Returning from a visit to Mogadishu, European Commission officials said some 5,000 Somalis had been treated for war-related injuries in hospitals there since the start of the year, and that about a third of those were women and children. Aamiin Illaahoow u gaargaar masaakiinta dhibaataysan iyo dhamaan inta ay daallimiinta najista ah ee Tigreega iyo laga-roone-yaasha tfg dulminayaan. Dukum daakum Allaha idinka gaalo iyo intii u dabadh.ilifeysaba. Illaahane dhulka idin la go' "When two elephants fight, the grass gets damaged. We are not the cause of these deaths. It is being caused by those who attack the government. [ilaahay meel baas kaa tuur] Habaarkaaga mid lala jiro Allaha inooga dhigo. Aamiin. FG: Adeer I am having to restrain myself back. There must be something we can do directly rather than organising and campaigning. Naftuu haduu Alle igu daayo, I am heading home. This is my only chance inaan ama gaalo kun ka dilo ama gacan iga xaq daran i disho oo aan ku jano tago. I've had enough of watching myself.

^^Lol. have you no comprehension, man? LX, brilliant adeer. As always splendid translation. Where's Odey Xiin iyo Sharmarke? Xiin (I know you don't consider songs as murti) iyo Shamarke, why don't we continue what LX has started and look to translating Somali poetry into English for the comprehension of SOL's masses? PS: Xiin, you've suggested a translation project to me before; are you still up for it?

Originally posted by NGONGE: Didn't the organiser have a heart attack at last year's event? Xubeer, Tell the truth, how many digits did you get last year? Kiya kaha aap ne? Bohot pyar karte? Oh my laddu! Lol. Actually, I tried very hard but no chance. I tried to direct the odd pretty girl to somewhere secluded to interrogate the digits out of her. But I failed. I was accompanied by a pair of vigilant eyes, you see. She just didn't give me a break. Aah, there were so many xijabified sisters of all colours there. So much I admired them from afar .

Is it possible to campaign for the premiership by any chance? Lol@nuune iyo Ducaysane. Thanks guys. But couldn't you look into your merciful hearts and choose me for the PM position? me - are second nominations allowed.

Male doctors don't wanna hear shidh. Its in, jab in the bum and off you stagger off. My experience with younger female docs fills me with hope. Hopes of seducing them, to be quite frank.

Lol@the not so fresh ocean smell. You simply put so beautifully .

Thought I'd share something I've been playing around with. Please tell me what you think of it. Thanks. ------ Part One FLEETING MOMENTS AND CONFESSIONS The afternoon summer sun evenly flung its orange rays through the windows, illuminating the kitchen’s crimson painted walls. Crimson walls, oh how so tragically unfashionable, she thought. But crimson was her mother’s favourite colour, who always joked that the colour reminded her of the passionate love she once had with her father. That was before he went off marrying a second wife, to spread his seeds so to speak. While in the kitchen, she would occasionally edge closer to the sitting-room, throwing quick arrowed glances at its direction, to spy on Diiriye. The contrast between creamy colours of the sitting-room and the darkness of the figures inside it, gives me even with quick glances a better view, she always believed. It had been what she liked about the sitting-room and its colours. On a previous occasion, when an elderly man and his son came visiting her at home to seek her hand in marriage, quick glances was all it took her to see her suitor’s not-so-handsome face. And for that reason, she had to turn down a prospective marriage proposal. What a bummer, she remembers muttering. But this time around, the man occupying the suitor’s position was a tall, charming and handsome man his late twenties. He was the perfect portrait of the kind of man she would gladly accept a proposal from, simply at face value. No second thoughts. The problem, however, was that the man wasn’t visiting with a marriage proposal in hand. He just happened to be a friend of her cousin, and was there for altogether a different reason. Unbeknownst to her expectant thoughts, Diiriye aloofly sat on the couch, listening to love songs. He seemed very much absorbed between the melody and the ever deepening meaning of the songs’ lyrics. Still barricading herself in the kitchen, Nimo felt the strong urge to passionate sing along as loud her lungs would permit her. Whenever the song that most interested her was blasted out from the stereo player, she would feel an immense yearning to simply burst into the sitting-room, and encourage Diiriye to loosen up and sing. Sing, for heaven’s sake! But she held back her excitements. In return, she decided to take a lengthy look at him. Now candid and attentive to study Diiriye’s reactions to particular songs, she wished he would sing along as much as she wanted to, especially when some of her favourite songs were playing. If he were to do so, she believed, it would be possible that he may share not only her appreciation of these songs, but also acknowledge and compliment her for her good taste in Somali music. That would at least be a positive start, she felt. Such were her presumptuousness. She did not know Diiriye that well, yet in all the times she saw him, she couldn’t help feeling in the back of her brain, that he was the kind of man that could make her his lover, or if over optimistic, his future wife. How she desired things would turn out that way. After a while of being cooped up in the kitchen, she felt she could no longer hide in there forever, and took the bold step to reveal her seductive presence, be it to tempt his attention for a moment. Slowly, she walked out of the kitchen with her eyes shyly lowered, to only look up straight at him once she was sure she was standing right before him. The seductive has unleashed with all its intricate allures and tempestuousness. However, the poor fellow into freeze of senses, his mouth gasping for air and his eyes unsheathed to the form of human flesh entirely made of oozing sexiness. Gulp. She too gulped few pockets of empty air. She was puzzled. What’s up with this fool? Take hints, dummy! I am seducing you! An encounter with a modern girl, this was surely. Shame, she was eying him suggestively, but he was miles away from picking up hints or any other meaning to the brave lady’s asserted advances. To her dismay at that particular moment, she thought, what is more disgraceful than to harbour affections and willingness to belong to a man, when he isn’t least bit appreciative of the opportunity? But what good would such an opportunity for a guy who is mortified be alone with a young lady in her own family home. This time though, there was no way he could avoid it. Nimo’s other cousin, Nora, who is never usually away from the house, has that day gone out to drive her mother Muxubo to her relations. Her absence was to her delight and to Diiriye’s distress. For her, the perfect opportunity has presented itself, and for the first time in her short life, she could confront Diiriye with the sudden affections she seem to be taking root in the fertile soils of her heart. Dressed modestly with a traditional scarf, she adjusted it to reveal parts of her jet black and beautiful silky hair. And instead of talking to him, she cleared her mind, and started to sing along with the Somali song that was playing at that moment: “Maxaan kaa dhugsayoo Inaan dhaayaha ku saaroon Ku dheehdo dooney!” “Maxaan kuu dhabar adaygoo habeenimo kugu dhadhabayoon” “Dhuuntiyo laabtana Kaa dhex baarey!” How I awaited hearing from you And to lay my sight on you To have my eyes feast on you Oh how I persevered to have you And in nights hallucinated of you And within my heart and throat Oh how I searched for you” Diiriye felt somewhat confounded about what she was alluding to. What the fcuk is she doing now? Had he been giving out any affectionate signals, he thought, he would have expected this lady behave this unbecoming manner. He clutched both of his hands unto the couch, thrusting back his body weight trying to avoid Nimo who was poking a finger at him. Her face displayed intense emotions; her eyes were teary, her composure confused, as she confessed all her days affections towards him. Along the way, she felt as though the confession was drain all sensibility and energy out of her being, and making her emotional numb. Her frantic efforts were far from fruition. She felt disappointed. Even more distressful, she was beginning to feel that her shoddy judgments were mistaken. She begun to perceive Diiriye as not being the kind of man she thought he would be. For her, a man must have the skill of getting hints when given out by a lady, but as concerns Diiriye, even when he was made a direct declaration, he does not seem to yield. While she stood there in front of the couch, grieved and motionless, Diiriye crept up from the couch slowly, and went towards the CD player to switch it off. The second the music stopped playing, Nimo’s cousin, Hajir, entered the house unexpectedly. He found himself standing in the sitting room. He immediately looked across the room, and saw Nimco’s teary eyes. Diiriye’s discomforted figure stood next to the CD player, unmoving. Nimco turned towards Hajir, and speechlessly pointed a finger on Diiriye, now hanging his head in shame. She was shaken, and tears rolled down her cheeks. In a matter of a split second, alarm bells went off in Hajir’s ever suspicious mind. However innocent things might have looked, Hajir assumed the worst of it, and started to yell. Diiriye, on the other hand, didn’t and couldn’t utter a word. Haajir thought Diiriye’s silence was a complicit affirmation of the ugly thing he tried to do to his cousin. ‘Get out,’ Hajir ordered, ‘you filthy b.astard!’ ‘What!?’ Diiriye cried. ‘Just get out before I kill you!’ Haajir repeated. Nimo, whimpering and heartbroken from the turn of events, couldn’t hold back from crying. ’No Hajir!’ she cried, ‘it is not what you think.’ ‘What the hell happened then,’ Hajir shouted. ‘Nothing, I swear, nothing’ Nimco explained. ‘Tell me, what he has done to you?’ ‘Nothing, I swear. It was my fault’ Nimo replied. ‘Fine, you can explain it to your mother and brothers then’ Hajir said. ‘No! Please don’t tell them anything’ Nimo cried out again. Diiriye stood there, looking even more distressed than before. He contemplated what the consequences could be if her mother and the bothers were to be informed. He has had disagreements with one of Nimo’s brothers before over a girl both of them liked. Diiriye was convinced that if Nimo’s brother was to be given the opportunity, he would have no second thoughts of murdering him. Her brother was that kind of person. Diiriye whispered to himself, ‘great! Now I am to be killed for a woman I harbour no feelings for! I wish she was Suad. I wouldn’t be least worried dying because of her!’ PS:I know some of my friends my have read parts of this story in another place. But I promise to pass you the parts from where I left it off for you. Bear with me for now. Thanks.

^^ Adeer I am in the chatroom Caawa im in need of fagaaro politics

Bloody one liners

Mexican Pranks

^^Aren't we suppose to extend our shopping throughout the Muslim community?

^^Abuu nuune lol. Mahadsanid sxb. In badan baan la soo guuxayey magacan isaga ah ninyow- aakhirkiina waa anigan soo maaxdey . War heedhe, Insha-Allaahu they'll prevail. The guys are working overtime this time around, and it seems the odds are with them. Tigreega by invading Somalia, have give the guys the chance they always needed. Soon, Insha-Allah, you'll see Meles running back to addis deafted and scathed in Somalia too, with his tail between his hind legs. Melesow jab oo jugtii ku gaarta halbowlaha ku jar Illaahanee!

^^Brother before the mid-80s, most of Somali women dressed with guntiino (gar-xir leh iyo ganbo for the married ones), occasionally garbasaar, and uncovered hair oo la tidcay (or braided). So it wont be surprising if you see some women still dressed as such. Raggu timaweyn kuu ahaan jirey, tintuna xaga sare ayaa dab lagu diirin jirey to stop dust getting into the afro, and a tuurin will be sticking out from the hair. Dressing up to cover all parts of the female body and praising Allah were not contradictory things then. Rather, as accorded by the sufism people adhered to those days, all was natural.

Lol@Casiir-inflated girth. Oodweyne has a way with words ninyow. Only him can come up with such phrases. Was he talking to you? Back to the topic. Sxb haa the ONLF have been lately concentrating on taking advantage of pr campaigns. PR has brought them to vast numbers of Somalis and non-Somalis. More and more people are joining the caravan...anna waa sidaan ugu darsamay caravanka .

^^Double Apple, yeah mixed with mint or mango.. Lol@Thud. Ma joonyad baradho ahbaa?

Dont wanna go there again- I dont wanna be wearing those floresent jackets. They are an insult to my fashion sense. Besides, I kept asking myself: whats the point really? Unity? what unity? Peace? What peace?

^^Sure. We can summon NGONGE over then .

For those who are not familiar with it, Taarab is an Eastern Africa coastal music - in varying countries such as Kenya, Tanzania/Zanzibar and Somalia. Taarab is a very soothing music perfect for easy listening and its love lyrics are definately appreciable if one has an understanding of Swahili language. My all time favourites: (warning: some sensual dancing in video) New comers:

Originally posted by Emperor: ^Sxb this is high level misuse and abuse of freedom of speech and has entirely nothing to do with FofS, this FofS BS have to have a limit, No? Alright lets talk about how NG had a good night with wifey here on SOL, ain't no limit for the free of S BS... poor impotent It's irritating how they are let loose every time to be caught again, ? Do we live by rules of the Jungle, there have to be stiff and strict measures... shut them for permenant. Maybe my comprehension is lacking today ..hmmm!

^^Lol@Sharmarkiyo Dahia. NGONGE is innocent here. He was merely looking up at some strange cloud over east London when his eyes, on their descent, 'caught' sight of pretty figures in abaya - while his ear heard their sweet giggles . Now that could be a line of defence... NGONGE, yup. The ones in my area seems to be even more shorter sxb. Meeshan Somalida iyo polishka kuwoodaaba ugu dheer.

^I don't fink so.

^^ Hey, about the Asian girls, were they tall or short? Trying to get a better picture. Thats all. By the way, wixi gubanaayey dab buu noqdey in some compound.

Economic Left/Right: -6.00 Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -3.85 I ended up near Nelson Mandela. I don't like him tho. Bet that makes me a self-hating, non-Libertarian (Deep Ecologist) leftist of the communist sort. Well, I never! Nah, actually I knew where I'll end up- I've been a visitor of the Libertarian bookshops (there is one in whitechapel by the way) and a member of the socialist workers (you know those who carry the red leaflets/posters in anti-war demos?).

11-11-2007 Cali Jimcaale Oo Ka Baxay Liiska Cidii Cali Geedi Bedeli Lahayd Iyo Xasan Sh Cali (Imaamka) Oo La Hadalhayo Prof Cali Jimcaale oo wax ka bara Queens College oo New York ku taala iyo Iskuulka qalinjebinta ee City University ayaa dib ugu laabtay magaaldda New York kadib markii ay isaga iyo Itoobiyaanka isla keeni waayeen qabashadda xilkii Cali Geedi ka tagay Cali ayaa warar ku dhow dhow sheegayaan inay kulmeen safiirka Maraykanka Itoobiya u fadhiya iyo madaxda maamulka TPLF ee Adis-ababa ka arrimiya, halkaasoo ay dood dheer ku yeesheen. Jimcaale ayaa sheegay in hadii la doonayo inuu kasbado kalsoonidda dadka reer Muqdisho ay laga maarmaan tahay in la helo sedex qodob oo arrinkaas muhiim u ah kuwaaso culays ku noqday dawladda Itoobiya qodobadaas ayaa kala ahaa. 1- In la mudeeyo taariikhda ay ciidanka Itoobiyaanka Soomaaliya ka baxayaan 2- Inuu la hadli karo cid walba oo soomaali ah oo maamulka Mbagathi kasoo horjeedda 3- Inuusan Adis-ababa uga amar qaadanaynin aaya ka talinta arrimaha xukuumadda. Dhinaca kale, warar kasoo baxaya Nairobi ayaa sheegaya in C/llaahi Yuusuf ruuxiisa uu ka biyo diiday una arko Cali Jimcaale inuu yahay nin uusan wax walba marsan karin, iyadoo dhallinyaradda C/llaahi ku dhowna ay ku eedeeyeen Cali inuu horay maqaallo lid ku ah C/llaahi uu u qoray. Ciddii Geedi bedeli lahayd ayaa si wayn loo baadi goobayaa iyadoo dadkii wax isku falayey ay dhammaantood arrinkaas ka gaabsadeen ama sharuudo ku xirayaan. Warar lagu kalsoon karo ayaa sheegaya in Cali Mahdi iyo rag kale ay wadaan sidii Md Xasan Sh. Cali oo Malaysia ku diyaarinayey shahaadada PHD looga dhigi lahaa qofka buuxinaya jagadii Geeddi banneeyey. Labaatameeyo qof ayaa jagadan u tartamaya iyadoo inta badanna lagu wado inuu noqdo nin kasoo jeeda jufadii Geeddi maadaama siyaasadda Soomaaliya ay haatan beel ku salaysan tahay. Sidoo kale waxaan muuqan qof si gaar ah loo hadal hayo ama lagu xiriirinayo inay wataan Ameerikaanka ama Itoobiya oo ah labada quwadood ee iyagu gacanta ku haya arrimaha Soomaaliya. Haddii aysan tani soo bixin ama lala iman waji cusub oo madax bannaan oo wadahadal ka shaqeeya, waxaa markaasi yaraan karta wax iska bedela xukuumaddii Geedi laga tagsiiyey. 5 Stars - Excellent4 Stars - Good3 Stars - Average2 Stars - Fair1 Stars - Poor 4.5 / 5 (4 Votes)

^^ North, you know Somalida. This guy calls me up and says...'dhaqso, orod orod - dibadda ubaxoo eeg dhanka stratford'. Alarmingly I did, and I asked what it was that caused it. 'A bomb!' he said. I was hoping for the same alarm . Serenity, tell me anything else but German weather pleasant? It was far from pleasant the last time I was there. Their trams/transport is on time to the minute tho, and most of their taxis are mercedes . Beautiful bahnhofs too .