THAT PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT SEX, FOR INSTANCE MEN AND WOMEN, LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE TENT UNLESS THEY ARE MARRIED WITH EACH OTHER FOR THIS PURPOSE. Now, I agree with that. Nothing wrong. But, but is there any other people in this world with different sex that requires for instance men and women?? Hotel, Zurich, Switzerland: BECAUSE OF THE IMPROPRIETY OF ENTERTAINING GUESTS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX IN THE BEDROOM, IT IS SUGGESTED THAT THE LOBBY BE USED FOR THIS PURPOSE. You can't have a little in your hotel room. Noo. But, in the lobby, yeah, it is hokey. A laundry in Rome: LADIES, LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES HERE AND SPEND THE AFTERNOON HAVING A GOOD TIME. Oooooh, yeah. Where are my faaraxis. Maan. :cool: Tourist agency, Czechoslovakia: TAKE ONE OF OUR HORSE-DRIVEN CITY TOURS. WE GUARANTEE NO MISCARRIAGES. Heey, tourist, are you pregnant? If so, we guarantee there is absolutely no miscarriages in our business. Advertisement for donkey rides, Thailand: WOULD YOU LIKE TO RIDE ON YOUR OWN A*S? Aw, yeah. Is it a good a*s??? Yac. The box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong: GUARANTEED TO WORK THROUGHOUT ITS USEFUL LIFE. Cajiib. In a Swiss mountain inn: SPECIAL TODAY--NO ICE-CREAM. Airline ticket office, Copenhagen, Denmark: WE TAKE YOUR BAGS AND SEND THEM IN ALL DIRECTIONS. Baliis, no. My good cali falaaxis are in those bags. A sign in a mountainous road: FALLING ROCKS DO NOT STOP. When are they going to stop? When they hit me? A faxed letter: IF YOU DO NOT RECEIVE THIS FAX, PLEASE CALL. Well, I received, what should I do now? Bini Aadanaa.

Salaan... listen mma, can i use some of those jokes for ma school newspaper, we trying to create this somali newspaper 4 ma school, and I think those jokes would be fery fery funny. Sure, walashiis. They weren't even mine. Some of them are on the net, not mine too, and corresponding of my earlier saying oo ahayd waxaa soo 'shaxaadey' waaye. So, anyway, by all means, adaa leh. _________________ Maraxoo aa kabalyeeri laga dhigay oo Xamar ay ahayd. Waana ku cusbaa magaalada. Shaqadiisana laba bari ay u socotey. Maalintii labaad aa aqiyaartoo usoo galeen, oo sheekadaan dhex martey: Kabalyeeriga: Soo dhawaada, walaaliyaal. Maxaa idiin keenaa? Aqiyaarta: Duqa, marka hore galaas isbarmuuto noo keen lee. Kabalyeeriga asoo wax kale weydiin waa baxay oo waa dooney. Lakiin makuu fahmaa hee ereyga isbarmuuto. And he was trying to act like a so-reer-magaal, so he went away, acting as though he knew what isbarmuuto meant. Waa soo noqdey saying, "Walaaliyaal, imika waa inaga dhamaadey. Wax kale ma dalban kartiin?" Aqiyaarta: Haye kaabe, hada noo keen lee kistoo buskeeti iyo baasto, cabitaankana kadhig sharaab. Toogtaan waa ku taagan tahey. Labo erey ma fahmin: Buskeeti iyo sharaab. So, he can't only bring the only word he understood, which was baasto. Nah, he can't do that. So, again, acting like a reer magaal, he went away to the kitchen. Staying a couple of seconds behind the door, and coming back to his customers, telling them, "Walaaliyaal waan uun ka xumahay, imika bee inaga dhamadeen. Ma wax kale oo dalban kartiin maa jidhto?" Markaan dhalinyaradii mid la socdey aa fahmey xariifka. Kii dalbaayi intuu hoos ugu sheegay uu dhahey, "Ii daa xariifkaan waa ku taagan taheee mana fahmin ee waa tijaabinaa fiiri." Aqiyaarkii: Haa, macalinka, noo keen fuundi iyo faryaamo He went away again. And did the same thing. Coming back saying, "Walaal, aad baan ugu xumahay, hada buu dhamaadey waxaa dalbatey, ee maxaad kale baa dooneysaan?" Maan. Marax la qabtey talo maleh.

Salaan... Yes, it is true. It is not Soomaalis deported to Soomaaliya. Noo. It is Soomaalis deported FROM Soomaaliya itself. It happened. And if you can't believe that, well you don't have to take my word for it. You can simply click here for that news from another website Apparently, they were deported because some thugs had kidnapped a car owned by some NGOs staff in Soomaaliland. And the admistration in that region were fed off with those thugs, whom they couldn't catch. Instead, they arrested other law-abiding folks, and they are considering to DEPORT them. :rolleyes: But the burning question is to WHERE? Aren't they Soomaalis? Aren't we all the citizens of Soomaaliya, and enjoy the benefits and luxury of living anywhere in Soomaaliya, without worrying about deportation. God. And I thought I could live even in Soomaali Galbeed or in NFD peacefully and without any worry about who I am or any tarxiil {even from Kenya or Itoobiya authorities}. But now, I don't think so. Another question of mine; say I visited to Burco or Berbera, would I be deported without me having a proper document? I mean, I am Soomaali, my blood says so. So is my skin. A further question: Say a person who hails from one of the major tribes in that region, but was born and raised in some other city in the deep South. But that person went back to that region, will that person immediately considered as a citizen of that specific region because of only of his/her qabiil? Again in a same situation, but slightly reversed: A person was born in Hargeysa, but that person do not belong any main clans in that region. What would his/her status be? Deported as well???? :eek: Well, this is something new to me then, honestly speaking. Don't get started any REGIONAL POLITICS in here. We all do know that, even as the name clearly says SOOMAALI-land. That is my land too. I am as Soomaali as any other one. So is it my land. What I really mean, though, is that even if that supposedly separate region, won't they allow ANY Soomaalis to live in there? Without any restraint or any qabiil linked. Oooh, it is another complete sovereign nation that has its own constitution. My bad. I didn't realize this then. I will check the United Nations' list of the world's countries, 'cause the last time I checked I hadn't seen a country named Soomaali-something on it. Heey, Soomaali-landers {or as the old folks used to call Soomaalileen}, don't get offended. I am kidding, of course. I just love EVERYWHERE Soomaalis live and co-exist. Nothing else. And where they prosper is really something that makes me proud. So whether in the North or South, or West or East, I am proud of the ENTIRE BANNER UNDER THE FIVE STAR NATION OF SOOMAALIYA! or Soomaali-land. :cool: Soomaali hanoolaato, hana israacdo, hana guuleysato. Ilaahoo ummadaa u sahal nabad quman oo qaboob: Aamiin!!! ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... LooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooL. Waraada kac mataqaaniin tutigiin. Camiraad aa keenteen meesha. Kamoon, I was talking about real nicknames that exist, not wax la iska soo aliftey. Barwaaqo: Ilka Maqas. LoooooooL. Was that supposed to mean how fierce teeth you got up there??????? See kuu kasey lee. What else do folks call you? Gacmo Burus? Fara Babis? Xaajiyo Dhagax? Jamaal: Ina S--l Weershe!!!!!!! LoooooooooooooooL. Waraa kac. Kac iyo yur. Mayaa, Kuunto Qalooc!! LoL. Maxaa kale tiri, duqa. Ina Gabar Ku kaadshe??????? Yaa salaam. Ani waxaa ogaa gabar lagu niikin jirey, kaadi mee sheekada gaartey. Muraad: Ar muraadkaa maa kasin bo. Maxaas tiri? Shuun Waraabe Bariis?????!!!! Bisinkoooo. Macbuudka iyo maradkiis. Shuun waala kasey, waraabena intee ka imaadey? Bariis aa hadana? Kuwaas dhan isku meel magalaan ee wax kale la imoow. Ani Shaneemo Shuun anoo yar ku dhuuman jirey oo Kaasa Balbalaare ku taaley, adi kadareey ahaa lakiin. Rock's Chicken {oobis}: Tuur Taako kulahaa. Naga daa bootada. Walax macquul keen meesha. Filsaneeyna waaka dartey bo, Xawaaji kulahaa. Mayaa Qurfu iyo Heel, mayaa Dhageyare. Lakad, adina waa camiranee yaal. Sheekadaa buur karoole latag. Stockholm: San tuuji aah?? Tuujiga ciyaalka loo dhigi jirey miyaa, mise wax kale oo la tuujinaayo waaye? Naga tag. Nuune, naga daa adina qaafka kale. Ar kuwaan aa ku daraa qabsada hee: Shariif Shukula {I assume you might know what shukul means. To me, shariif and shukul are oxymoron. They can't possibly co-named to one person. And yes, it is true nick. That name was on the news the other night. He was kidnapped or something bad happened to him. I just read from another website}. Qaarad Qaanjeerle. Shiir Sanbuus. Safiyo Fimidool {mayaa Tylenol, mayaa Aspirin, mayaa...}. Cagoboolo. Buunshe. Ismaciil Shiir Dooro Maan. Waji Ganbaleel {whatever his face looked like, this person must have a WEIRD face enough to be called that name}. Lugo Burjiko {I guess it is more than dalbo}. Haye, kan qaafkaan aa iska camiraa ee waligiin ma maqasheen: Sheekh Shaxaari. I am sure this nickname might exist in somewhere, but I don't know if I really heard it or not. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... I have an idea why don´t we have a "little tea party" at MMA´s crib Heey, heey, heey, wait a minute, will you? I live in cariish oo kor ka feedan and made from the mud of xaar lo. And my furniture consists of one thing: dirin. Dirin is my chair, I relax on it, study on it. Dirin is my dining room, I eat on it. Dirin is sali, I pray on it. Dirin is my bed, I sleep on it. And dirin is where I welcome to all my guests. It is their confortable cushion {at this time since no other thing is in there, I will stand as long as they are there}, and I welkam them all. So, if you all don't mind that--and I am sure some of you at least would mind--then sure, you are all welkam. And be my guests. Yes, each of you may bring his or her ganbar. Or his/her kursi jiif. That would be wonderful. And yes, also each of you might bring dhalo vimto {remember it? Yeah, how I miss it, fiimto dheh bo}. So, see, my life is simple. I live like that. The Legend of Zu would even envy my simplicity of life. That is his dream; in order to achieve that attainment, he went to as far as to ShiyangShiyang {Xinjiang} province, in the deep mountainous region of Shiinaha. Ahlaan, Kool-Kat, Barwaaqo, Canbaro-Luul, Stockholm-Lady and as of every good nomad on this site, I would really love to meet you all. But, I am maskiin, so I am a patient man. I would wait until the match is over. It is a match because it seems it is two-by-two one. So, I would go with partyaashii iyo nomadyaashii soo haro. I would hang out with them. :cool: Those would be enough with me. And I am sure that Canbaro-Luul, Kool-Kat, Stockholm-Lady, Barwaaqo, Ahlaan inee soo hareynin. Kuwa ugu horeeyo lala kaco aa tihiin. But, iradaa idinku sugaa, just in case kuwaa is raacdiin hadii aa isku soo saniftiin. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Most Soomaalis, in these days as was in old, use nicknames. Some are popular, and do last with that person, eventually even changing his/her real name to become the real name associated with that person. Ever wonder why we have weird qabiil names? Our forefathers never had these ‘qabiil’ names we use today; they used to have ordinary names, whether in Soomaali or Muslim. But, they had been given nicknames, which gradually and eventually became known as the qabiil’s name we know today. Today, Soomaalis do have peculiar nicknames. Some do match with the person, characterizing the person’s appearance, or his thoughts, or his behaviour, or his actions, etc. Anyway, is there any particular nickname that 'seemed' strange enough to you? If so, name it here hee. Back in my high school, we used to have two guys who used to have offensive nicknames. They were so nasty nicknames that don’t suit this family-oriented site. Anyway, I will spare the nastiest one, but I have to list the other, which is: Laxwase. :eek: Yaa Allaah!! And the funny thing is when you call the guy with that nickname, he would turn back as though just responding to his real name. I couldn’t really believe the first day when I heard others calling him that spiteful name and that he would respond positively. God, how Bini Aadenka are different. Other funny nicknames that I heard: Liiqliiqato {actually, a politician}. Miyiikoole. Sac Jibiye {actually a Chinese kaaba laadar character from a famous movie stared by Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan, which I don’t remember which one was now. That character would disjoint a cow’s neck, hence ‘sac jibiye’}. Abaloota-abaa-Abaana. Cagamadhige {a famous announcer; yeah that obnoxious guy who introduces every SINGLE new album from the Qurba these days, especially that Qabrigii Jaceelka album, kan ku haayo waaye Seynab Cige-Cige-Cige...And yeah, he lives in Toronto too, asagoona fitishaari dheer aa maalin walba arkee}.

Salaan... Funny, but walashiis, 'office work' does not concern us. Anaga waxaa tumnaa warehouse, so bring warehouse jokes. Possibly, drop that SunShine Girl from that tabloid. Yeah, in order to know the current events, we have to read that fake paper. Including that GIRL on the last page. LoooooooL. Yac dheh. Maan, that paper, how I hate it. I promised myself never, never buy it, let alone read it.

Salaan... Waraa, Haruuuun, LoooooooooooL. Kac waraa, xayoow faraha kaqaad hee. Xayoow kuwii waxaan soo alifey waaye, oo qatari saana eh. Laba xayoow aa sheekeysanaayi. Macoow aa Tooxoow weydiiyey, "Aree Toox, rajabeeto xay tartaa?" "Yihooy iga aamu." "Ar runteey waaye, rajabeeto xay tartaa?" "Eeh, Mac, yihooy hada ma ogid maa i dhihi rabtaa?" "Xaas kale hee." "Ar walax raaracee roojisaa ee iga aamu." God. Walax raaracee roojisaa!!!!!! Maan. Maalintii waxaas maqley, maalintaas dhan waa qoslaayi.

Salaan... ...as long as we got along in all other aspects. I hope I got it right on one aspect. O dear, on that aspect surely doesn't need any education. Assuredly, faarax can handle that for as certain as...his cali falaax. Whether even he has a Ph.D. from that old Oxford or he is a real geeljire. That OTHER ASPECT indeed is easy for faarax. God, it is one of these messages that I can't pass. Barwaaqo hoos aa noo gilisay, but we got it finely. Qatari cadiim runtii.

Originally posted by Shaqsii: Well I wanna meet ya all:) Why? Because you all alovely bunch of Cream De La Creme. Great pple. Shaqsi, brother, allow me to rephrase your sentence. "Well, I wanna meet ya all SISTERS. Why? because you are all alovely bunch of Cream De La Creme. Great pple." Dankis. That added word really do clarify and make a big difference. And we do understand it like that way. How perfect it is, too. Ooooh, God. Who do I want to see? Hmm...But, since I am baqeel oo $$ ka baxeynin, I ain't gonna meet no one outside of my street {forget about the xaafad or even in my city, I am talking about my square only }. If anyone lives down there, good. But, only two blocks to right and left must be the limit. Otherwise, I ain't gonna see no one. Well, let me see again. Tonight since I am full of xalwo iyo mac macaankeed, I am going to do a special thing. I will honour the good sisters! I will list most of them nomads; and nah, how they order doesn't matter, really since I am listing every nomad of her who posted close to or more than 50 posts with QUALITY, not only quantity--and that is the reason. Feel good with me then tonight. Noo. It doesn't mean I want to meet ALL of those. God, noo. As I said in the above, I would only meet those DOWN FROM MY BLOCK ONLY. So, now the list, it doesn't matter how they come to each other: Baydan Ahlaan Filsaneey Hibo Ismahaan Xafsa LadyFatima Najma Barwaaqo Honesita Aamina Muslima Buubto Ayaanick Rawla Tamina Barliin Libin Indhadeeq Rock's Chick Kool-Kat Wildcat Luula Ilhaan Oblivion Isra Stockholm-Lady Maandeeq Samiira Soul-Lady ___________________ Laa ilaaha, Illa Allaah. Masii wadaa wali?? Ar waa daaley ciyoowba. ___________________ Commonsense Kaamila Petite Scorpion-Sista Ashwaaq Raxiima-as-Soomaali Nubian-Queen Athena Nova-2002 Sparkle Nowaal Starlight Runaway^virgin Cushtic-Cutie Kruella Manaala-garaad-baa? Xamdiya Jawaahir Idil La-Morenita Caraweelo Canbaro-Luul Deeqo _________________ Well, guys, idinka I would love to list too, but hurdaa i qabatey. Soori yaqeey tutigiin. Perhaps, another night oo mac macaan aa ka dhargo. And heey, Admin., you too. I would've loved to include you too. But, you are not a sister. That is what I heard.

Salaan... My name is Xena AND I AM YOUR FUTURE WIFE it’s about time u showed up Iskoorbiyoo, why future? I am down right here. Present. If you are also Xena the Warrior, well trust me and believe me too that I am also Hagar the Horrible We fittingly, and to some extent, therefore, do match best. "You wish!" dheh hee. And when you said soul mate, I was thinking what a lucky guy I am. I thought you finally met your JINI. And go figure who is that JINOOLE. ____________________ Ar, that was really cool. Keep the spirit up. And you and kamaal we do all both wish you best, a perfect-like dream to come really true. Even if that was only in dream, let it be best. But, arooska lee hana qadinina baliis. Yeah, soorida too. ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Naa Hoogayeey. Alla Hooyooy. Fiiri hee, hooyadii hadii masuul noqon yaa dhiman? Macbuudkoow. Maya, maya. Anaa runta kuu sheegaayo ee si fiican ii dhageyso, hokey. _________________ Hooyo with a pair of shoes that is so high-heeled, and trying to make her best modest buraanbur move--GAW! Oobis, she fell: ₤150 Aabo with a Levi's jiinis dhakab eh under his macawiis, under his cali falaax: ₤100 Ayeeyo outdoing both of them with a tight-fitting goono and rajabeeto by Victoria's Secrets: ₤70 And children as wild :eek: as :cool: amused as all of them: Priceless!! There is something hooyo must NOT buy, for everything else there is the children.

Salaan... I dreamed a thousand new paths... I woke and walked my old one. A Chinese saying. ___________________ Jamaal, brother, enlighten me a bit. I did undertand that what you are trying to say or implying is that nomadism is for some reason related to aggresiveness or hostile environment? If so, well, I don't know. It might be true, since a nomad's life is always harsh, especially where the climate is humid and dry. ...from baydhabo janaay are less explossive in terms of atitude than others, unless forced You mean...? By the way, Soomaalis never appreciate the little things of life. In our root culture, I guess, we never had a chance to learn by appreciating life to the fullest. To anyone or anything. When we mean to praise, we critisize, even though in our heart we mean to admire that thing or person. That is the way it is. You rarely see a Soomaali that appreciates or applauds something. The harshest dacaayad is in the aroos. Howsoever you try to please your guests on your aroos, they will always have a way to discredit it. "Did you see her face? Too much boorbaro...Did you see the bride? She never deserved him...Did you eat the bariis? It was so qaleel, even ari ma cuni laheen!..." We enjoy that. ________________ Macsalaama!