Looooooooooooooooooo oooool kix kix kix kix!

^Qoftaan duruus ayaan ka qorayaa dee. Subject matter weeye. Adna waxaa tahay cad bisil.

^Why? Because Riyaale's gonna commence a regime change in Asmara?

Dhagta ma kuugu sheegaa? Soo dhawee walaal. Ku xatxatayn maayo. Honest.

^Qofta, indha run in lagugu fiiriyo ayaad u baahan tahay si aad jikada ugu dhuumatid ood raashiin jaadjaad nooc minal jabaanees ah u soo daadis! Nin salootada ka dhex guuxa ayaanan ku helin beryahan. Adigoo uunsi shidi ayeey deris ku hindhisoon lahaayeen, oo oran lahaayeen ar abaay heeleey caawa waa loo joogaa!

You're not cooking? Hola at me when bariiska (dabka saar oo ka daneeyso) is ready to be served.

^Maya, walaalkood, Cumar Cadde and NASSIR is my chosen Garaad rep in SOL for me. Direct all comments to him. PS: Nuune don't omit the offense apparent in the gabay ninyow. Tell her it's amaan for Qardho at expense of reer kale. Gartu Illaah beey taqaan.

^All I can see from it is caay to reer Maakhir. Originally posted by Wiil Cusub: I remember markuu lahaa Faysal Omar mushteeg Qardhoo quman baan ka qaylinayee Ma hadaan galay qaabal qawsaynkii Dayaxo waa u galbeed dalkaan tagoo Dubays iyo weheshaday deerada. Kix kix kix, Dubays, eh? That's a direct attack and I take offense on behalf on my clan. Any opportunity for Xaal is welcome. Why conjoin us with Deero? This matter is Xaal! Sayid, banaanka iskeen ninyow.

Originally posted by chocolate & honey: quote: Matalooyin tallantaaliyaan maandhow leeyahay NIN MAJIIRA KELIYUUN QABSADAY HAY MALAYNINA E' Marbaan ahay muddeec camal sanoon maagista aqoone Marna macangag laayaan ahoo miiggan baan ahaye Marbaan ahay muftiga saahidnimo mawlaca u gala e Marna makhaawi waashoo qamriga miista baan ahaye Xaasha Lilaah, my kind of guy except ehem.. the alcohol part I love old Somali poets but dont know where I can find them. Can you help. Score: P=+10, Siren= 10. C&H, thanks. Oh it would be pleasure to be of some help. This particular poem of Qaasim, you might find it (and thousands of others) in www.doollo.com and are available in audio and sometimes text. Other websites include www.aftahan.com , www.golkhatumo.com , www.hoygasuugaanta.c om , and if you want to purchase books on suugaanta hiddaha iyo dhaqanka www.redsea-online.co m would be the place to visit. PS: The poem I quoted is actually one of the best known and mostly translated Somali poem. I think you can get it. There are three versions of English translation available: one by the above translater, the other (the best so far) by her husband aka Dr. Guush, and one by Martin Owen of SOAS. There is a wider discussion paper by Owen that explains a great deal of the poem. Apparently Qaasim ayaa niman si xujo ah u weeydiiyeen, 'Waar Qaasimoow, ku qaran weeynaye, bal maxaad ahayd'. And thus he recited this poem. The al-chohol part is used figuratively . As for Siren, it's a poem borrowed by C. Dhuule then by Mooge and others. The poem is a favourite of literature and music lovers. It extends the boundaries, beyond the pale.

^You like to be dominated yaah? So after you are a raaliyo deep down who wants a man to make her submit.

^You don't have to go; you a variable in the mix. It's what makes it so exciting.

^Oh you have fetishes, eh?

^Queue? What line woman? C'mon admit it, you have a crash on me.

Originally posted by Shakina: ^^WHy, is it that Siren again No. She's my only entertainment. I treasure her nooh. Free comedics. Don't tell her though.

Koolkat lol. Ciil baan u qabaa. Im just looking for any excuse to attack her. Shakina, you know inaan ku jeclahay.

^Oh now you are calling her mad? She is mad though, ma aragtey?

^Shakina went to uni and graduated with flying colour with first class degree under her indha-shareer. Expert diradiraaleey.

Allaha u naxariisto dadkaa gardarada lagu laayey. Aamiin.

^I don't need help from mad women, you know?

^Err 5000 females? Oh my...I must have a word with Sayid. It's his home town after all. Connections. Ahem, I mean prostects.

^No, just so happy.

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Originally posted by The_Siren: Paragon- For a sensitive usually meek sissy boy you sure are being provoccative today, what did you have for breakfast this morning? Cialis? (Google it) Goodir- You Try'na fataal me for your buddy? Siren, I bet you've never heard of a Somali poem called 'Dacar'? You being a fish and chips girl, it's no surprise but I'll help you out and quote from memory a few words from it. 'Dacartuba marbay malab dhashaaye ood muudsataa dhaqabe 'Waxaan ahay macaan iyo qadhaadh meel ku wada yaal e' Gacanteyda midig iyo bidixi waa laba mataanoode Midi waa 'martida' soora iyo maata daadihise Midina waa mindiyo waabayiyo mur iyo deebaaqe Matalooyin tallantaaliyaan maandhow leeyahay NIN MAJIIRA KELIYUUN QABSADAY HAY MALAYNINA E' Marbaan ahay muddeec camal sanoon maagista aqoone Marna macangag laayaan ahoo miiggan baan ahaye Marbaan ahay muftiga saahidnimo mawlaca u gala e Marna makhaawi waashoo qamriga miista baan ahaye -Ahmed Diiriye Ismaaciil baa leh aka Qaasim Want me to continue? I bet not. Chances are that you did cannot comprehend the multitude of contraries it lists. I too contain contraries my dear. So your work is cut out for you; knowing me that is. PS: Since I am feeling generous today, I like be a gentleman and provide you a full translation of quote poem. Try to understand it. Bitter and Sweet Consider the aloe - how bitter is its taste! Yet sometimes there wells up a sap so sweet That it seems like honey in your mouth. Side by side the sweet and bitter run Just as they do, my friends, in me, As I switch from sweet to bitter And back to sweet again. My two hands, right and left, are twins. One twin gives food to strangers and to guests, It sustains the weak and guides them. But the other is a slashing, cutting knife - As sharp to the taste as myrrh, As bitter as the aloe. Do not suppose I am the kind of man Who walks along one path, and that path only. I go one way, and seem a reasonable man, I provoke no one, I have the best of natures - I go another, and I'm obstinate and bold, Striking out at others without cause. Sometimes I seem a learned man of God Who retreats in ascetic zeal to a seclude sanctuary - I turn again and I'm a crazy libertine, Sneakily snatching whatever I can get. I am counted as one of the elders of the clan, Esteemed for my wisdom, tact and skill in argument, But within me there dwells a mere townee, too - A no-good layabout he is, at that. I'm a man whose gullet will allow no passage For food that believers are forbidden to eat, And yet I'm a pernicious, hardened thief - The property of even the Prophet himself Would not be safe from me. I have my place among the holy saints, I am one of the foremost of their leaders, But at times I hold high rank in Satan's retinue, And then my lords and masters are the jinns. It's no good trying to weigh me up - I can't be balanced on a pair of scales. From this day to that my very colour changes - Nay, I'm a man whose aspect alters As morning turns to evening And back once more to morning. Muslims and infidels - I know their minds And understand them through and through. "He's ours!" the angels of Hell proclaim of me "No, ours!" the angels of Heaven protest. I have, then, all these striking qualities Which no one can ignore - But who can really know my mind? Only a grey-head who has lived for many days And learned to measure what men are worth. And now, my friends, each man of you - If either of the paths I follow Takes your fancy and delights your heart, Or even if you cannot bear to lose The entertainment I provide, Then come to me along the path - You're free to make a choice! -Translated by, B. W. Andrzejewski with Sheila Andrzejewski, 1993 Shakina: eat your heart out. Illeen ima ogid waxaan ahay.

Give it time, Duke. All will end up well. Not ingorance but patience and determination to make this one work for once and all. We somehow have to grow up and deal with the real need for governance. 20 years of war is enough. One either wants peaceful Somalis or settling cheap factional points. What needs doing will be done even if bitter to secure the future existence of Somalis and Somalia. Study what Japan did.

Siren, it's what you'd like me to do to you in a remote fantasy? Make me? Sure. Meet me.