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  1. Alla yaa arxamu... this is indeed a sad news, I have heard similar stories about kids being killed physically abused by their teachers but walaalo this is one way of raising children and teaching them more about our holly religion, marka I agree with you... but on the one hand it's infact a bad way of teaching, on the other hand children may not learn if teachers don't have some form of a punishment for them. I guess the teacher did not intend to kill the poor child.. but I guess he got carried away
  2. Men are like. . . Laxatives. . . They irritate the crap out of you. :mad: Men are like. . .Vacations. . . They never seem to be long enough. :confused: Men are like. . .Weather. . . Nothing can be done to change them. :confused: Men are like. . .Blenders. . . You need one, but you're not quite sure why. :rolleyes: Men are like. . .Chocolate Bars. . . Sweet, smooth and they usually head right for your hips. Men are like. . .Coffee. . . The best ones are rich in the heart Men are like. . .Commercials. . . You can't believe a word they say. Men are like. . .Department Stores. Their clothes are always one half off. Men are like. . .Government Bonds. . . They take soooooooo long to mature. Men are like. . .Mascara. . . They usually run at the first sign of emotion. Men are like. . .Popcorn. . . They satisfy you, but only for a little while. :eek: Men are like. . .Lava Lamps. . . Fun to look at, but not very bright. Men are like. . .Parking Spots. . . All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped. ps. No offense my dear brothers, I'm just a sister trying to kill time with my so called boring job. I got this from a website it is not what I have created. capiche!
  3. Yes sister, I couldn't agree with you more on this... Eid was a lot more better when we're @ home and the childhood eid memories were the best Here I go with my list of I recall====== I recall happy children with new clothes I remember everyone saying ciid mubaarak to eveyrone else I recall buufin I recall hanging out with my friends in groups and getting money for ciid mubaarak then spilliting it and paying stuff... food, toys, anything that would make us happy Oh! I hope we get to go back to our dear motherland May the Almighty Allah create peace in Somalia Aaaaaaaaaaaaamiiiiiiiiiiin Thanx abaayo Hawd