by Furious Styles. Lol his name really does mirror him and how he delivers this poem which rings true on so many levels!

^ Touching poem by Tahani. It made me teary. Traffic Me by N.L He squeezes her flesh - testing Like a woman picking melons, Off a stand in farmers' market Grunts, Moves to the next one in line, Then, drawn to her glistening skin - the antonym to his colourless self - He goes back. She comes from an exotic land, He can tell, Far, far away. He cares not if she came by boat Or plane If she speaks his language Or not All he cares for Is the escape she will offer him For 60 seconds or so The way, without speaking, She will make him feel like a man, Powerful - like one who owns something, someone So, he hands over currency To the man who owns her And buys the right To bite into her pillowy breasts, squeeze her black generous butt taste her salty tears and plunge into her earthy softness Over and over and over

^Kichwa maji @ haatu. Night!

Nice pictures guys I hope you are this high in spirits the rest of the series

Che I thought gambling was wrong lol I feel like playing kati which is what they will be doing at the Madaraka day celebrations. I guess I can split myself that afternoon and go to both celebrations!

Geel_jire, I would argue that the Hague is a perfect illustration of what lady justice stands for. The people indicted are people who are lower on the totem pole when it comes to power. Nevertheless, it does represent a form of justice albeit a flawed one. I also don't think you can politically call what Israel is doing as mass starvation. There are two sides to this story and we tend to over magnify palestine side. This is not to say Palestine has no legitimate claim but that their approach might be a pose a problem when looking for Western support. Lets remember that at one time parts of Lebanon did belong to Israel and so did parts of Egypt and Israel conceded to them. As for tax payers footing the bill, I do believe some amenities given to convicts are a bit overboard and should be meted out per their reformation status. There has to be some checks and balances in place.

Che, BoB and co has been I am wondering whether to celebrate Refugee day or Madaraka day? Haatu are you still paranoid?

Originally posted by Haatu: Seeker ceeb. That's like a grown man saying he's a midwife. That job is for women. The big boys are dentists see camal Lol. Ok now I am gone

I am not covering up for him, he looks guilty just by saying i am hatching a conspiracy against him.

Its Friday and I have to run to Khutba so let me not cause Haatu undue stresses, but something abt a woman's job

Afternoon bibol! GaroweGal write a letter to yourself and destroy it immediately! Haatu, I saw the comment you made abt women and I am surprised no one called you on it:D Wonder how you feel abt working for a woman? Ps:- What happened to Garissa? You disowned NFD miyaa?

^How do you feel abt the correctional facilities then? Since many claim there are wrongly convicted should tax payers foot the bill for cable? Heat? Electricity?

Oz et tu? Haatu yur!

^The link doesn't work hon. Old is a relative term lol .To some I am young and to some I am ancient

Oh wait the KOBE matatu isn't full yet Beba beba! BOB and Haatu all I got to say is don't count ur chickens before they hatch. I have been up all night thinking of ways to stop him [Pau G]. Game 2 is only a day away

^10-4 captain. Ni fajr ata hivyo jumaa njema.

I love My Woman- Dr Huxtable's Theo aka M. Jamal Werner

Lol @ malika......I can't sleep I drank one cup of nescafe and I am up all night. I figure I will get some Zzzz after fajr. Sheh, computer programs don't beat real individuals. Sign up for classes at your local Islamic center......you tend to be more motivated then.

I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry The baby to dry I got company to feed The garden to weed I've got shirts to press The tots to dress The can to be cut I gotta clean up this hut Then see about the sick And the cotton to pick. Shine on me, sunshine Rain on me, rain Fall softly, dewdrops And cool my brow again. Storm, blow me from here With your fiercest wind Let me float across the sky 'Til I can rest again. Fall gently, snowflakes Cover me with white Cold icy kisses and Let me rest tonight. Sun, rain, curving sky Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone Star shine, moon glow You're all that I can call my own. **Woman's work by Maya Angelou**

Wsc Resistance Malika.....you rebuke who? lol I had an image of a priest smacking u on ur forehead.

For Woman, in her weakness, is yet the strongest force upon the earth. She is the helm of all things human; she comes in many shapes and knocks at many doors; she is quick and patient, and her passion is not ungovernable like that of man, but as a gentle steed that she can guide e'en where she will, and as occasion offers can now bit up and now give rein. She has a captain's eye, and stout must be that fortress of the heart in which she finds no place of vantage. Does thy blood beat fast in youth? She will outrun it, nor will her kisses tire. Art thou set toward ambition? She will unlock thy inner heart, and show thee roads that lead to glory. Art thou worn and weary? She has comfort in her breast. Art thou fallen? She can lift thee up, and to the illusion of thy sense gild defeat with triumph. Ay,she can do these things, for Nature ever fights upon her side; and while she does them she can deceive and shape a secret end in which thou hast no part. And thus Woman rules the world. For her are wars; for her men spend their strength in gathering gains; for her they do well and ill, and seek for greatness, to find oblivion. But still she sits like yonder Sphinx, and smiles; and no man has ever read all the riddle of her smile, or known all the mystery of her heart. Mock not! mock not! for he must be great indeed who can defy the power of Woman, which, pressing round him like the invisible air, is often strongest when the senses least discover it **quote from Cleopatra a novel by H. Rider Haggard**

top of the morn to ya Chubacka

Ok I just wanted to start a thread where we can share poems that speak of women and their struggles/failings/accomplishments. Feel free to post video and/or words.

^May Allah grant them janatul Firdows. Its usually a good wake up call Inshallah.

Jumca Mubarak. I thought that only happens when you get old at least that what my boss says everytime I see him reading the obituary. Why are you keeping track anyway.......death is part of life. Its just a stage that we will go through just like birth