Dear, Sol Share a favorite childhood memory, and if that experience shaped you in any way.

kan in wax la weydiiyo kuma haboona, waa dameer marba dhinac biyaha loo saarto.

GD, Saxib unity cannot be established as long as there are sellouts... so people will sell their souls as long as it means making money (AIMMM). Arabta wax ka lacag jecli majirto. they sold properties to few Jews and now look at the result.

"With capitalism, labor power becomes a commodity..... Capitalism historically originated with the creation of two social classes: the laborer and the capitalist." thus inequality, and exploitation are the driving spirit of capitalism; so are you suggesting that muslims should engage in a system that violates human rights but also systematically exploits less developed nations from their resources?

like someone already said, its a plan that is certainly worth giving a try... the rule of progress in any society starts by advancing the education system first which then creates a sophisticated people that will understand the social instructor and laws of the society. Awoowe Silaanyo wa smart and a wise man- someone once said "wisdom promotes knowledge"

Just over the weekend- i was sitting on my laptop in the kitchen early in the morning and my Eedo was on the phone talking to family members in Burco, i over heard the news about kids missing and two women that were in critical condition after they were assaulted by what is believed to be "isma-liig" or "dadqal." so i got a chance to ask my aunt what happened yesterday and she was like "waar caruurtii baa loo soo dhigtay"adding that kids are now the hottest commodity back home, and there is also cannibalism in some places.... walahay "savages" waa dhaafnay mar hadii la is cunaayo!

horta intaanad guursan, waxan kugula talinlahaa inaad secondary iska dhamayso- talada kala saaro markaad dimplomada gacanta ku dhigto.

they look more like students- actually few of them have a papers in hand and everyone seems to be focus on the subject. jat iyo facebook kama socdo meesha ee hala soo ogaado ujeedada hawshay ku'jiraan.

"It's considered bad form in South Africa to talk openly about how much you paid for a wife. Let's just say it cost me a herd. And it was worth every cow." read more at http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/9369284.stm

halkii dumar laga amaani jiray, kani cay buu u laabay sidii cashar quraan ah. its the new age thing i guess

wax waliba waa ka suurtagasha dadka maanta-it doesnt surprise me to hear men bleaching their skin. its the reality of the times we're living.

Chocolate and Honey;689151 wrote: Spot on! Somali women give birth to mentally ill children because they're so godamn lazy. Not only should they be sterilized, they should be trained in schools on how to raise or even create a disease-free children; whatsmore, they should go to nanny schools instead of colleges. They should practice by getting jobs as nannies, daycare workers and babysitters in their neighborhood. As part of their "how to give birth and raise Autism and disease free child," they should do extensive research on sick children by simply asking the children's mothers "why did you do this child? When did you know you were responsible for creating such child? And how can I avoid birthing a mentally challanged or socially challanged child?" They should also carry an identification card that reads " I can give you a disease-free child; I passed all the tests." And the ones who don't have a card or proof? Well, those SHOULD definetly be sterilized! Yarta, u sound like your mother is some sort of prophet, listen most of us here are product of a beautiful Somali mothers and I can tell you that the actions of few psychopaths doesn't justified the reality of being a mother. secondly considering the circumstances back home, lack of schooling, and the nature of caring back home were the fathers are absent from their children; dont you think its unfair for you to put all the blame in services of the mothers? Come on- the mother could be outside all day trying to put a food on the table and they come back exhausted and de-hydrated from sitting in the sun selling tomatoes. walahay if anyone should be held accountable- its the fathers whom grass their asses with jat and are never concern with what they produce (shit)

dad baa iscunay baan maqli jiray- Mike Tyson biting is more justifiable, these mothers where fighting over water- Come on... how do we expect the kids to act when mothers are doing stuff like this. CEEBEEY TACAAL*

Somalina;688803 wrote: lol... It is an old thread. damn its from 2005- thank you Somalinacima:)

Soo dhawow Miriam, welcome and dont be afraid to engage in all subject matter:)

I was checking to see if the story was initially reported by latimes on their twitter account- and found no evidence of them reporting the story on twitter... instead they where busy hammering the Gardena high school shooting.... I'll pray for him and his family- frankly any model citizen should be mention locally and nationally in times of tragic event. lets hope he walks out of this:(

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I wonder which one is more tragic; Not having a country or watching the horror scenes of people stripped naked out of their customs and value systems? Dear Diary which one is worst watching- Our youth gulping thin air from a dirty bottles in a hookah bars or watching neglected sisters roaming three in the morning wearing miniskirts and see-through panties as they go in and out clubs? Dear diary, which is more scary; a mother burying her son after finding out he was involved in a drug raid, or the one burying the ashes of Al-Shabaab recruitment? Dear diary, which one is more horrible? The ongoing prosecution of refugees in South Africa whom were hoping for salvation only to become the victims of discrimination, or the imprisoned father of five kids whom justice had been denied to him because he was wrongly convicted for working with Al-Qaida? Looking through the mirror feeling ugly and confuse. At the root of our confusion is a condition of self-hate. Probably explains why our precious sisters are rocking blond hair and blue eyes more and more. Just when you thought we were brought to swimming upstream, shit I guess the struggle is our best friend. AND NOW THEY’RE SENDING CHILDREN TO FIGHT THEIR BATTLES, ISNT THAT A SHAME? Kulmiye@Copy Right.

In this particular occasion I want to write about a lenient doubt, and course of realization; a thought of which literally reduced me into a bundle of sheer sentiments. Yo, I have realized that I have been a lost sheep for so long, showering my *** with commercial materials of misguided culture which has substantially been corrupted by Corporate America and the sellouts in BET. I realized how sorry I am for any child who will grew up fatherless, and by any means will look up to someone in the media with no morals or value to offer them guidance. I have realized that I want my ink to be jubilant spirit for young King’s and Queen’s who have been neglected under the vicious circumstances back home, and generations of Nomads who are now engulfed in crisis everywhere. I have realized that many of us are searching for a dream; a fantasy that is manifested through western media. Thus many of us are willing to sale our souls and be a kiss-ass’ as long as it gave us the benefit to swim upstream in this capitalism world. I have realized that it's very common to see Somalis in rallies, protesting against the injustice in places like Palestine and Guantanamo Bay, yet they never shed a light on their own conditions back home. I have realized that the odd issue in our community is that we have too many preachers, yet there is a shortage of men who are willing to fellow their pretty speeches with action. I have realized that there is a thin line between our people and the term community; which in many levels makes our kids vulnerable to the western values and customs. I have realized that as Somalis we lack the civil laws to undertake and understand the moral issues in our community. I have realized that we don’t acknowledge the struggles of our past and rarely give the time to appreciate the freedom so many have died for. I have realized that so many of us are tired of wars without a cause, and constant bloodshed between the same people. I have realized the burden of poverty and the pain of losing someone you love dearly. I have realized that I have missed the sand heat, the fresh milk, and the timbre of gossiping men in tea- shacks. I have realized i am tired of writing this’ so I decided to stop. Kulmiye@Copy Right.

This weary sunset had seen the cloud of my past. It has seen the strength of my mother, the fast waves of my ocean in a windy morning. It has seen the gleams of a peaceful soil in a summer afternoon, the scent of fresh papaya while birds loop to settle in yew leaves after midnight storm. Listen, before the mayhem and the ruins scattered in the dirt, I was a sweet nest. I was a pride of a trading empire and served as a coast-host of art conventions and cargos of gold. I was the court field where ancient empires settle their disputes, and ideas were exchanged –and now? And now I stare down in an empty space were war erased the virtue of past civilizations. Yes, this sunset has seen the dusty feet’s of nomads rolling along the hills Shabeele. It had seen youth dance at twilights, and tea venders singing in June. It has seen soul mates sitting under a tree with long leaves-listening to old songs until the stars appear. It has seen the shackles of colonial repression; as my ancestors lay in bed paralyzed with fear at midnight. It has seen young Afro’s fighting back in defense that ended in murder. It has heard the despair for liberty and seen the tears of grief. It has seen the face of dictatorship, and the spills of anarchy. It has seen the streams of blood after a tribal clash, and men who wage war against each other all for small sand. It has seen school children reciting the Quran in a wood-board, and old men milking poetry tune in a rainy noon. It has seen the expression of poverty, and burden without retribution. This setting sun has seen a journalist crying for protection after U.S. missiles had injured a civilian and life stocks without a warrant, it has seen the scene of crooks dressing in Sheikh’s custom. It has seen a woman in ******ia comforting a seed for seven moons only to be assaulted by Ethiopian pullet machine. It has seen hyenas laughing as they preyed on their victims, while vultures grew fat feeding on carcasses, and birds swarm above the oak trees singing sad lullabies . It has seen a lady, so fragile and so weak watching her only daughter begin stoned to death. Hurting and crying shacking with anguish she grasp for air hoping the lord will lend her hand- So I have came to admire this sun cause it has stood and shine on through all my pain. Kulmiye. Ali

Thank you H. Bird:)

"wan iyo waraabe"

nomads dhaansaday

Ciyaar Somaali!

is he saying adhiyow adhiyow?