LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL .... shiirkaa ma kuu urayn ... it took me a while to decipher that one ..

it was just a matter of time .... now they march southward .. and exterminate the nijaas once and for all !

Ms DD i think money is right on that translation ... nothing else fits that context

Che I'm sure it was for a worthy cause but since you brought it up .. what was the fundraiser for exactly ?

^ is hassan adens "Guntaan ka waraabiyaa" included in the list or im i just misunderstanding it ?

plate ^ this is not a vanity plate ... but a normal license pate that should read A55 - RGY but due to the unfortunate placement of the Orange changed the whole meaning LOL

LOL ilayn hoos baad iigu dhigaysaan :mad:

LOL @ Malika & FB since you are both sijui's i will speak your language "geel-ka iskuga jira niman iyo naago" ... is the backbone of the nomad family .... waa xamuul oo waa la rartaa ... waa quut oo waa la qashaa & la mashaa .. reeraha ayaa ku guuro. Geel reero dhan ayaa lagu koriyaa marka the obsession is warranted .. & nothing worrying about it !

^ FB you are quoting salaad out of context .. post the entirety of the lyrics ... otherwise do not shame the Geeljire's *(i hope he was referring to a xaliimo & not a camel)*

^ I don't have a clue about that specifically but just wanted to say .. mashalaah to Ibtisam & Maryan Run and anyone who is tailoring their research to benefit people back home... it would have been much easier to focus on your local area much easier access to information etc. but that you chose not ,this is admirable !

^ count Naxar in as well .. with just a little bit more effort the whole gang will soon come out of the closet Duke,koore,Naxar,Emperor Originally posted by Geel_jire: quote: Originally posted by Naxar Nugaaleed: Xaaji, the greatness of the Sayid is beyond dispute. As the leader of one of Africa's longest rebellion against the British, he is admired in every corner, "Somaliland" or otherwise. his harsh tactics you must understand, thats is the only way to lead Somalis. As for some opportunistic sycophants of the British empire who that they could personally profit from being the Englishmen's informer, they deserve every bit of the sayid"s wrath. Personally, there were both opportunist and rebels on both sides of my family but after independence, i have never seen even the former opportunists bad mouthing the Great Sayid. ^ this must be what Cige is referring to let me extrapolate adeer ... the above statement is equally true of the bottom one. Originally posted by Naxar Nugaaleed: Xaaji, the greatness of the shabaab is beyond dispute. As the leader of one of Africa's longest rebellion against the Ethiopin they are admired in every corner, "Somaliland" or otherwise. thier harsh tactics you must understand, thats is the only way to lead Somalis. As for some opportunistic sycophants of the Ethiopians who thought they could personally profit from being the Ethiopians's informer, they deserve every bit of the shabaab's wrath. ^ where is the difference Naxar .. the shabaab are doing exactly what you admire the sayid for ?

Originally posted by xiinfaniin: GJ, that was very offensive! Please dont do it again! you either don't have a clue of what I'm talking about .. or you do & just scoring a point ... in any case haddii aad garanayso gabayga aan sheegaya bal soo dheji

Xiin and/or A&T iyo intii gabayada ku talax tagay. can you post a certain gabay by the sayid himself (or maybe it was another guy) ... gabadh baa inta la siiyay reerkii buu ku noqday isagoo raba gabadha in laga badalo oo mida iyada la dhalatay la siiyo ... he was using horses as an example.

Originally posted by Naxar Nugaaleed: Xaaji, the greatness of the Sayid is beyond dispute. As the leader of one of Africa's longest rebellion against the British, he is admired in every corner, "Somaliland" or otherwise. his harsh tactics you must understand, thats is the only way to lead Somalis. As for some opportunistic sycophants of the British empire who that they could personally profit from being the Englishmen's informer, they deserve every bit of the sayid"s wrath. Personally, there were both opportunist and rebels on both sides of my family but after independence, i have never seen even the former opportunists bad mouthing the Great Sayid. ^ this must be what Cige is referring to let me extrapolate adeer ... the above statement is equally true of the bottom one. Originally posted by Naxar Nugaaleed: Xaaji, the greatness of the shabaab is beyond dispute. As the leader of one of Africa's longest rebellion against the Ethiopin they are admired in every corner, "Somaliland" or otherwise. thier harsh tactics you must understand, thats is the only way to lead Somalis. As for some opportunistic sycophants of the Ethiopians who thought they could personally profit from being the Ethiopians's informer, they deserve every bit of the shabaab's wrath. ^ where is the difference Naxar .. the shabaab are doing exactly what you admire the sayid for ?

^ tfg polic/military are a tool for the invaders .. people have no problem when they fight along side the ethiopians ... should they be treated any different ? ... while i would have preffered 20 ethiopians slaughtered nobody forced these guys to put on 'traitor' unifroms. you wear a uniform you've already chosen a side & currently that side has a collective bull's eye on thier back. it is comical that those who were heaping scorn on 20 innocent bystander who were slaughtered inside a mosque .... are teary because of this ?

Khat is presently a proscribed drug in countries as diverse as Canada, New Zealand, Belgium, Ireland, UAE, Denmark, Tanzania, Zambia, Germany, Switzerland, Finland and the United States. Since khat is a legal product in the United Kingdom, this country has unfortunately become the transit and smuggling hub of the drug - and with devastating consequences. ^ that can't be right ? .. but otherwise good on the conservatives !

^ I'm not in Mpls bro ... the victim ayaan qaraabo nahay .. i was @ his uncles house last night because of this incident ... i was told inay aarsi tahay ... a nice wadaad guy was killed from one familly who was not involved in the dispute so they picked off the most promising guy they could find who was not involved either. what a waste on both sides.

^ Very sad. his brother was killed in almost the same manner a while back .... Alla yarxamu he was a great guy & wasnt even involved in the Qabil/Gang sh!t

Adam in a sense you're right 'Google' is now part of the language for instance Webster's New Millennium Dictionary of English defines 'Google' as: noun 1. a widely used search engine that uses text-matching techniques to find web pages that are important and relevant to a user's search verb 1. search the internet (for information) using the Google search engine; "He googled the woman he had met at the party"; "My children are googling all day" but reaching ^ this level took some time & initially having a technically superior engine didn't hurt ... when the other folks caught up ... it was too late. If powerset works out ... it will give people who now sift through pages of results to get to what they are looking for .... the ability to search as if you are conversating in 'natural language' ...

^ two of who .. yaa Faarax ?

RALEIGH -- Thanks to some text message-savvy grandchildren, North Carolina drivers whose license plates have the potentially offensive "WTF" letter combination can replace the tags for free. The News & Observer of Raleigh reported Tuesday the state Division of Motor Vehicles has notified nearly 10,000 holders of license plates with the letter combination. Officials learned last year the common acronym stands for a vulgar phrase in e-mail and cell phone text messages. The DMV recently realized the same letters appeared on the sample license plate on its own Web site. Officials are trying to remove the plate from the site. DMV officials got word of the plates last July when a 60-year-old technology teacher from Fayetteville complained about the plate after her teenage grandchildren clued her in. DMV officials said they try to keep up with the latest acronyms, and that anyone who has an issue with their plate can contact their local DMV office to request a new one.

^ these guys are being acquired by Microsoft for $100 Million .. and they haven't even gotten off the ground yet. if it does not get lost in Microsoft's Massive portfolio this ... search engine has great potential source

^ sxb .. maroor baad tahay The Northerners meaning of the word .. not the southerners.

I usually delete chain-mail without even a glance .. they usually contain alot of nonsense even the religious ones ... after reminding you of Allah usually end with *if you don't forward this to 100 people **** will happen to you* but this is one of the better ones .. I believe many people can identify with it ...so enjoy Asalamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakathuhu... Life is unpredictable. But I always thought I could predict what was going to happen next. It was only six days ago. I was driving home with my friends, Malik and Omar. It was Halloween night. We had just watched the movie Saw 3 at the recently refurbished theater at the 3rd Street Promenade in Santo Monica, CA. It was 11:46pm when I glanced at the clock on the dashboard and realized I hadn't made Isha But I didn't say anything, as not to upset the mood. Just three hours earlier I put off the Isha until after the movie. Now I was running out of time. I only lived 26 years. My 27th birthday was exactly two weeks away. I always imagined I would live long. At least until age 60. It just wasn't imaginable that I would have such a sudden, unexpected death. I had graduated from the University of Southern California three years earlier with a degree that means absolutely nothing right now. Shortly after, I landed a job as the marketing director of a major clothing company. Aside from the usual life problems, I was living a normal life. My girlfriend of 4 years was starting to pressure me into us getting a place together. I knew I wasn't supposed to have a girlfriend in the first place but I enjoyed her company and friendship. I wasn't ready to give that up. I used to always tell myself that eventually I would marry her. Plus, what would these few years of living a sinful life mean by the time I got older? My job, girlfriend and life-long friends took up the majority of my time. It seemed I never had time to offer salah. I hardly even had time to sit down and eat. Offering salah was always something that continuously bugged me. The more I postponed my salahs, the more it irritated me. I did give an effort to keep up on my salahs. But for the last two years of my life I gave up. I pretty much stopped making salah altogether. I never made it home in time to make salah that day. Saw 3 was a walk through the rose garden compared to what I was about to experience. I was doing 85 on the 10 freeway. At 12 midnight, 85 mph is not considered speeding. Omar flipped through FM radio stations searching for a song he liked. Malik had fallen a sleep in the backseat. I began to doze off too. I used to hate when that happened. I shook out of what seemed like a 10 second snooze. I tried to keep my eyes open. But again I dozed off. Omar screamed, 'HEY! It was too late. The car struck the center divider and spun back into the flow of traffic. An oncoming car hit my door. That car was also hit by another vehicle. We finally came to a halt somewhere in the middle of the freeway, a hundred yards from the spot of the collision. I didn't feel any pain. I was just dizzy, I heard Omar and Malik moaning as good civilians tried pulling us from the wreck. I wasn't rescued until the fire fighters arrived. It was quite a task recovering my battered body from my totaled car. Breathing became difficult. The fire fighters huddled around me and frantically applied device after device. 'He's not gonna make it,' I heard one of them say. I 'm not gonna make it? How? I didn't feel like I was dying. I felt nothing. My heart started pounding. I was soaked in sweat and blood. I saw Mali standing over the top of me with tears in his eyes. 'Don't quit on me’, he told me. At that time I knew it was over. I started to cry. The firefighters moved him away as they made last attempts to revive me. I died. An angel came to me and removed my soul. I watched him fly away with it in disbelief. 'How could you? I'm not even 27,' I pleaded. 'It's time,' he told me and left. Two minutes later they pulled a white sheet over me. Omar and Malik, apparently doing better than me, pulled the sheet back to look at me one last time. They cried their eyeballs out, I had known then over since I was 13 years old and had never seen either one cry. It was a depressing sight. The ride to the morgue, until then, was the worst experience I ever had. I was alone. It was dark and cold. I missed my mom. I missed my brother. I missed my sister. I wished I had spent that last night with my family instead of with Omar and Malik. I worried what my mother was going to do when she saw me in this state. I was ugly. When we finally arrived, I was placed in another cold room with dozens of other dead people. I missed my family so much. Every so often a family came in to view their dead. I always thought it was my family but it wasn't. Hour after hour passed. No mom. No dad. I started to cry again. Then one odd hour I recognised voices. My father walked in with my mother in his arms. His face worn from stress. Hers wet with tears. They just stared into my eyes and cried. I stared back. I wanted to tell them I loved them. I couldn't. I wanted to hug them. I couldn't. Mom stroked my bloodied hair and left. I was to be buried the next day. When my parents left, it hit me. I never made Isha! My heart jumped out of my chest. I owed Allah a salah and failed to deliver it to him. I had hundreds of missed salahs over the past two years. Now I was about to face him. I felt powerless. For those of you who have never experienced guilt at death, there is not a worldly feeling that amounts to it. It is guilt and sorrow at another level. I tried getting up to make Isha but I couldn't move. It was over. I had no second chance. Then I began to think back. I never knew my memory was so good. I had more than enough time to ponder as I was awaiting my burial. I literally remembered every single salah I missed and the reasons why I missed them. Most were laziness, procrastination and neglectfulness. I knew I was in trouble. I wished they would take longer to bury me. I failed! I failed! I failed! My girlfriend paid me a visit. She was a devil. When I was alive I saw her as a pretty angel. My pretty angel who loved me and would do anything to make me happy. If I had the ability, I would have cursed her and demanded her to leave the morgue. She put her hand on my forehead. I allowed her to do that for that past four years. Now that I opposed to it, I could do nothing about it. The devil cried for hours at my side. She just would not leave. I felt cheated. I felt like she pulled a prank on me for the past couple years of my life. I hated this devil! She was ugly! She smelled horrible! She finally left. As she walked out the door my heart was filled with fear and anxiety. The funeral was simple. My body was washed. I didn't seem to care. My worries far surpassed my desire to be modest. I was wrapped in three white sheets. About 300 people attended my funeral. I was saddened not to see my mom at the funeral. I wished she came to see me one last time before they put me in the ground. I never knew so many people cared about me. Many just stared at the tightly wrapped figure in disbelief. Others cried and cried some more. The mass prayed for me. Thousands of individual prayers were made. They asked Allah to have mercy on me. They asked him to forgive me. I wanted to pray for myself but I couldn't speak. I was helpless. I was carried to the hole in the middle of the barren desert. The people followed. It seemed like slow motion. I didn't want to go. If I had 24 bonus hours I would pray non-stop. They lowered me into the ground. The anticipation was eating away at me. I had surely failed life. I thought back on everything I had worked so hard to accomplish. I earned a college degree. I had a well paying job. I spent hours and hours in the weight room ever since I was 16 years old developing my body. I had a pretty girlfriend who loved me. In that life, that was a badge of honor. But as they were lowering me into this grave, which seemed like it took forever, I realized that I couldn't use any of those 'accomplishments' . If only I had been that dedicated to making salah five times daily, I would have been at peace right now. Instead I am a nervous wreck beyond anything you all can comprehend. Dirt fell in the hole. Darkness overcame my new home. The last shovels of sand filled the grave. Everyone sadly walked away. The graveyard started to empty. Family by family. Mine was the last to leave. The attendant left. By nightfall it was just me. All alone. My wrapping was soaked in sweat. I nervously awaited the angels to come and question me. ... HAVE YOU PREPARED YOURSELF FOR THIS MOMENT??

@ Cara you give the man too much credit. some of his funniest moments were completely un-intentional