Paragon, ^^Don't worry dear . You are not confused at all. I grant you that. Here I chose a name for you and viola! My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Grand Duchess Fadhi-qurux the Sage of Frome Valley Your Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Most Noble and Honourable Handsom Hero the Inexorable of Great Leering

lol ^ so is the idea of wanting to eat a horse in the first place!

I've always had that thought in the back of my mind. No doubt about it we need Muslim foster families in the west. Very fulfilling job i reckon.

Looks like it might work this time :-P

Damn you your so fast. lol.

HELP!

LoL, Piece of crap doesn't want to work Really nice pics too. Grrr!

LooooL. I have to admit I agree with the guy. Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is a plain and simple crappy business deal. Here’s why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here’s the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity - in fact, it is very likely that my income will increase, but it is an absolute certainty that you won’t be getting any more beautiful! Ouch! She needs more then just looks. Plus if she's all that she makes her self out to b, she shouldn't have any trouble making her own money. Then maybe she could chill with the high rollers. if you want to enter into some sort of lease, please let me know LOOOOOOL

There is no compulsion in our deen and people are entitled to practice their own beliefs. however, to renounce Islam is a capital offence under sharia law.

Her Grace Lady Intuition the Confused of Wimblish upon Frognaze. :confused: I guess I look the part

:rolleyes: What a load of crap! I got 8. How on earth is one to know that you need to be married for at least a year (im suprised their isnt an increase in spouse murders), I don't think its important to know the saint days and whats the deal with santa? Santa = "German/Swedish immigrants to the USA " arnold schwarchenegger is their son

lol, let the war begin!

An inspiring read. you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. Stanford Report, June 14, 2005 'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005. I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots. I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college. And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting. It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example: Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over. I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life. During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together. I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle. My third story is about death. When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes. I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now. This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept: No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. Thank you all very much.

We have the same thing in Australia. Families are given a $5,000 Baby Bonus when a child is born and then a further $600 every year for every child. This was to help convince Australian's to reproduce, but its still the usual suspects that are having them a every year, the muslims . However, down here it does not go in to a trust fund of any sort, I think that would be a more productive idea though.

-Nomadique- HuH! Tell the truth young lady, it was you that pokes me every single day! But I still love you :cool: . I'm currently in a poking war with a fello SOL'er, which I will win *evil laugh* All you new folks have you lot joined the SOL group?

Subxan’Allah! I can not believe this woman is still at it. Even more so I cannot believe how inconsiderate she is in the way she conducted herself after her son’s death. Most of us in Melbourne know Ahmed very well and can see through the flaws of his mother’s accusations. I don’t want to get in to too much depth but let me clear up some misconceptions. This woman ostracised her son completely and refused to have any part of his life when he was alive. The day he started to practice his deen and pray was the day his family made his life a living hell. She did not want anything to do with his new family and refused to meet his wife. As for a “secrete wahabi wedding ceremony” that’s just absurd. Hell I was there! People ate, danced and enjoyed themselves that night. I find even more disgusting how she dragged his wife in to all of this. At just 21 she lost her husband 1 week before she gave birth to their second child, I think that’s heartache enough. I understand her misfortunes of having lost a son herself; I don’t however understand her constant interference in other more delicate issues that could jeopardise other members of the community. Our local masjids work along side the government and the local councils. If they sensed any truth to this woman’s allegation then they would have shut down the facility a long time ago. This is not the first time she or other members of the Somali community have tried to cause trouble for the local masjid. Her son is no longer with us, she should let him rest in peace.

Tallpoppy I think they are. All the ones I go to are. But there is no harm in asking them first. I didn't realise there was another Ramadan post. I didnt really look that hard, mush have been the hunger lol. My apologies.

I don't know what the fuss is about. The monkey's are simply behaving like male humans.

Masha'Allah! Very touching. I need spend more time convaying the words if Allah. JZK

I believe 24 hrs is up... Hayee fill us in dee. I'm hear to supply comfort; the ice cream and hugs.

More importantly Dabshid you are downunder? Did anyone tell you that Melbourne is the better state Just ask our very own lil miss Val.

LooL Dabshiid I know about that story. Bit of a trouble maker that one and think both islamically and moraly he was in the wrong. Apparently the guy is young and masha'Allah on the wadad end of the stick. He married a woman who was older (the aunt) then a lil while later married a younger woman (the neice). The aunt was at the wedding so she was aware the younger wasn't. I wont go into anymore details but things came out in a rather embarassing manner. Word is he was beaten up by her male relatives and it almost turned in to a qabil issue. You can't have you cake and eat it too (that saying never made any sense to me but i believe this is what they had in mind when they came up wit it). Rudy Hmm...I always thought you to be an odd fella. Well at least your english skills have improved ay.