seeing this topic I was wondering why Moti wants to know who is female and who is male. I came up with two reasons why he should want to know the gender behind the posts... He either wants to know all females because he is ready to find himself a xalimo and doesn't want ms perfect to go past him unnoticed in a macawiis disguise. Or, he has seen what seemed like a nice girl, only to find out that she had a beard and was indeed a he. Which one is it, me wonders

Someone needs to start a Not in my name campaign. All these Islamic organisations are taking an apologist point of view, being so quick with their sincere apologies and their well-wishes. What happened was bad and it affected everyone that was anywhere near the event. A bomb doesn't discriminate and kills anyone in its path, unlike police officers who are encouraged to discriminate in their search for the terrorist. So why should we apologise? Did we encourage the bombers? Do we know them? Aren't we pulling more attention to ourselves by these meaningless and constant apologies? Will they make a difference when the stop and searches are taking place? Will having such a letter of apology make one excempt from these humiliating, colour and origin based and public searches? Those of us living in London don't know these men, would have been as much a target for them if we were on those trains and busses (as certain nomads have indeed been) and wouldn't have been saved by being muslims. To top it all off, we have to pay the penalty for these men and their horrible and inhumane actions. So i really don't see why we should be apologising. One apologises when one does something bad. And doing so in this instance is a signed confesion by our community, to a degree...

Moti good 2 see you back in action adeer, this place has missed u, well, actually it hasn't...But that is besides the point. Nice topic, brought a smile to my face. Then I remembered your face, and that brought a giggling fit. But again, I am going off course...Nice topic old man, very creative, though you could have picked JLO or someone else to represent me. Laakin don't worry, I ain't mad atcha. I'm just glad there is no sumo wrestler named dawoco

Moti, when i said i wanted to be just like you, you didn't believe me. Now i am glad that i am ALMOST like you, maybe in time i will reach your level

but let me not catch you with anything, id be on your case. I wouldn't expect anything less than that from you And xaajiyoow waadba is adkeeysayee, I wonder how you would react if u were chased with weapons and shouted at. Somehow i have an imagine of a lugo baasto faarax jumping hurdles like in the olympics and saying bisinka and faataxada

Ya Binti Shawarma binti oil, Check this out eh, I never said anything like ‘My civilized country’ or ‘you living in a desert [Remind me Again if Kuwait wasn’t a desert, ] and backward country’, but I did say ‘in the civilized world’, which includes any country which has laws and rules. Is it me or is SOL trully becoming a place of af lagaado and edab daro? Afro, aboowe I wasn't expecting such malicious sarcasm from you of all people. It is right out of order, and disrespectful towards Og girl, specially since she never made a secret of her arabic roots. It was a cheap shot, bro, very much below you. I would run if some1 pointed guns at me, no matter where i was in the world. Anyone who will be arrested under the terrorism laws currently operating in England has a cause to be afraid of being caught, because they can detain you for as long as they wish. And they need to only be suspicious of you to do so. The saddest thing was seeing that Muslimah crying on live television, in the news today. Not only was she told that her son was dead, but that he probably is the cause of 26 other people dying in a horrible way. May Allah ease her pain, aamiin.

Lazy, thats cos u r a laaysiyad dhib badan Now go get a strong cup of coffee with 4 spoons of sugar and come back to the topic:p

While growing up we used to have lots of games, not board games like monopoly and so on. But games that were innovative in their own ways, and educational. The games I’m talking would seem basic compared to the games we see in toyshops and the ones Somali children living abroad nowadays play with. But somehow these “advanced†games aren’t as educational and beneficial to the children as the ones we used to play back home. I thought we could compile a list of games in this thread, in English, giving the Somali name of the game and its rules. Basically a step by step “demonstration-like†explanation of how the game is played, and the lessons it teaches the children. If we get enough people participating in this game, we will have a list big enough to function as a preservation of Somali games, so that those of us with children, nieces and nephews and younger siblings can try it at home. I want to start this topic with a game called Ciyaar bilaaw (exact translation would be “game, startâ€). It is a game that requires nothing more than 3 players or more. Now, before the game starts each player picks a number, if there are 3 players a number between 1 and 15, and so on. Each player plays with one hand, and can produce a number between 0 and 5, with the fist functioning as 0. I know it sounds a bit confusing and strange but those are the rules. Once the game starts all players sit in a circle creating an open space in the middle. That space functions as the game board basically. Let’s say 3 people are playing the game, they pick the numbers 5, 7 and 12. They start the game by holding their hands near their ears and saying “ciyaar bilaawâ€. When they say bilaaw, each player puts a number of fingers down on the space within the circle. Or a fist if they want to produce a zero. The objective of each player is the count of every1’s fingers to produce the number s/he has picked. In the case of the three players, let’s say one puts down 2 fingers, another 4 and the last 1 finger. The total would be 7 points, and the person that has chosen number 7 wins that round of the game. The losers have to put their hands together and hold it out for the winner to hit them with one hand, in turn. They have to hold their outstretched hands straight and have to miss being hit at the last moment. The winner, in turn has to try and break their concentration so that s/he can actually catch their out held hands before they withdraw it. S/he can do this by speaking to them and teasing them and so on. Every time the winner touches the loser’s hands, s/he can have another attempt at hitting them. As soon as the winner misses hitting all her opponents the game is resumed. And each opponent has to second guess what the other players will put down as points and try to manipulate the game so their number comes up. If number that nobody has chosen comes up, the players repeat the process until some1 wins the round. This is a social game, and not as “savage†as it may seem. The hitting on the outstretched hands is not violent and painful, and an adult should play with the children to supervise them. This game teaches the basic maths to children, as each has to count how much fingers is put down in the middle, otherwise they won’t know if their number has come down. Also, it teaches the children about quick reflexes. If they lose they have to be quick to avoid being slapped on the hands, and the winner has 2 be equally quick to manage hitting them. And lastly, this game is all about egging on your opponents and teasing one another, which teaches the children all about being in a group and interacting with one another in a competitive and yet friendly atmosphere. I hope my explanations aren’t confusing, the game isn’t complicated at all, but explaining it in words and not action is very hard. Does anyone else have other games they would like to share with us?

Creating the enemy How a risk-averse West has inflamed the terrorism it fears. by Brendan O'Neill In March 2004, following the Madrid train bombings that killed 191 civilians, I wrote an essay for spiked in which I argued that contemporary nihilistic terrorism has its origins in moral and political crises within the West, not in the hotheaded fanaticism of faraway lands. I argued that, if you strip away all the talk about a 'clash of civilisations', the real problem of terrorism - in terms of both its origins and the massive impact that such small-scale and disparate acts can have on our societies - begins at home, in the profound uncertainty about values today and in the West's obsession with risk-aversion. The four explosions in London that killed over 50 people on 7 July 2005, and the response to them, starkly illustrate the central points of the essay: Today's terrorists defy political labelling: Despite the increasingly desperate attempts to link the London bombs to the war in Iraq, the truth is we don't know why these four young Britons killed themselves and many others on a sunny morning in July. Like Madrid, it looked like terror for terror's sake, the use of violence as an incoherent lashing out rather than as part of an ideological campaign. In the past, debates about terrorism focused on whether the means justified the ends; for terrorists in our post-political, post-ideological times, the means are the ends: the use of shocking violence for its own sake. In this sense, the bombing of London has more in common with something like the Columbine school massacre than with political violence of old. Terrorists tend to be made in the West: It is widely believed that terrorism is a foreign threat. Indeed, US President George W Bush and UK Prime Minister Tony Blair launched a war against a foreign land - Afghanistan - in an attempt to destroy terrorism. The attack on London shows that the origins of terrorism are far closer to home: it was carried out by four young Britons, three of whom were born, raised and educated here and the other of whom was born in Jamaica and moved to the UK when he was a child. Some of the worst terror acts of recent years - including 9/11 and Madrid - were also carried out by Westernised and often middle-class young men. Terror seems to emerge from within our own atomised and alienated societies, rather than from 'over there'. Al-Qaeda is a brand name of the West's own making: The London attack shows that the West's obsession with terrorism has helped to turn 'al-Qaeda' into an international brand name, under which anybody - even three lads from Leeds and their mate in Huddersfield - can vent their frustrations and make an instant global impact. As my essay pointed out, some experts doubt whether al-Qaeda even exists as a structured organisation. But by launching wars and reorganising life in the West around this tiny and possibly non-existent group, Western leaders made 'al-Qaeda' into a terrifying symbol of global terror. So, in recent years, various terrorist outfits and disgruntled individuals have been able to claim the al-Qaeda mantle, as a shortcut to grabbing the world's attention and scaring us senseless. Society's response to terrorism determines its impact: However horrific their attacks, terrorists are incapable of changing societies. They can, as the London bombers showed, inflict terrible fatalities and casualties, but they cannot have a long-lasting impact - unless, that is, we allow them to. The impact of terrorism is inherently dependent on the institutional and moral coherence of its target society. And the problem today is that our fragile and disorientated societies often react to terrorism in a way that further exposes our vulnerability and, in the words of one author, 'amplifies the impact' of acts of terror. This can be glimpsed in the response to the London bombs: on the day of the attacks Londoners and the emergency services showed real resilience and solidarity; but more recently, various medical experts, media commentators and officials have claimed that such an attack will inevitably have long-lasting ill-effects on individuals and society. They risk turning our initial resilient response into a drawn-out obsession with possible long-term damage caused by the bombs. In short, fearful officialdom has effectively amplified the impact of the bombs. Such a response on the part of Western societies can also inflame terrorism. By advertising that we are terrified of these nameless, faceless bombers, we inadvertently encourage them to take a pop at us. This gives rise to a form of terrorism that thrives on tapping into and feeding off our fears. The 'war on terror' is no solution: One question that should be asked after the London attacks is: what is the point of the 'war on terror'? In the face of disparate acts of terrorism that emerge from within our own societies - and which are carried out by individuals who live among us - the 'war on terror' is a deadly distraction. It internationalises what are in essence domestic problems. After London, our time would be better spent having a serious debate about our own societies than inflicting further hardship on societies in the Middle East and Central Asia. *There is also another essay on the Madrid bombings on the same page, under the essay I posted here. Here is the link.

REAL MEN ASK FOR DIRECTIONS WHEN LOST Real life testimonial from the one man who did lol, I would love to see such testimonial

Goonle booyaaso lacag iga qaadaheeyn and who will gimme something on the side aan rabaa maa iska dhahdid :rolleyes: This has to be the most insulting topic i have seen in a long time, and i can promis you i have seen many. :rolleyes:

A nail-bomb? The news isn't saying anything but speculation. But why pick these areas? aparently police "are not treating this as a major incident". Does that mean no1 was caught? The ppl on the bus have all gotten 2 safetey i think.

lol@moti. You is developing a weird sense of humor. A reading chimp and FBI dog? Cajiib.

I didn't know there was a mutual appreciation society on SOL. With everyone being complimented and admired.Talk abt ego stroking

Bugs Bunny! You scored 42 Aggression, 71 Sophistication, and 57 Optimism! You have all the sophistication and charm one would expect from such a high-class hare. Very upbeat and generally laid-back, you are remarkably calm and peaceful even in the midst of the most stressful of situations. On those rare occasions that your anger is aroused, your retaliation usually results in embarrassing the aggressor and laying-bare how foolish he or she really is -- rather than doing any real harm. You likely have many friends and more than a few admirers and would make an excellent leader, if you had any interest in being one. But, being a leader would require hard work and attention to detail, both qualities you are lacking in. In fact, if you are not careful, your laid-back attitude will often lead you to drift through life completely oblivious to the changes happening around you. You also tend to have a horrible sense of direction. Who needs a therapist with these kind of tests

^^I didn't think the ending lived upto the contends of the book. The whole waking up to understand the final clue wasn't very creative in an otherwise nail-bitingly exciting book.What do u think? At the moment I'm reading Pride and Prejudice, i'm gonna indulge in the classics this summer. The good thing abt it is that even if i dnt understand it, i can always go rent the film

Happu belated bday to you BOB, may your blessings increase with eah passing year, amiin.

Sue happy birthday sweety, even psycho's like you deserve the best wishes on their day If that dozy cow mizz would have told me abt it being ur b-day, i would've baked a cake big enough 2 accomodate all 33 candles, or did the number come down to 31 now?

...This muscled man, his whole body existed of muscles. My eyes followed him all the way across the road focusing on his movements and wondering how far those muscles stretched. I started barking in appreciation, in my head. Smiling to myself I was thinking about what he would do if I barked after him. Wistfully I shook my head and muttered “as if†to myself. For a performer, my inhibitions were sadly cripling. With my thoughts still on the muscled man, I didn’t look out for cars before i crossed the road, that’s when the screeching of cars hit my ears and I had a glimpse of a shiny Mercedes Benz racing towards me. Next time I came back to consciousness I was in a white room. I briefly opened my eyes before I closed them against the glaring white paint of the room. Next door there was someone screaming “please I beg you please just give me anaesthetics, I swear to god you can have I, take it it’s yours just give me something for the pain. Have mercy, oh god, have mercy.†My mind still foggy I lay there, ignoring the voices when two men came into the room. There voices were hushed but I could make out the words “no immediate family†and “healthy kidneysâ€. That’s when I..

Lexy i don't think u were every beaten up by kids in school when u were young. If so qofkaad aragtoba iskuma taagi leheen Now leave walaashaa alone or else i'll come after u with my babis

I could have sworn that the room temperature was going down. My teeth started to clatter. My heart jumping up and down, I decided to say something, anything. Bracing myself for the worst, I had been expecting demonic creatures. I had been expecting monsters. But never ever in my entire life was I expecting the scene I saw. My eyes half closed to focus on the horrors before me. My breathing rapidly came out in a cloud around my head. There it was, oh dear god, there it stood. I opened my mouth, closed it, took a deep breath gathering my scattered thoughts, and opened it again more determined…..never in my life had I been so scared, and here was a creature that looked at least ten times more scared than I was a minute ago. Finding no escape route, the poor creature sat down on the floor, legs crossed in meditation. He started chanting again. He looked reminiscent of age old Indian warriors, though he lacked their courage. Before me was a crossing of apache Indian with a Rastafarian. But the weird thing was, this guy was a white dude. I wiped the sweat from my eyes, what I saw couldn’t possibly be real. Shocked I gaped at the white Rastafarian in the apache Indian outfit. Suddenly he stopped chanting and started singing. A familiar song distorted. A now famous TV jingle. “daaaaaaaaaaay-ow, mi daaay-ow, breakfast come and me want some fun. Hey mr kellog man gimme…†on and on he sang the jingle with a west-indie accent. I couldn’t believe it. it must have been a joke. I leant againt the wall, undecided whether I should laugh or scream at this person or call the police. I was so caught of guard, so deep in my thoughts I stopped worrying and let my guards down. Suddenly, from the corner of my eyes, I saw something shiny and silverfish coming towards me fast...

...The house was immersed in darkness. No light came in from the windows, the power must have been cut off from the neighbourhood. Switching on my torch, i told myself it was probably no one, my imagination was playing a trick on me. The old and battered torch was giving out a dim light which made my steps up the stairs seem eerie. As soon as i reached the top step, it flickered four times before the batteries died on me. Cursing my bad luck i started to think, should i head downstairs again and get batteries for my torch? Or should i leave the house all together and see what was going on in the neighbourhood. My hands were shaking and the darkness was adding to my fear. I was afraid and had to get out of the dark house, my gut was telling me i had to leave the place at once. Just as i turned around to run down the stairs, the chanting started...

As always when my mobile goes off, i took a moment to appreciate the ringtone and sang with the somali tune. Finally I looked at the screen to see who would call me this time. Unless it was some1 important i would ignore it. As i looked, i had to convince myself what i was seeing wasn't imagined. The words "my house" were written on my mobile screen, but there was no one but me home Before i could answer it and see if it was a prank another big BANG went off upstairs...

Subxaana laahi. Both sisters sheydaanka iska naara. Seriously, I don't get why lexus is being attacked. Mizz, macaanto, I don't think the whole Somali-land jokes were started by lexus, but by rudy. hating makes u bitter and cuts u up inside Very true abaayo, after all, we are all brothers and sisters in Islam, no matter whether we are from north or south right? And as such we wouldn't want to glory in the demise of our fellow brothers/sisters, right? As for you lexus, how come every corner i look, someone has a bone to pick with u? adoo dirireeyso maa lagu dhalay? walle intaas wuu inoo qariyey lol, i think so too. I love the way the joke went from the australian tourist board to lexus. Very strange

Whats the point of this topic? I mean, why should we want to know abt a somali christian website? Further more, how come you, Ofleh, have come across this website? Were u looking for a Somali christian website? And lastly, what are you trying to achieve with this topic? Awareness and condemnation of the christian somalis? or something completely different? Sorry Ofleh, i tend to go off on a tangent point Each country has people that deviate from the religion of their upbringing. Nothing new in that. Though i highly doubt somalis have taken to the cross because "jesus loves them". As long as they don't come to sing the gospel at my doorsteps, it is up to them what they do to further their mercenary mission.