Samuria Or this a new way of having something to say, when you do not have anything to offer? what about this? http://www.haatuf.net/Archive2002/images2002/cartoons.htm or this http://www.haatuf.net/Archive2002/images2002/cartoons2.htm ring any bells?

^^^lol, ok, must have missed that , it was a long one,,,,,,,

Our women are beautiful My sentiments exactly Sister i understand where yr coming from, this is a problem in our community where the women are taking up the role of Wife and Husband at the same time due to '****** ' men not doing what they are supposed to ie respect their wife/sistas etc, but plz do me a favour,dont put us all in the same boat.

you could tell she was a sister; she had that spark about her lol, good one ME and two sisters prayed in an empty lecture hall very surprised :eek: that u dont have prayer room,,,,,,, well at least there is something for yourself and the 7 others to do during the 10 days Dhul Hijj, apply/ask for and open a small unused room that u can use as a prayer room, i'm sure there are laws that say u are entightled to it. Man i miss uni, praying with all ya mates from pak/malay/alg/sudan/ethiopia/eriteria/yemen/bangla/moroc etc. I nip down to the local Masjid when i'm up here and pray in the Bengali-founded mosque, no complaints apart from a lack of line/saf, so many gaps and un-straight lines, now i know its something that asians do but u feel so uncomfortable with huge gaps between yrself and those on each side. I have been thinking about taking this issue up with the imam,,,,, Sophist u shud really find a prayer room that all can u, u will gain ajar from it ia,,,,,

Only a few black ppl in profession, quantity surveying, so i'm the only farax here in this office, apart from a few hindis but hey they r galo, they can relate to all the pub/nights out talk whereas i tend to relate with the footy talk. Do i notice it? thats difficult to say, i notice being a muslim more (going in and out for prayers)than being black. Race is not really an issue for me, grown out of that. Having said that i have prob experienced more racism than most ppl. There is a certain level of discrimination in some high ranking educational establishments, but thats only expected in a majority white country. Like i said, i think the stance for us nomads has changed, religious prejudice is now the main issue for us. White ppl have come to sort off accept black (hence them thinking we are like afro-carribeans) but still have issues with asian (pakistanis).

Jazallahukharan bro, this is a wonderfulr reminder, i was thinking about this just last night :eek: Unkess you are in Makkah by now, chances are you are not making Hajj this year, so plan this year to make Hajj next year. Your good intention is counted as a good deed, equal in weight to actual Hajj, in case you die before next Hajj, your credit will be in your folder, indeed a respectable exit to the next world. isha allah,,,,,,, my close freind is on his way 2mrw on a fri mashallah, and my intention is for next year ia,,, For the rest of the Brothers and sisters, sacrifice things you own that does not get you close to Allah, you know them, so give away things you love, that are forming a barrier between you and Allah. , i think its about time i got rid my cd collection, ive been meaning to do it for about 2 years now, i will do!!!!!ia ps when will the 10 days be upon us?

"Where Is Your God Now?" A Personal Account of Police Terror "After this incident happened that you will read about below, I am ashamed to call myself British, because I learnt that there is no such thing as a ‘British Muslim’. You cannot be ‘British’ and ‘Muslim’ at the same time, because Britain is engaged in a War Against Islam. The account below was my reward for being ‘British’ and obeying the law of the land for my entire life. " Before I begin this account, I would like to say that I am a British Muslim in my twenties. My father came to the UK in the 1960’s and worked for over 30 years as a Government Civil Servant. I was born in the UK, I underwent all my Primary and Secondary Education in the UK. I went to university in the UK. Prior to this incident, I had had no previous dealings with the Police. I had never been arrested or cautioned. I had never seen the inside of a Police cell. To date, I have not even had points on my Driving Licence! I had a clean record; the same was true for all members of my immediate family. After this incident happened that you will read about below, I am ashamed to call myself British, because I learnt that there is no such thing as a ‘British Muslim’. You cannot be ‘British’ and ‘Muslim’ at the same time, because Britain is engaged in a War Against Islam. The account below was my reward for being ‘British’ and obeying the law of the land for my entire life. Morning 02 December 2003 05:40 I was asleep upstairs when I heard a loud bang which woke up me and my wife. I immediately got out of bed and went to the window. When I looked out, I saw about 15 men who looked like Riot Police, shouting ‘Police!’ and running towards my door. Within seconds, they had broken the front door and ran up the stairs into my bedroom. Since the lights were off, each of these policemen had torches with them. As they approached me in my bedroom (I was standing with my back to the window), I put my hands straight up in the air. They were wearing blue helmets, body armour, large boots and thick, padded gloves. Immediately, one of the policemen began to punch my head with his padded gloves and they began shouting, “Get down! Get on the floor, you f***ing b**ard, you f***ing c**t!” They pushed me around a bit (my wife later told me that they smashed either my head or another part of my body against the upstairs window, which shattered the pane, but I was unaware of this at the time), then they forced me down to the floor, on my front and six or seven policemen surrounded me. I am thin and tall: each policeman was twice the size of me, and that’s excluding their equipment. All of a sudden, they began to hit me all over my body. One policeman was repeatedly punching the right-hand side of my head, around the ear. Another was punching the left-hand side of my head, around the ear and left-eye. Another was punching my head from the top. Another was punching my neck. Another was punching my legs. [i am assuming that they were punching me, but it may have been strikes with batons; I was obviously unaware of what they were hitting me with.] Within the space of a few seconds, they must have hit me about 30 times on my head and 20 times on the rest of the body. [My wife later told me that she was shouting at them, “What are you doing?” She also said that I was shouting at them, “Stop hitting me!”] During this initial beating, one of the policemen searched for my private area with his hands, grabbed and pulled. After this assault of a couple of minutes, it was only then that one of them asked me to confirm my name and then he said that I was under arrest under the Terrorism Act 2000, accused of the Commission, Preparation or Instigation of an Act or Acts of Terror. [The odd thing is that they assaulted me first and then asked questions to verify who I was.] They then pushed me to the floor again, on my front, and put handcuffs on my hands behind my back. This was when the real pain began and I began to scream. They left the cuffs on slightly loose, deliberately and then began to pull, push, twist, drag and slide the cuffs on my wrists until I would scream in pain. Whilst I was screaming, they were laughing and making fun of me. The pain on the wrists made me temporarily forget about the pain on other parts of the body. They then stood me up, pushed my head down and marched me downstairs. During this, they repeatedly stood on my toes with their large boots, and punched and kneed my legs, especially my right-thigh. They took me downstairs. Downstairs, we have a wooden laminate flooring and then one carpeted room. We do not wear shoes in the carpeted room because we pray there; hence all shoes were on the laminate, outside the carpeted room. They took me into the downstairs room, sarcastically asking, “Are we allowed shoes in here?” They all entered the room and I heard some things being smashed about by the policemen. They kicked away the floor cushions with their dirty boots and took me to a corner of the room, where they made me kneel down in a prostrate position. They then all began to laugh at me whilst I was in that position and say, “Where is your god now? Pray to Him! You’re in prayer now!” They were sneering and laughing. Then, one of the policemen said, “Search him!” [i was wearing a thin t-shirt on top and a thin pair of legging-type pyjamas on the bottom]. They then lay me down on my front again, pulled down my bottoms in order to expose me and the perverts began to feel and touch their hands everywhere in order to ‘search’ me. Throughout this ordeal, they were twisting the handcuffs until I would scream in pain and they would laugh. They marched me outside the room (at this point, my throat was very dry, perhaps due to screaming, and I could feel blood in my throat), made me wear some flip flops and took me outside my house: all the time, swearing at me, punching me, stepping on my toes and twisting my handcuffs. Outside the house, one of them shouted, “How many are going in the van?” Another replied, “Three.” They took me into a minibus-type van (van with windows and seats in the back) and lay me face down on the floor in the aisle, with my head towards the back of the bus. At least two, and perhaps three policemen entered the back of the van with me: one sat near my head, one was near my legs and I think a third was near the middle. [i cannot remember the exact number as I was face down all the time.] As they got me on the floor, one of them gave me a few solid punches to my back and kidneys, then proceeded to twist my handcuffs until I screamed. Another one stood on my crossed ankles with his boots and pushed them against the metal legs of the bus seats. He also did the same with my knees: squeezing my knees against the metal legs until I screamed. As the van drove off, they were continually swearing at me and twisting my handcuffs until I screamed. A few minutes later, the policemen near my head positioned himself and grabbed my neck with both arms, in a headlock, and he strangled me tightly until I could not breathe. He kept this hold for a few seconds and then released it, making me gasp for breath. The feeling was similar to one who is drowning and desperately fighting to breathe. That policeman who did this, then said to me, “You’ll remember this day for the rest of your f***ing life, do you understand me, you f***ing b***ard?” They then continued to twist my cuffs and push my knees against the metal. A few minutes later, the same policemen got my neck in a vice-like grip and strangled me again. This second time, he squeezed so tightly and for so long, that I thought that something was going to happen to me. My eyes rolled to the top of my head and inside my head, I thought that my moment of death had come. The attempted murderer then released me and I gasped for breath, almost passing out. About 20-30 minutes later, the van arrived somewhere, they took me out and stood me outside the door of the Police Station (I later found out that it was Charing Cross Police Station, not too far from Trafalgar Square). The same two officers who were torturing me inside the van, accompanied me outside the van. They continued to swear at me and twist my cuffs until we entered the Police Station, whence they both became angels and duly obeyed the instructions of the Duty Police Officer. They took off my cuffs and I could barely stand. I looked at both of my wrists and they were bleeding profusely. The size of my wrists had swollen to a size larger than my forearms: I could hardly feel anything in my wrists and part of the palms of my hands due to numbness. The Duty Officer asked me to confirm my name and address and then he asked for the Warrant Numbers of the two policemen who had almost tortured me to death in the van. Under the Terrorism Act 2000, the policemen do not have to give their names, only their ‘Warrant Numbers’. They both gave their numbers as 199400 and 183477 and this was recorded by the Duty Officer on my records. I turned around and looked at both of them for a good minute or two in order to recognise and remember their features, especially after they had removed their helmets. They were both white, obviously. One seemed to be around 30 years old, stockily built, slight-double-chin, ginger hair, freckles on his face. The other was perhaps in his mid to late twenties, short brown hair, blue eyes. Both had helmets which said MP 011 on the back and both had what appeared to be handguns in holsters, at their hips. My lawyers, from Arani & Co. took both video and still footage of my injuries the same day. I was seen by Police Doctors twice a day, although the examinations were not thorough and only lasted a few minutes at a time. After about 48 hours, my lawyers arranged for an independent Doctor to examine me. He examined me for about two hours and prepared a detailed report on my injuries. He concluded that I sustained the following injuries: Severe bruising to the whole body, especially the head, wrist, face, knees and legs Black eye and cuts on the face Possibly perforated ear-drum with visible blood inside the canal Bruising to kidneys which gave traces of blood in my urine for three days after the assault Possibly fractured cheek bone Possibly fractured ribs My doctor recommended that I be taken to hospital as soon as possible and be x-rayed. The Police Doctors did not consider this necessary. I was kept in solitary confinement for the next seven days and questioned about items the Anti-Terrorist Police had taken from my house, including receipts, old family holiday videos, cash that we had saved up for having the house decorated and other bits and pieces from the house. My fingerprints, mouth swab DNA and hair samples were taken and sent all around the World, including America, to see if I had any links to terrorism: nothing was found. My house and office was searched for explosives, chemical weapons and other terrorism-related items: of course nothing was round. Eventually, after seven days, I was released without charge and I was still not told what ‘act or acts of terror’ I had ‘commissioned prepared for or instigated’. I still do not know until this day. When I returned home to my family, I found out the following: When the Police entered my house, they also handcuffed my wife even though her name was not on any warrant. Whilst she was shaking and visibly upset, the policewomen were laughing at her and sniggering to themselves. The Police damaged my house, rooms that myself and my wife had decorated with our hands and legally-earned money. They damaged the carpets, left black marks on the walls. They smashed a beautiful candle holder-set that we had been given on our wedding. They took a laptop and computer from the house; including a new PC that we had just bought and only contained my wife’s teaching materials (she is a teacher). They left a copy of the Quran on the floor; having taken it down from a table. As I write this, two days after my release and eight days after the initial arrest, I am on sick-leave from work. I still have blood in my ear canal, I am still limping from bruising to my body, I still have a black-eye and marks on my face, my wrists and palms are still numb due to damage to the nerves. This is on top of the psychological damage that this ordeal has caused myself and my family. I feel angry, bitter, terrorised, betrayed and oppressed. I feel the Government officials who continuously declare that this is a War Against Terror and not a War Against Islam, are liars and hypocrites, because if it was not a War Against Islam, then why did the Police insult my religion, my prayer and ask, “Where is your god now? You’re in prayer now?” I feel that the Police officials who go on about community relations with the Muslim Community, are liars and hypocrites because they have no interest in keeping relations with the community. They say that this is War on Terror. I don’t understand how those who terrorise innocent people themselves have the right to claim that they are fighting a War on Terror. Britain is engaged in a War Against Islam and I challenge anyone: Police, Government or otherwise, to convince me otherwise. I believe that everyone should know about this incident, so that it is not repeated and no other innocent people are terrorised by Britain’s ‘Anti-Terrorist’ Police. The British Government should be wary of repeating the cycle of what happened to the Irish in the 1970’s. After bomb attacks on the mainland, the British Government interned thousands of Irish men: homes were raided, husbands were taken away, fathers were beaten, women and children were left crying. Louise Christian, a leading human rights lawyer, said that this did not end terrorism and support for the IRA; rather it increased resentment and fuelled sympathy and support for the IRA in the long run. SOURCE: StopPoliceTerror.com

Smithy the people of Sool have decided long ago that they are Somali's first and they belong to the republic of Somalia. How did u come to this conclusion? Since A Yousuf came to prividence? Samy: All this picture portrays is the dream of my fellow countrymen from Hargeisa, and nothing more. Amin Amir does not have the faintest idea as to the real settings in Las Anod, and his artistic prowess derives momentum from contemporary “marfish” talk in the coffee houses in Toronto: Neither is it reliable nor is it objective. Insults :rolleyes: , so how should the pic look like, give us a creative description of the 'real'situation in Pland,,,,,,,,,, Mobb The picture is an insult to the people of SOOL. I feel the picture could not have been drawn better, illustrating the real situation, qabilism is playing a big role in this, the ppl of Sool were happy and content with being part of Somaliland until this qabil issue was awakened by this monster A Yousuf. So stop with the we want Sool to be part of Pland and Somalia rubbish, its all based on 'qabil' and what they think is best for their qabil for the future. ie will we be better off in Pland/somalia with view to having an influence in any future government in Somalia. The truth aint pretty for some, but those who recognise the 'real' issues and reasons behind the smoke screen shall be better informed and shall not result to insults etc,,,,,,,,,, peace and am out!

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=519&ncid=718&e=10&u=/ap/20040113/ap_on_re_us/imam_indicted Prominent Ohio Islamic Leader Indicted

Depending on each individual's diet, there shud be no excuse for not eating healthy. Ppl back home eat healthier, fresh meat, fresh fruit, climate. I'm so surprised at my little cuzins eating too much junk food, i been thru the junk food days myself, it aint healthy, but u yr diet does adapt to fast food. In london, these 'fried chicken'joints 90% are useless, the chicken is delivered already prepared and frozen (dixy etc) whereas up norf its prepared like how its supoosed to, with all fresh goodies added there and then, hence, myself not going to many fast food joints down here. U want quality food? two places, sheff and manchester,,,,,,,,, :cool:

BEING TWENTY - SOMETHING ,,,,,,crisis??? i wud like to think of it as grown, life starts to look alot clearer after the clouds of uncertainty and insecurity have cleared. You start realising that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met May i add, that new freinds made are often ppl who are rightious, therefore u appreciate them more. Even though u dont see them as often as previous 'freinds'. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! right now i'm broke! :rolleyes: Send this to your twenty-something friends...maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion. looool, they will prob take it the wrong way neway!

gr8 reply Baashi, an oversight on my part in not recognised worthy causes in relation deen. However, now that we have solved what they contribute, lets flip it again. WHat do they contribute 'Politically'. We all know about these west 'owned' regimes who are one minute building mosques and the next are too weak to even support the ummah. With all the money they have, why are they not using this to better advance their ppl, to help other struggling muslims, (i dont mean charity) but help poorer countries/communities be self dependent. But no, we have Saudization in the khaleej countries, those who have been will have noticed the vast difference between the rich and the poor (very evident), they are too busy convinced the west to use their deserts as air bases, Dubia is the new 'middle heaven' for westerners, the arab leaguemeeting constantly turn into he said she said slanging matches between Libya and the rest. So, apart from those good deeds Baashi and Bee mentioned there are also negatives which are not noticed or ignored. or maybe i just dont like arabs much myself.

I can guess the answer he will give, (Mancini)

Question was-what do they contribute? Key word here being 'do' not 'did' like most ppl think. So lets flip it, what do they contribute in todays world? not historically, thats an interesting question.

To be hoest i dont see what the big fuss is about? Let the geezer say what he wants, if u dont like it, cool. But what do we think about whites/yahudes/british? we prob have the same stereotypes as he does. We are constantly stereotyping, hes done the same, and bang, big deal,,,,,,,,, :rolleyes: , dont give that cr*p about hes jew hes this hes that, his opinions about arabs are prob the same as yr co-worker u get along with,,,,,,,

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/3389211.stm Doqon!

Those who are confused, and entertainment is not an option and they do not know what is next: Techno, sports, Waryaa Odeyga, to be honest i dont understand yr un-supported 'conclusion' and i do take offence. However i will try to put in a good word for the sports 'headz'. I'm actually writing this while watching goals from the french 1st division on eurosport, in the head office canteen, lol. While others have books, games, internet etc as escape routes from the rigours of 'real life', we have sports. We are not confused, sports fans are among the coolest ppl to get along with and consider our selves content with what we have in life/what we have achieved so far/where we are going/don’t care what others think (a touch of arrogance doesn’t hurt) and live life to the full (when we have the time). PS u know what I did yesturday? I watched two live games, played 90mins of football, helped out the fam before I got on the motorway to London, now I’m at work earning my buck with plans for the future, now is that what u call confused and doesn’t know whats next? Yr on very thin ice mate

dont worry mate Juve are back,,,,, gr8 game vs Sampdoria, Nedved was the man (yet again)

Pearl: cat caught ur tonque or does that come natural? Honestly? i just couldnt be bothered,,,,,,,,,

I love this tourny, Africa at its best, the pase, power and skills on the dry pitches, the scenery of the fans chanting, serving some delicious looking food pitch side -could almost smell it, well its about to kick off. Fave teams Senagal, the abdonible lions, Ghana, shud be a good spectacle. http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/africa/default.stm

Very well put Baashi, but is really that easy? We all know *** different ppl/families are to these sort of situations, i think what u have portrayed is an 'ideal' solution. Pearl northerner....walaalo if u call that western influence....i say its a solution....besides....am sure back in somalia women used to get it done....unsure if it was legal or not....besides if one is in a messed up situation as this one...whats stoping u from getting an abortion.....u already committed zina....i dont think murder is too far off :rolleyes: , uninformed judgements :rolleyes:

He does have some good points, the problem with us is we dont like the truth because it hurts, as much i hate the arab rulers and their double standards, i think this article should be taken with a pinch of salt but not entertaining the 'highlighted statements' of all arabs are suicide bombers, limp amputators, women oppressors. Apart from these statements highlighted by the media, what else has he really said thats not true? I consider this more of a wake up call than a derogotory statement.

I will not be able to make it i'm affraid, up norf for the wknd, family stuff, and a freind's wedding, damn too many weddings,,,,,,,, :confused: , i may do something silly to make sure i dont get invited to any more,,,,, Enjoy yr day all of yous, Ameenah and Bee, odhayga ee dunkadha, one on each cheek, but be careful enough not to cause him a heart attack at the same time

Bee Damn..you lot know how to side-step Qs don't ya? I told u i'm a diplomat and would be a good politician, side stepping questions and having the gift of the gab is a speciality that only a few can master. Pearl solution: get an abortion Too many western influences for u if thats what u wud advice someone to do, but i will take it as tongue in cheek for now.

Special thanks to all those involved in the process, students, working policy groups and specially the SOMALI CO-ORDINATING COMMITTEE for fighting our corner. Welldone for fighting our corner guys and girls! appreciate it