Chaste As It Was! (Short Story)

[Kool_Kat]

LOL@Kill_Kat...Walee day after day waaka sii daroysaa...Tolow Jiiq_Kat iyo Jug_Kat maxey sameeyaan?

[Jacaylbaro]

WAxba ,,,,,, jugtaasuun bay iska saarayaan ,,, ka dibna jiiqdaasuun bay gurayaan

[Kool_Kat]

Bas bas waa kaa haray...Jug iyo jiiq...

 

Hey may be Mr Maqiiqane aa Jug & Jiiq ku badalan karo magaciisa? Hmmm, just a thought...

[Jacaylbaro]

loooooooooool ,, maqiiqane maanta lama hayo ,,, tolow ma meel buu jiidhay isagoo maqiiqan ,,

[Kool_Kat]

Maya meel muusan jiidhin, sheeko qoroow uu busy ku yahay baan moodayaa...Remember part two, three, four of this sheeko...Duh...

[Jacaylbaro]

Inaalillaah ,,, after a while we will be all maqiiqaneyaal hadaynaan ninkaas ka hadhin ,,

 

next marka la inala hadlayo the person will begin his speech:

 

Maqiinayaal iyo maqiiqanatooyin ,,,,,,,,,

[Abdulladiif Al-Fiqih]

^You two, stop hijacking Cayro's thread. Get your own qol, I mean thread.

[Abtigiis]

Abdilatif;

Waa lagu waayay, waad salaamantahay saaxiib.

Jacylbaro

adigu intaan carruuraha soo ciyaar siisanayo na sii afuuf waligaaba!!Kolkaan joogo maad hadashid.

Koolkat

Ma badalayo magacayga. waaban ka yabaalay taladaada. Laakiin, labo ma la ogol yahay?

[Kool_Kat]

Originally posted by Abdiladiif:

^You two, stop hijacking Cayro's thread. Get your own qol, I mean thread.

Why get a qol, I mean thread, when meeshaan rabno ku jeegajacleyn karno...Wixii la qariyo qurunaa ku jira aan aaminsanahay, no qol, I mean thread...Mahaan lee soo taagnaanaa...

 

 

Maqiiqane, intee bariga dhan ku dhuumaneysay horta hore? Yabaalna xow ahaa, ani waakuu sheegay ii jilci afSoomaaliga aad ku hadasho, koo aan fahmo ma'aha maskiintoo Xamar kudhalatay kuna kortay lee ahay...Oday dukaanleh magaciisa luuba iila egyahay 'Adeer Yabaal Dukaankiisa'...Teeda kale, labo magac xaa ku sameyhee, halkii aaba qaatiyaan laga taagan yehee? What were you thinking one Maqiiqane Cade, the other Ceyroow Caloolkuus?

[Emperor]

Abtigiis peace out to you...

[Jacaylbaro]

loooooooooooooooooooool@koolkat ,,,

 

 

Maqiiqane ,,, niyow bal sidan si isu dhaan imikana ma caruuraad soo ciyaarsiinaysaa

[Abtigiis]

PART TWO

Still standing at the Airport, the man next on the line patted me on the back and asked where I was going to. I was awakened by his hand from the thought of the olden days. I told him. Then, he started his story. He said he was watching the RTD (Radio-Television Djibouti) last night on the Arabsat, when he suddenly found out that his wife was making the headlines. "I jumped up. 'I said', for what is she there? When did she go to Djibouti?" He said. Apparently, his wife, who recently graduated from an embroidery school, thinks she is an erudite and modern woman. 'I should have known', he murmured, what Professor Saleeye told me. I had no idea who the professor he is referring to was.

 

‘Professor Saleeye enlightened me on, how our women are learning the wrong way,’ he said. ‘The professor said, if you see women Doctors, Engineers, or Pilots from India, China or Japan, they are all dressed up in their national costumes, speak their languages with pride, and are not necessarily averse to ‘traditional’ home-values and division of labour. Indeed, in the east, educated women strive to open-up education and employment opportunities for the other unlucky girls and women, uphold progressive cultural and societal capitals, and encourage the integration of useful western values into their native mores and norms that have served them well for centuries.’

 

‘So why do you feel ours are not doing the same?’ I asked.

‘Because I know from my own experience. Ours are blighted with confusion and vengeance against men. For them, civilization 101 starts with vituperative rhetoric of ’men and women are equal! Down with the male, and to hell with headscarves! They spend their energy on trivialities.’

‘Are you sure you are not bitter because they are demanding long-denied rights?’ I asked.

‘I am not crying for lost privileges, my friend. The thing is, of all the issues that await them, why do they myopically focus on upsetting family cohesions, and initiation of unwarranted scuffles? Why do they give too much weight to ‘the man should cook for me, and wash the dishes’ slogans? Even, in situations (unlike in the West) where there are no pressing conditions for that to be done.

‘I think there is no harm in us doing those works. But I agree with you, that if respect is mutual in the family, then sharing house chores could be agreed upon cordially without any bitterness. And I concur with you that the element of coercion is the spoiler here. In addition, the prejudice that the ‘whites’ are culturally more superior to us is what we have to repel.’

 

He shook his head and finally told me what happened last night. According to his story, he expected his wife to be in her family’s home - attending to her sick mother. At least, that is what she told him before she left the house, two days ago. But he says, he was dumbfounded when the news reader of the TV broadcasted pictures of Yustur, his wife, donning a cap, and with big dark sunglasses.

 

‘A delegation of young women has arrived today from Diredawa to pay a week-long visit, aimed at fostering the sisterly relations between the youth of the two cities. Marwo Yustur Wacays, the head of the delegation told journalists that this year’s event is organized under the slogan 'Free Movement for women bolsters family cohesion'the TV man said, the stranger-friend told me. He held his mouth with his hands, and quizzed me, ‘mind you, with no notice. With no permission. Do you think this will bolster our unity? No way. She will see!’ he vowed. ‘By the way, do you call a forty three years old women (who was serving tea to the explorers, when they were marking the equator), ‘young’? Or she adheres to ‘the forty-three’ years-young doctrine of the cosmopolitans? War anagaa wax aragnay!’ he seemed genuinely displeased.

 

Suddenly, the door of the toilet opened, and a skinny short man walked out, throwing his hands. He was furious. ‘Now, do you call yourselves human beings? I have epilepsy and fell down inside the toilet, and no one comes to my rescue? Thankfully, it was before I started and I am not messed up’ he walked away - dejected.

 

The man, who told me his wife’s story, was the next after me, but on account of his age, I allowed him to take my turn. Some at the back of the line murmured. Disrespect? The humiliation the man was dealt by his wife triggered reflections of parallels I knew about. My mind quickly raced back to that final year in my school. And to Haybe.

 

Despite our earlier undertaking not to disappoint Haybe again, when in the same year – the graduation year, we saw his pick of partner from the Eve’s descendants; we couldn’t let him ruin himself. Not before our own eyes!

 

‘Naagtan faraha ka qaad! She is not for you. She is worthless’, all of us thundered on the daunted Haybe; who in his confusion cocked his head to his left, eyes fixed on the sand flooring, as if to say enough, enough, I hear it, but would you please end it. The torment was unbearable, I felt.

 

‘What is with her? And why are you so much concerned?’ he said, after he somewhat recovered from the initial agony.

Mahdi never minces his words. ‘Everything is wrong with her. In fact, it would have been easier to answer, had you asked what is right with her. Don’t you see the way she dresses, the way she talks and most of all the unfaithfulness? By the way, even if she is the most righteous girl in the city, would it matter, as long as everybody in town sees her entirely differently? And that is what they do.’

‘You haven’t said anything.’ Haybe got heart from the lack of evidence on the supposed culpability of his love.

‘I have said everything, if you have ears. Must I say she is the toast of men of all ages? Or ought I to tell you, what her epithet these days is: ‘the river of the country’. Do you see the jab here? Or you are God’s sheep as I suspected? War meesha waa laga wada cabbaa!’

 

Nobody disdains Haybe as a squeamish soul, but with what is just being said against Hibo, he had a fill of insult. His neck prickled with ire. Testicles are patted, and there was no way he will let this go with impunity. He charged forward, tooth clenched, eyes red-shot, and got the chin of the last talker- who, frankly, he doesn’t recall who he was anymore- with a head butt. Blood gushed out and smeared shirts. The frenzy and the swapping of blows didn’t let us distinguish who was bleeding and who wasn’t. If we hadn’t intervened in time, I bet grave-diggers would have had at least one more body to rest, that day.

 

The next morning, all of my friends handed the weight of convincing Haybe to ditch that crazy girl down to me. We knew he was head over heals for her, but we also knew she will land him in unfathomable mess. I, the self-proclaimed most liberal of all the guys, wondered what is so special of the girl, that blinded the serene friend of us, from the glaring reality. For it was true, that Hibo was seen entwined with so many men, that nowadays, it has become easier to recall the date and place she was sighted, than to describe the man with whom she was last seen. It was rumored she goes out with men on an hourly basis.

 

When we were compiling evidence on her infidelity, we were astounded by what we saw and heard. Yusuf would come with the story of ‘she was with a young boy-half her age, jeego-xiir ah, and they held hand-in-hand,’ with a wrath that leaves one wondering whether he is just imparting information, or bemoaning a harsh rout in a love contest. Xaashi said, he saw her with a very old man, balding and white-haired (driving a Toyota Pick-up). He added that on top of the Pick-up car was flour-mill, and that he suspects the man might be an owner of a bakery in the town.

[Jacaylbaro]

I thought you said (Short Story) in the title ,,

[Abtigiis]

War wali way soo socotaa ee aniga soowdiga xaalkayga og! Soo diga og inaan dhexdhigay qaybta politics'ga.

KoolKat

Abaayo, waxaa waayee af-******* ma fahantidoo?? kii Muuse Suudi baan kugula hadli hadda: xaa waayeee yabaal ma fahmaayo? mihiina xaa walaxaas laga dhahaa? JB fadlan take the pain of inviting her, Sahra Daawo's "Yabaalbaa,laba...".

[Jacaylbaro]

Yabaal baa

Yabaal baa

Yabaal baa laba is jecel

Kala yaaciyee ,,, kala yaaciyee