I just noticed I couldn't type the swahili word for rules without it being bleeped......Whats the deal with that :confused: Censorship....... it wasn't even close to the word Sh*t (My apologizes for my vulgar display )

Wareer badaana......mbona rules nyingi. I never saw a rule that said an alter ego had to be the same gender

Ms Word, Simply put maybe the time is not right for them to be married and if they were meant to be together they will meet up again in the future. I don't see it necessarily as a conflict rather as accepting fate for what it is.

Didn't know we had to ID our gender.......Shouldn't make a difference but I am female.

Asc wr wb Silence ya akhi, Your advice mashallah is helpful. This post is incredible to me because it allowed me to logically look at problem from a different view. It is not meant to paint you a picture of my life per se but to analyze an issue that many young ladies my age face. Fusing together traditional and western culture with religion being thrown in the mix is at times mind boggling. Jzh kheyr for providing theological input.

PhiL, Hey grasshopper........don't forget to store the grains this winter. BoX and ricaN, Glad you sorted yourselves out :cool: He was my alter ego. The one who did everything I couldn’t muster the strength to do. It was time to catch up on what life had being like for the past decade. Alter-ego: Your aura is tainted. Me: Not this again. Alter-ego: I am merely pointing out a change. Me: Well a change is almost as good as a rest. Alter-ego: ALMOST …….. being a keyword in that sentence. Me: **sighs** Alter-ego: I have being following your progress in life. Me: So now you work for them? Alter-ego: Didn’t say that now did I? Me: They can’t leave me alone. They have taken everything from me ….my life, my job,My ideals! Can’t they leave my dignity alone? Alter-ego: (harshly) Can’t you forget Rwanda for ten seconds?? Me: You must be madder than a hatter if you expect me to roll over for them. Alter-ego: And you must be equally insane thinking I work for them. Me: What are you saying? Alter-ego: **scanning the room with his eyes** Meet me later at the spot. Me: The spot?? Leaving me bewildered he strolled away. He passed a man with a scar on his face and stopped short, exchanged a look with him and went on his way. I sat back nursing my festering anger and thinking of ways to redeem myself. Time will tell. Time will indeed tell all.

Innaa Lillaah Wa Innaa Illaahi Raajicuun. May you find strength in faith, family and friends OG....May Allah show mercy to all of us for we are heading there too.

ASC WR WB, First off I am confused about the faith-fifth direction. I read it as fifth which understandably Ilhaan illustrated that there are more than one ways to skin a cat.Ilhaan dear that is a nice approach but its easier said than done. Some of us are not equipped with that ability and would need to cultivate it. Mashallah if you are one of those blessed people. Disclaimer: This post was meant to bring to head some issues people have when it comes to taking the marriage step. Don't read too much into it ya jamaaca Wsc Wr wb

Pray do tell about the fifth direction my utopian believer. Pacifist I don't think you can take both....ever heard of the saying can't have the cake and eat it too?

:confused: I lost track of the conversation, but true that about her being honest. Mind games are not meant to be practiced on our poor faraxs.

A letter to my loved one Assalam aleikum waraxmatullahi wabarakatu, I hope this reaches you in the best of health. If I was you I would read this while sitting down for I have a lot to say. We have being together now for close to three years. In that time we have cleared away most of the superficial layers in our personality and have gotten down to the nitty gritty. Recently we hit an obstacle in our relationship. We reached the intersection of marriage and we are stuck! We have no idea what direction to move. I decided to draw you a topographical map to illustrate the lay of the land from my perspective. I admit I am not a topographer but for you I can be anything. :cool: North: Obvious choice. Get married have kids and never look back. I give myself completely to you and lose all Identity of myself. No school, no career and definitely no personality. I am to stay at home and care for you and your children as any good somalian wife should do. Canjeera in the morning,bariis for lunch and cambulo for dinner. Submissive and tolerant of all your behavior and did I say one who can’t speak her mind. East: An ideal marriage. You finish your education and I finish mine. We both rake in money and when the time is right we decided to make clones of ourselves. I stop working because I want to spend every moment caring for our seeds (preferably three). We do constant community service and pray together as a family. Picture perfect isn’t it? Only one hook we have to focus on our individual lives before accomplishing this. That means not constantly daydreaming about you shirtless or the way you look at me when we are in a room full of people. We have to forget the constant urge to call each other to see how your day is going at 7am,9am,noon, 3 pm, 5 pm, 8 pm and finally to make sure u r asleep at 1 am. In order to get the ideal marriage we have to pretend that US doesn’t exist anymore. West: We get married while we both are going to school. We figure out that being students and raising a family don’t coincide. One of us drops out to be a breadwinner. You are the man so you are the obvious choice. You do it with an eager heart for you care for me. After a while you do it with a bitter taste in your mouth as Jamal, Khalid and Saeed all graduate while you are still delivering mail. The bills never stop coming and the salary never goes up. We argue constantly and finally I end being a depressed woman. I skip classes and cry in the streets. You start chewing jaad just to relax and finally you start ogling other women. We are the typical family :rolleyes: South: Forget we met and each goes a separate way letting God rule our destiny. Now I can assure you that I did not factor in the valleys , mountains and rivers in this map but then again I never was perfect.

The slant of his nose was still the same. Tall and elegant he reminded me of a giraffe I admired at the zoo when I was a little tot. I peered at him through my lashes trying to permanently imprint his image in my brain, for I didn’t know when I would see him again. Last time I saw him I had just come of age. Brimming with idealist views I saw the world as my battleground and I the general. I was not going to be deterred from my path of greatness by the rumors flying around about me being deranged and suicidal. He on the other hand was a man of the world. Knowledgeable and traveled with a caustic side that gave him the edge he needed to be a mark in this world. He was pushing 42 by the time we bumped into each other. It was a gathering for jazz lovers at the local café. The seat he took gave him a view of the entire room without need for him to swivel his head. Dressed in a Che Guevara T-shirt and loose jeans he sat mulling over a steaming cup of brew. Gulping down the steaming cup of mocha in my hand I slid into the seat next to him. We sat in companionable silence with the strumming of the guitar and the sweet sound of the trumpet enveloping us in a seductive embrace. Stranger: Are you waiting for the world to welcome you? Me: I don’t know what you mean. Stranger: Don’t play word games with me. Me: I don’t think the world is ready for me. Stranger: Ha! The world is never ready for anything. Me: Ok. Stranger: You should be careful about your thoughts. Me: What thoughts? Stranger: The ones you are having right now. Me: Do you read minds? Stranger: I don’t need to read minds………….your aura tells it all. Me: What does my aura say? Stranger: It tells me that you are a soul from another age, one that will put you in unnecessary conflict. Me: Tell me more. Stranger: Be careful belle………..the world never liked the looks of you before and it never will. They killed your kind a long time ago. Individuals are no longer welcomed. Me: What? Stranger: Enjoy your coffee and heed my advice……..go back from whence u came from. He walked out of the café with me staring dumb fondly at his back. Its being a decade and here he is again.

I thought I might take a look at the full article to understand the context of the paragraph you qouted. Needless to say the article was spewing propaganda. Equating Islam with the dark ages is not fair just because Islam is a religion that is most prevalent in the third world countries she choose to include illiteracy into the mix. Allahkulihal you brought up the topic despite the bias article there is an issue there. My take on it is that most of the "scientific minded" muslims choose to live their lives in the west where they will be able to live in the lap of luxury and in a world that they feel "free" to do what they want. How many doctors, professors, professionals have an Islamic name that live in the West. I can name ten in the campus I am at now. So I don't think its Islam per se but merely that the believers have choosen to go share their knowledge to the highest bidder. I used to believe as the writer does that reasoning and religion are at opposite poles. Then I read Harun Yahya's books and I saw that you can wrap reasoning around any philisophy you have. Like I said she sounded like she was spewing propaganda especially when she wrote these words "The laws must be based on a foundation of respect for the rights of the individual to his life, his liberty and his pursuit of happiness. " Sounds americano to me. Someone should correct her stance on this too " So why would you need or want to understand this world through science when all you have to do is hang in there a bit till you die or choose the express service via becoming a suicide bomber. " :rolleyes: We as Muslims are told to live our lives as if we will die tommorrow and at the same time live it like we will live forever. So personally that seemed to make her whole article null and void of any journalistic talent.

Bisinka ................hehehe I love da dance moves very jackson if u ask me

HEHEHEHE............ rofl Let me get the tripod. Nice one.

Originally posted by Ay Kutubeey: Objectivists are violently opposed to utilitarianism. I believe this is because of objectivism's emphasis on the rights of the individual. To an objectivist, each person should live for his own benefit. now i am no philosopher but th "survival of the fitest" comes to mind" here... Objectivism believes a man is an end in himself not an end of others. It might be a selfish way to put it but then again humans are inherently selfish. the philisophy centers itself around the fact that man exist for himself. His pursuit for his self interest is the major goal in his life. I also like the way it views capitalism it is unique. Not the way most western countries have made capitalism but with a nice twist. Trade in this philisophy occurs with mutual benefits without one taking the role of slave/master or a victim/executioner. Separation of state and economics is vital in Objectivism is vital in that State is only supposed to police economics and not fabricate laws that legalize monopoly. I don't necessarily view it as a survival of the fittest merely as God bestowed upon each of us unique talents. If we were to use it then everyone would find a niche to rest their weary feet in this world.

Yoda A venerated sage with vast power and knowledge, you gently guide forces around you while serving as a champion of the light. Judge me by my size, do you? And well you should not - for my ally is the Force. And a powerful ally it is. Life greets it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us, and binds us. Luminescent beings are we, not this crude matter! You must feel the Force around you, everywhere. Yoda is a is a character in the Star Wars universe. More Yoda information is available at the Star Wars Databank. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lmao....................I like the last one about the guts...............Hehehehehe Good one

Ever notice that we as humans are hung up on labels. Yea, not nutritional labels even though those are becoming increasingly fascinating, but labels like white, black, short, tall etc. Is there a basis to this? Cooley, Mead all had fingers in the pie at the beginning but they lost me after a while. So, any thoughts on this and also if we happen to conform to the labels attached to us and its impact on society as a large.

Mashallah I hope he does fair well in the college. The challenge should be astronomical not to mention that perhaps the pressure of it all might finally sink in. Keep your eyes on the prize though (If he is reading this).

Seems redundant but I tend to agree with Duke. what happened happened. What remains is the reaction that surfaced when you read/heard the news. Firstly we as a people are divided. We have no love among ourselves yet expect others to love us (like us). We got issues that instead of working out we choose to ignore and point fingers at others. Long story short if this crime against humanity bothered you do what Sunnah prescribes to you. Talk if not write if not hold your silence. Islamic Ummah have forgotten their religion and this is the consequences. Subxannallah we are connected to one thread and yet we choose to make divisions of race, tribe, language , etc. Inshallah my God forgive the six men who died for they didn't deserve such a punishment. Saudia is a nation that is seen to be practising Islamic shariah when in reality they are a puppet for western Ideologies disguised as Islamic. May Allah bestow to them what he sees fit Inshallah.

I personally think "wild girls" are better because they have seen it all and want to settle down to a quiet normal life, raise kids and take care of their families. I believe that the so called "quiet girls" are not really quiet and innocent, but that most of them are very good pretenders. "Quiet girls" are only trying to make the "right" impression and that the minute they have your wedding band on, they start showing you their true character. By then, it will be too late to change course especially when there are children involved. Your input is appreciated.