^ no, not interested. Where do broken hearts go?

LMAO! Wind and Horn, laba cayaalsuuqiin walee. Odaygaan maxaa saan ugu dhibtiin? Dhiigaa maalin kasto ku kicisaan, nervoso aa ka dhigtiin.

LMAO! Wind and Horn, laba cayaalsuuqiin walee. Odaygaan maxaa saan ugu dhibtiin? Dhiigaa maalin kasto ku kicisaan, nervoso aa ka dhigtiin.

LMAO! Wind and Horn, laba cayaalsuuqiin walee. Odaygaan maxaa saan ugu dhibtiin? Dhiigaa maalin kasto ku kicisaan, nervoso aa ka dhigtiin.

Odayga waa af xun yahay runtii!

Originally posted by HornAfrique: quote: HornAfrik, keep BooliQaran a secret would ya. What is Booli Qaran? Booli Qaran = Xatooyo Xoolo Dadweyne!

Ina lillahi wa ina ilahi rajiun. Sabir & Imaan Allaha idinka siiyo. May Allah bless Aabo's departed soul. Aamiin. Please make Dua for him, caawa Taraawiihda.

^^ War jaajuus ku cunye, naga aamus MMA: Islaantaas waa la yaqaanaa, xita Somalia bay saas ahayd. Reer hebel waa kacaan diid bay ku hayn jirtay.

I'll have a double decaf with a little bit of a flirt You know, at the end of the day, you're either hot or you're not. It looks like I'm not. With my usual bad timing, I walked into Starbucks the other day just in front of a young, tall and blonde bombshell. A goddess. She had a mane of sleek beautiful hair, smooth tanned skin, long legs, and a short skirt and tight T-shirt covering a gorgeous figure. Let's just say I wasn't wearing any of those things. She moved across the room the way a swan glides over water. I felt like a troll. I was limping a little because I had a blister on my heel. As I walked toward the counter I rifled through my purse searching for my wallet, leaving a trail of grocery store receipts and cat-food coupons. Then, when I finally found the wallet, I lost my grip on my purse and dropped it, spilling the contents: my notebook, a mini-umbrella, the car keys, Post-it notes, the dog's leash (so that's where it was) and my cell phone which separated from its battery on impact and skidded in two different directions across the floor. Not the smoothest entrance I've ever made, but, certainly not the worst. Despite the commotion, the handsome young barista never glanced my way as he leaned over the counter, totally focused on the beautiful young woman, and asked – in a voice dripping with innuendo – what she would like. She debated aloud whether she should have the passion fruit tea or a high-calorie frozen concoction – with caramel syrup and whipped cream – before she flashed a gorgeous smile and ordered an iced coffee. The barista called over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving her face, "One iced coffee for the hot lady." Still chasing my belongings as they scattered across the room, I doubted he would have said that to me if I had been on fire. After she shimmered down to the end of the counter to wait, beautifully, for her iced order, the barista turned to me – the only other person in the place – and asked, "Who was next?" I was at a disadvantage because I was bent at an awkward angle, like I was doing the limbo, trying to fish my favorite pen, which had also fallen out of my purse, from under the display case with the toe of my shoe. When I stood up to place my order, the young man who had been so attentive to the last customer simply repeated what I wanted to the prep person at the other end of the counter and turned away. I don't think his eyes were ever on my face, much less glued to it. Now, I realize there isn't any way to work a flirty comment – even if he had been so inclined – into an order for a decaf, non-fat, "wet" cappuccino with Splenda. And, to be honest, I would have been startled if he had. After all, I'm old enough (almost) to be his mother. But, gee, it smarts a little to be dismissed so easily. I guess at the end of the day - usually a long, long day – what's important is that the coffee is hot. Not me. But I wanted to tell the young man, and the goddess, you shouldn't assume that a woman is all washed up just because she's rounded the top of the hill. Sure women my age are a little frazzled, and tired, and we may be carrying some extra weight. If we drop our purse, the evidence of a busy, and decidedly unglamorous, life is exposed. But we're still alive and breathing. OK, maybe I'm not hot anymore. But don't count me out. I can get there in a flash. Cheryl-anne Millsap The Spokesman-Review June 20, 2005

Too good to be true. Had he became Muslim, I swear I wouldn't mind being his 2nd, 3rd or 4th. My oh my!

Oh the Contender used to be the highlight of my Sunday. There was no one more deserving to win then the Latin Snake. A helluva boxer. Anyone remember the Arab punk?

^I understand the 'shoulder to shoulder and feet to feet' is so that the Shaytan doesnt come between you. Mararka qaarkood waxa i qabata sidii kii dhahay 'shaytaanka maxaa loo eryaa, ha tukadee iska daaya' camal inaan dhaho. What's worse is standing in a line which has more people than space provided. and the cell phones and their new age ring tones, don't even get me started. In the middle of Sura Fatiha all you hear is 50 Cent "In Da Club" lol

You all got jokes walee. What's with those people who take the "Close your gaps. Feet to feet, shoulder to shoulder" Hadith all literally. I'm trying to concentrate in prayer when all of a sudden the lady next to me starts playing footsies with me. I try edging my self away from her but she keeps tangling with my pinky toe, What the crap? Making sure it doesn't get any room to breath! Stand shoulder to shoulder, and make your neighbours have a comfortable prayer. Will ya? Merci! Oh and the worst has got to be the garlic breath, and Catar (Oud) mixed together. What a foul smell! My shoes were stolen, or lost last week, I now keep them in a plastic bag, inside my purse. Lesson best learned after having to walk two blocks bare feet in the rain. :mad:

^ You've got to be kidding me! PS. No offence to my Balanbale friends.

I use the exercise ball for most of my abs workout, and stretches. ^^ Nothing like a good stretch in the morning. And I also do this to loose weight:

Kashafy: Nur was being chased at, he's gone for a good cause! Johnny: Did you bring me Tiramisu and Perugina Bacci? Welcome back

Go to bed son.

^ OK, I'll let that one slide... just this one time. :rolleyes: <----

This isn't terribly unusual among the religious folks, who consider the "breaking of the hymen via vaginal intercourse" to be the cut-and-dried definition of sex. Yaa Rab! May Allah forgive you for your ignorance over this outdated thinking. There are other risk(ier) sex activities kids do now days, clits off or on stitched up or down. Whether in Kunturwaare or Bulohaawo, she can still do it! :eek: *yea really* May not get pregnant, if thats your only worries, but can get her freak on just as much. What then? It's not really in your hands is it? Takes more then Gudniin, wouldn't you think? While we're at it, why aren't the males who engage in this behavior pilloried? Allaa yaa ul i siiyo. :mad:

Malaha images aanan arag baa meesha ku jiray.. considering all the wooows, and beautiful comments.. :confused: Meeshu waa Dhagxaan iyo Duur miiran. M u h a m m e d: Which one of the soccer guys are you?

^^ Hey, ma xanaaqin, laakin saa indhaha u kala rog rogtay aan ka yaabay.

^ Cute Where will I be in fifteen years? Hell if I know! I've tried to plan this out in the past, and experience shows that I have no idea what's going to happen. But I'd like to be married to a handsome European man, touring the South Pacific in our yacht.

Hey! Growing up in the 70's wasn't so bad. I'm from the class of 1977. You don't know what you're missing kids -- without too many TV choices, internet, cell phones, ipods or video games we spent our days playing outside, chasing garaangar, playing gariir or throwing rocks at boys, or commiting animal cruely (beating cats and dogs) exploring our worlds. It was a great way to grow up! We also didn't have to worry about the types of Crimes we do today (Pedophiles etc..)

Originally posted by Xoogsade: Bishaaro(Naku Penda Piya), you took the KARAAMA out of women lool. Men don't think about them like that. They ignore such facts exist. PS: You have no reason to demand anything from me from now on Have no worries dearest, with that complete lack of empathy oozing from you, I couldn't demand anything. And I didn't take Karaama out of anyone, just appreciating Mother Nature, for indicating i'm still fertile. Haye horey u sii soco marka ------->

^^ runtii, ma garan? Guess that makes me 'Qaldan-to?' Inaar hurdo wacan.