looooooooool. Several days I have to abandon writing stories because a curious daughter who now learned how to read just likes to sit next to me and starts to read each line I type. Few minutes ago, I have to abondon a story because here she was again...And she gets when I switch to another page. ..Aabo, this is not what you were writing when I came. ...It was saying "why she wondered ..." Can I read that one kulahaa? No, aabo, that one is for the office, I say embaraased. :D

Malika;903204 wrote: I remember, reading Nurudiin Farah's book - The Crocked rib and discovering Somalis were after all 'human' with human tendencies..lol Dear Malika, you know Nuruddin's reputation among my folks?! right? They say the old man who gets his bread from pornography. I come from a VERY, VERY conservative family. Let alone a book that contains certain transgressions, they die of associational shame if they get to know their son under a false name is writing these types of stories. But a book need not be about sex or blasphemy, and there is room for some other book. I just feel everything you say -even on politics or culture - will just annoy people if you are candid. And without candidness, no book or story can break into the market.

Malika;902950 wrote: A&T - you need to write a book. SOL waqtiga haa iska lumiin. Dear Malika, and whose name shall the book carry?! I mean look at here. The most liberal and educated Somalis are in this forum and my stories are deemed vulgar, insulting and blasphemous. What do you think will happen if I include two paragraphs of this sort ( even sanitized) in a book? No! I want to spare my children the embarrassment and my parents the shame. I will compensate by annoying the zealots in this forum like my friend Sharmarke. haduu i soo weerari doonaa isagoo oodihiisa wata! Valneteenah - welcome back macaan.

Dhagaxtuur, believe me, as a reader romance is not a genre that I take five minutes of my time to read about. And I see sense in having the society you described. But as a writer, characters need to have life and not to look synthetic and too-perfect. I leave to the readers to judge if this story is as vulgar as you painted, but I think the main themes of the story are far more weighty than mere carnal narrations. The story is about inconsiderate husbands, unfaithful wives, stigmatized innocent children, superstition, hidden and badly diagnosed psycho-social traumas, scapegoating and failure to own up to our foibles and failures, blaming bad choices on supernatural entities, hypocrisy of the seemingly spiritual etc. All of these are realities we witness on a daily basis. How all these themes became a footnote and sensual references the main theme, I do not get it. Maybe it is us who want to read sex in everything. I don't think even the carnal tales are graphic. I can understand your anger if you are upset about the verses I referred to. But then you should say the references are blasphemous; you shouldn't say vulgar. Next time when I am writing for a Salafist column, I will write a Halal love story, insha Allah. Speaking of our culture and society ( the Pre- Salafist one), much more graphic details were and are exchanged through porms, songs and skits. Just listen to Omer Dhuule's shafka igu camcami or the contemporary sidaa doonto ugu galgo.

Thanks Stoic. Tallabo, are you confusing me with Professor Isse bro? He is the one talking about Satan, not me. Thanks for the kind remarks. Ngonge, some readers are more imaginative than others. Some may get the body that spoke, others need a bit more illustrations. @ the dog imitation, I am learning how to say things without saying them from you. And for fear of Juxa. Haatu, inaadeer sidee tahay. Hedde tolka qaldama hoos baa loola hadli jiree ma shirkaa lagu dhex caayi jiray? :D war ileen wuxuu sijui unbaa ahaa.

Part 2 On 24 November 1998 Enigneer Mursal arrived. After eight years of studies –where he has to do a language course for two years, four years of Bachelor’s and two years of graduate studies – he was a consummate engineer. Ruqiya did not see any man for the last six months and received him hungrily. Her transgressions were ultimately about feeding the family; save for the demons that tempted her at the start. The family reunited and lived a happy life. For one month, two months. By the third month, Mursal started to hear the rumours. The family members talked. The children harmlessly mentioned what they used to do “the nights mom was away”. And Ruqiya’s body started to speak to the now suspicious Mursal. Things he left small became giant; things that were tight became loose. The human body cannot wear and tear so quickly, Mursal’s agitated mind and envious heart established. The divorce happened in the fourth month. Ruqiya accepted the verdict with silence. And, with remorse and one more child in her belly. Mursal brought Ruqiya back after she delivered. It took his wounded heart six months to heal. Six months to forgive his errant wife. But, by this time, he was a flagrant cuckold – a husband of an adulteress – in the eyes of his community. The infamy bruised him more than the infidelity. The penitent Ruqiya never really recovered. Mursal never spoke about her perfidy again. But Ruqiya could never live with the guilt. Her man coped by living secluded. He shunned social life for the sake of his sanity and his family. More children followed. The grown-up children quickly started to get scalded with epithets that scar the mind. Ina-dhillo-casar (the daughter of the afternoon whore), Amina was called whenever she fights with peers. Ruqiya sought redemption and release from consuming guilt and consequent stress through Mingis. Like a drug addict who forgets the troubles of real life through shots of heroine, Ruqiya’s torment eases when she rants, roves, runs around and is restrained by relatives from taking her dress off during hypnotizing Mingis sessions; all of the action accompanied by the Taxaliil and Quran recitations of the Culumo (the Sheikhs). She abhors the sight of Sheikhs when she is not possessed. They remind her of Sheikh Bashir. Ruqiya – nowadays a mother of seven – sees a new Sheikh (reputed for treating Mingis) each month. The Mingis moments expiate her sins by distracting her from what goes in the real world. It gives her a transient mental reprieve from eternal greif. She feels better. The Mingis is the insulin her mind needs to stay sane. From time to time, desperate relatives take Ruqiya to doctors. One doctor posited that 99% of the time, Mingis is a symptom or a result of clinical depression. Ruqiya knows the Doctors are wrong. They don’t know that Satan is the source of all evils. It was Satan that made her an adulteress. It was Satan that is playing on her mind now. She can only chase the devil away through loud orations of holy verses. She understands why the verses do not heal her completely because Satan is not a bacteria. It cannot die. It lives with the spirit and therefore the prayers must be unceasing to take care of Satan’s intrusions. What more enemy afflicts the human heart than Satan? She says. “This world is full of i*d*i*o*t*s*”, she also says some days, such as when she heard Professor Isse – her second cousin’s husband – saying that Satan does not have a body or a colour. “It is our emotions and urges that we call Satan. Envy is Satan; lust is Satan; greed is Satan; hate is Satan; bad manners are Satan; temptations are Satan”, he was saying. What a fool! What a puny doubter! She sometimes feels the Satan urging her to reminisce the night Sheikh Bashir imitated dogs. And she shivers. Satan even makes her long for that filth. She closed her eyes and recited “Qul Acudu bi rabil falaq”. She saw Satan running away and ducking for cover.

Part 1 The cuckold was still a man when he married Ruqiya. He was not a cuckold in the beginning. Ruqiya's husband was away for eight years. She had three children from the cuckold when he decided to go to India for studies. For the first four years, she lived in longing and thirst. Some days when she was lucky, a man with a manly smell would sit next to her on a mini-bus and she enjoys nasal copulation, relishing the manly scent, the only sensual indulgence she can enjoy stealthily without social censure. She is a pretty woman, and she knows she deserved a better-looking man than the one she is married to. And to her distress, handsome men eat her with their eyes every time she goes to buy stuff for her kids. To know you are desired, and to desire better flavor than the one fate gave you, is a necessary condition for carnal moonlighting. To miss the lackluster but utilitarian cuddle of a consolation husband is a sufficient condition. Knowing that her thirst will not be quenched for four more years, Ruqiya at last decided that she can no long play a Mama Theresa. She is a fleshly woman and society has no right to draw a protective metal-grill around her loins. After all, their metal-grill is not metal but gossip and ridicule. Gossips don't kill; ridicule doesn’t disfigure. But, sensual deprivation numbs the mind; it wilts the body. Ruqiya started with afternoon eloping for furtive courtship. With one man. The attractive Sheikh Bashir. Sheikh Bashir was a devout man. He still wonders how a pious man, who doesn't look at woman at all, ended up clasping the sumptuous buttocks of Ruqiya. Confused, he admitted that there is nothing more powerful than Satan in this earth. "God is the underdog in this world. Satan is the ruler" he mused, before quickly banishing the blasphemous thought with a profound Astaqfurullah. Ruqiya then slept with Abdullahi Dhadi-diid. She did not quit Sheikh Bashir. She alternated between the two for three months. How times fly when we are not thirsty. How ephemeral joy is, and abiding thirst is. The coming four years suddenly seemed like four months to Ruqiya and she prayed Mursal adds one more study year to become an even more accomplished Engineer than he already is. Ah! The folly of thinking all men are alike. Would she ever have known that some men’s chests are like asphalted runways; others have chests that itch the cheeks like a sandy airfield! How would she have known that some men have firm backlines? That others have elastic waists that move so fast and feel so light that a woman can shoulder it for weeks without feeling burdened? “They don’t have standards and quality certification for human body. How unfair!” There are men with one-star loin; there are others with five stars. She discovered. That wasn’t the only discovery. Soon Ruqiya learned that there are men who give more than fleshly gratification: money and materials. The balding Bootaan was uglier than Mursal, but he gave Ruqiya money. He paid for her children’s books and school fees at a time the paltry contributions her husband was sending was not enough to cover the needs of the family. Bootaan, Jonathan Kimeu and the aging Indian,who owns Devali super-market, all offered Ruqiya more than money. They gave her moral rationalizations for her sexual irredentism. She needed to feed her children. She needed to relieve the pressure off her struggling student husband. Overnights soon replaced the afternoon trysts. One night, at the start. Two and three nights, later. Relatives who assisted by staying with the children the nights she was away noticed the ethical laxity. Even her elder daughter started to hear bad insults from neighbourhood teenagers. “Where is your mama this afternoon?” They ask the six year old Amina. “She went to the market. She is buying clothes for us”, Amina replies. At that, the teenagers laugh. And say things she doesn’t understand. She doesn’t know what shermuuto is. The day she asked her auntie what it is, she was hit with a stick and warned not to learn bad words.

Naag baa iyadoo nin sikhraansan ag fadhida ay neef ka fakatay. Waxay is tidhi bal in uu ninkan cabsan dareemay iyo in kale kala hubso. So, she asked: " Faaraxoow, maanta bal jawiga ka waran"? He replied: "Jawigu wuu qasan yahay; haday sidan ku sii socotana xaar baa inoo di'i doona. "

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Please put this in context for me so that I can understand what it is about. Waa qoloma Mareeg State, Ilkajir se waa jilibkee?

Passerby, possible. But my task here is to present facts not to analyze the future of ONLF. My views on that is well known. If ONLF crumbles it won't be because of defections like that of Abdinur. It is because it would have failed to reframe its struggle to current problems and not to problrms that are no longer there. I spoke to people inside the region and they are bitter and do not support the puppet regional regime. I was surprised by their utter dislike of the regime , honestly. And despite the talk of development, the town I was born now gets 6 hours of electricity every two days; in 1988, it used to get 6 hours every day. Call Dhagaxbur and confirm this. As long as there is bad governance and oppression, the struggle for justice will continue. With or without ONLF. The ultimate solution is not to engineer defections but to address the core questions of the people. You seem to forget that! Apo, the O name is divise, the O leadership is confused, the policies they are following are wrong. They need to fight for a democratic Ethiopia alongside other equally oppressed Ethiopians. Not as a tactical game, but genuinely. There is a growing realisation that unless all ethnic-based rebel groups embrace nationalist policies snd come togather, the TPLF reign of terror and secterian looting will continue.

First of all, I know Habesha's keep grudges, so I am amazed by your acceptance of the apology. Shows the lot are starting to civilize! Second, all my intention was to correct the falsehood in the news you posted. If you add ONE more name to that of Abdinur, I am ready to retract and agree with you. Where is and of what use is Ma'ow today? Please do tells us. Abdinur's defection is not unexpected; in fact, a month ago, h was accused of being an implant of ethiopian security and was expelled by a community tribunal, but the decision was reversed by the top ONLeaders. I knew him and my feeling is that he was genuine but got disillusioned with the organization. No need to demonize him. I wish him good luck. But let the facts be known. I believe his defection won't be the last unless the front comes up with new politics, which I don't think they will.

No doubt the ONLF is weakened largely because of its divisive label and myopic strategies. But the so-called faction is a one man defection, a lower level representative. Abdinur has gone alone. There were rumors that he was working with the Ethios even before he changed sides. He is also a close relative of Abdi Iley. Yet, no one can deny that the ONLF is in the deep end. But just wanted to clarify the truth and tame the excitement of this Woyane boy. Passerby, ba qadam yiqrta biyalahu concerning the Sebatengna joke. I apologized on the same thread. I explained why I made that joke and What I said is the truth. Beterefe, Ye Woyane chawatan indhe zena adirgeh ataaqrib! It is shameful to present propaganda as news. And by the way did you hear about the Ginbot 7 armed wing which was established this week?

Abwaan, tareeysadu waa marka looxa laga soo bixi waayo. Marka wa shamsu la gaadho waa hal saban ah ama F-1 laga shanqadhinaya. By the way, the place is Dhuusamareb and the teacher is guarding against Che's friends the Alshabaab.

Xinnfanin, just did what you suggested. Blue, Reeyo iyo Ambassador, thank you very much brothers and sisters midkaa tihiinba. Idin kala garan maynee guuleeysta.

The Macallin doesn't kill you if miss one mad or shad, but you are guranteed a tareeyso over your head to make you rethink.

IQRA!...hadii kale....AK-47 ! No stick sorry! ....Who do you think you are messing with? :D

Oba, sorry brother. I did not see your question. Maybe, it is because I saw Bluelicous, markaan arko yartaa waxbaa arko. I don't speak canfari. But i can check for you. Apologies bro.

Blue, no, no, no, ha u tagin ninkaa. No way. Lahadal ama PM ugu *** ama send it by email to him if you have his contacts. Also why do you feel jealous? Adiguba maad anaga naga sheekaysid oo aad jealous ka dhigtid isaga?

Now, Blue,let not be philosophical about as simple matter as love. If the English hasn't done it, let me try Somali: :D Hooriga la sheegiyee Hebad liita ma ihiye Hanti nin aan lahaynoo Habranaaya ma ihi Waxaan ahay nin hanadoo Fulinaaya hawshee Ma ii hagar baxdaa? Kii xumaa ee meesha kula joogay ee Carafaat ahaa la kaasho oo bal heestaa ka soo jawaab.

Some people are just amazing. This is a drama, one acted superbly. Why talk about cross-dressing and whatnot?! Must we look at every issue with an Anglo-Saxon lens? Many brainwashed kids in this forum are guilty of this, but Nin Yaaban showcases extra diligence in his sheepish submission to Western idiosyncrasies. In Somali culture, what the boy did is acceptable and even appreciated. Nin Yaban doesn't see any problem when Eddie Murphy acts as old woman; even finds Martin Lawrence funny in Big Mama, but if a somali does the same, he invokes etiquettes that are not relevant to Somali context. Could it be the prison that turned him into this white- worshipping, self-denigrating poor soul?

Jacaylbaro;900662 wrote: Behind every satisfied woman, there is a tired Man .............. :D a completely drained man! This is the Quote of the Millennium, JB.

Muxuu yidhi ninkii ceelka shubayey? Yaa ikala jara, oo salka i dhiga, oo dhexda i dhiga, oo darka i dhiga! Likewise, yaa ikala jara, oo in islaanta u reeba, oo in Bluelicious u geeya, inta kalena hablahaa canfarta ah kula dhex dhaca! :D But Carafaat, afar girls are like Somalis, marka if one is looking for a change from Xaliimos, Afar is not a good idea.

Wyre, Asiyo Belema is a Shoa Oromo chant played during holidays. Of late, various singers have adapted it and use it as entry into their songs. I think the first singer who san it was Tilahun Gessese. Teddy Afro and others have also done renditions. I don't know the singer in the clip you shared but to me it doesn't look like a proper song. It looks someone is playing different chants because Hoye hoye is also a different chants kids do during one of the Ethiopian holidays. So, he is mixing Asiyo Belema which is played by Oromos with Hoya hoye which is Amharic. Bluicious, Whatever! That song is for you. I am repeating it here and now: I am not in love.

Dear Juxa, you can not possibly keep the man with the stick for two consecutive nights when he requested for a union and expect to be called a wife and a husband for long!! More so when it does not require any physical prepaeations on your part to grant his wish. Unless your reationship has deteriorated so badly that the marriage is in crisis, no responsible woman will refuse to part her thighs for her lawful husband. If she does that, and he goes and hits the maid to relieve himself of the pain, who is to blame? Marka, let us be real and talk about real cases, not hypothetical scenarios.