Salaan... LoooooooooooooooooooooooooL at Nuune. LooooooooL. Maan. Meesha, duqa, maxaa la kala gadanoyaa. Gabarta maa laga gadanooyaa that they would never see 'her' again. My goodness. Ebidkeey dad saas u baqeel eh ma arkin. Ten thousand dollars at least kulahaa. Meesha down payment oo guri la gadanaayo maa ka socoto. Walaahi dadkeen waa washeen. ___________________ Mujaahid, I have this in mind: If the girl or her family want a cent more than $1,000, I and my family are OUT OF THE DOOR. And the $1,000 is CANADIAN DOLLARS, which is roughly $600 U.S. Now, I love living in Canada. :cool: ___________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan...iyo suxuur wacan. Back home, we used to have this dhaqan that when someone passes away, there used to be a huge sab {a huge meal offered to the public} on that funeral day. We came to qurba, we realized that was a bit wrong, and a bit un-Islamic because it is extra burden to the family of deceased financially and socially to do so. Even to the rich ones. We understand. But since when did ISLAAM say dadka hala buriyo oo guriga ka xirta markee imaadaan dadka guriga qofka ka dhinto????????? That happened. I had seen some wadaado doing it. Using the public speaker every time oo meydka lagu tukanaayo saying, "Yaa guriga la tagin, meeshaa ka imaatey ku noqo..." Those words and etc. You can't even believe how negative the tone they are using is. I don't know where those wadaado got this idea of dadka la burinaayo. God. Imagine someone coming from a city fourteen hours away, and markuu meydka ku tukanaayo had been told to STAY AWAY FROM THE HOUSE OF TACSIDA because of this or that. God. Another case. Even those who dare to go to the house of tacsi, why aa baahi loogu dilaa dadka. Cunto iyo sharaab meesha ay wada buxaan, but not a soul is offered to drink. Since when did Islaam advocate not to be generous????? Some wadaado would take anything sooooo literally, which itself is against the rules of Islaam. Islaam is moderate. Read the Quraan. We understand perfectly that the Prophet {s.c.w.} did not encourage in sab lagu dhigo in the house of deceased because of some people being destitute. In favour of the poor families, he discouraged it. And we understand that. But, I am sure the Prophet wouldn't mind if a rich person or people offer the poor a meal, and ask{s} them to make duca for the deceased. Exactly like that, instead of a small meal, some offer a huge one--a sab--thus kii cuno laga rabo inuu u duceeyo qofka dhintey. And it thus became a Soomaali culture known as sab. And what do some fringe wadaado say regarding that today?? Noooooo. Nooo. It makes me to roll my eyes out, like a real xaliimo :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: , walaahi May God help them. __________________ Soon Wanaagsan!!

Salaan...and saxuur {yeah, saxuurteey aa ii baxoowso in here now} In the case of mother-in-laws, the most important aspect that is misunderstood is misunderstanding. When a mother lives her son’s house, she automatically assumes and resumes that she is THE one who 'runs' in her son's house, while the wife thinks she has every right to run the house. And misunderstanding, unfortunately and inevitably, arises in this case. To avoid this, is to reconcile, mediated by the son and husband himself. Some mothers are wonderful, but as they age like the fathers, there is strange thing that we don’t understand. See, I always had this belief: as people get older, we seem to have this perception that they are so burdensome. So nosy. Being everywhere that ay shaqo ku laheen. This happens, and it is one of the misunderstandings. While the mother-in-law's main intention was to create harmony within her son's household by being too over-concerned in every imaginable decision taken in that house, they unfortunately then become unbearable and so nosy. Thus the seeds of hostile situations had been planted. The easiest way to avoid this is to keep both the spouse and your mother away from each other as far possible as you the husband can in the house. By the way, most mothers who have daughters who had been married would rather--as it is in the most cases--live with their daughters than to live with their daughter-in-laws. ___________________ Soon Wanaagsan!!

Salaan... Originally posted by Tamina: If you couldn't raise your child how can you expect another to? Tamina, sister, in Soomaaliya the society raised you. Everyone was your brother, sister, uncle, aunt, ayeeyo, etc. And you deeply had respect to your elders. And it was a must to do those little acts of kindness we consider as a good Samaritan in here West. In back home, those were acts of a must. Society dictates it so. Your neighbours are your guardians, advisers, and helpers in need of time. So, it is not only a parent who raises a child. Consider to this story. There was this well-known imaam in this U.S. city. He taught his child the best Islaamic manners a parent could teach and provide. Making the story short, the imaam lost his grown up son into Western ways. You name it. Piercing ears. Drinking. What went wrong, you ask. Still people are trying to figure it out. As you can see in this, howsoever you try to raise a child in this society, the negative pressure is greater than the positive one. Most who are fed-up are moving with their children to these Carab countries, mostly Dubeey and Qaahira. Because Carabta is the only alternative society until Soomaaliya gets into its feet. And may Allaah help us all be the best in Islaam and in our culture: Aamiin! And dhaqan celis works because I had seen plenty of guys who went there and had changed; yes, some might turn to jaad, but still some changed. Some even married as young. :cool: _________________ Soon Wanaagsan!!

Salaa... Lakad: I didn't fast my first day of Soon. Don't ask me why. You know we guys too have some little excuses. Girls have little excuses, so why don't we have too??? Xaliimiyaashiin, don't give me those :rolleyes: eyes yet. Baliis. Actually, I didn't fast walaahi. It was a sad day and I was in safar. I fasted half way through, but wis wis aa i galey, so waaba iska jibiye. Glad to see you all folks fasting. Ilaahey ha inaga ajir siiyo: Aamiin!! _____________________ Soon Wanaagsan!!

Salaan... Luuleey: LoooooooooL. Mey erti? Afkaas yaaba heli karo. Beysaani lee fahmo nooh. And I knew in adi beysaani ahayd. :cool: ______________________ Originally posted by mataan: Loool @ Malaakh, wat a name... malaa ka kalena waxa la odhan jiray Buluukh... Kaaba, see waaye. Hadii malaaq aqaanin maxaa kuu dhiman???? Naga daa hee. Malaaq actually is a title used by some tribes in Soomaaliya, especially Bay and Bakool region. Same titles like suldaan, ugaas, imaam, etc so malaaq is same like them, ee adi waligaaba ma maqlin. Bisinka. Waraa labada mundul aa ku jirtid ka bax ee soco soo qaraabo hadii malaaq maqlin wax badan aa maqlin aaba jiro. Teeda kale, she is joking. No ciyaal xamar guy uses a name--whether as a nick or not--like malaaq. ___________________ Soon Wanaagsan!!

Originally posted by muraad: When and where IMAAM SHAAFICI was born, and when and where he died (R.A)? Imaam Max'ed Idiris Shaafici wuxuu dhashay 767 C.E., kuna dhashay magaalada Gasa, Suuriya {now Falastiin}, wuxuuna geeriyoodey 819 C.E., ku geeriyoodey magaalada Qaahira, Masar. ________________ Su'aal fudeed eh: Sheeg afar wadan oo caan eh oo Imaam Shaafici mabdagiis raacsan, excluding, of course, Soomaaliya.

Salaan... Originally posted by illmatic: Nothing wrong with becoming better muslim during ramadan, ramadan changes a lot of pple for the better and mostly permanently. Ramadan Kariim That is exactly waxaa dhihi lahaa, duqa. Ilaahey soon wuxuu ugu talo galey in 'extra' chance helno oo mar walba soo xasuusano, and especially kuwa si fiican diinta ugu dhaqmin. So, nothing wrong with those who pray or cover themselves or do any other good deeds during soonka, marka Ilaahey hanaga wada aqbalo. And may Allaah Subxaana Watacaala guide us all: Aamiin. _________________ Ramadaan Wanaagsan!!

Salaan... Soon waa soo socdaa yaah. Ciyoow bo. Ar sanbuuskeey aa meel sii dhiganaa, meshaan mishiidiyo aa joogee boob maka bixi karo. Anyway, sheekadaan aa hada kahor maqlay, cawadeena igu soo dhacday ee qabsada bo. ________________ Kaaba Suufi eh aa qabuuru habeen walba u booqan jirey oo digri ku aqrin jirey. Qabuura walba ma u badneen ee labadoo qabri geeska hore ku yaalo uu u badnaa oo intuu feynuustiis qaato uu habeenkii dhan digri ku kor aqrin jirey qabrigaas. Marka Baaba Suufigaan ciyaalka xaafada aa maqleen. Ciyaal Xamar waa iska taqanaa hee maxaa ka sugee. Waa loo tashtey. Waxee dhaheen kan habeen danbe qabriga aa u galeynaa oo waa ka nixineynaa oo mar danbe asagaa qabri u dhawaan dooninee. Habeenkii intuu kii imaan ay qabrigii mid kamid eh qodeen oo mid dhar kafan camal eh u giliyeen oo godka seexiyeen oo bacna kor ka sareen markaasna caro kisto yar lagu qarinaayo ku shubeen. Asxaabtiis kale mugdigee galeen oo xariifkii Baaba Suufiga sugayaan. Kaabihii Suufiga waa imaadey, asaga iyo feynuustiis. Digri aqris aas bilaabay. Intii hal erey kasoo bixin bo, kii qabriga ku jirey aa soo boodey oo dhahaayo, "Salaama Caleykum yaa ehlul dunya." Baaba Suufigii waa naxay :eek: miyaa waa booday mana arkooyo qofka hadlaaya. Kii qabriga ku jiray aa sii wadey, "Anaa ehlul Aakhira. Jasaakulaahul kheyratul yaa digriya, lakiin habeen iyo maalin makaa neefsan karno miyaa oo makaa seexan karno. Habeen walba waana kor taagan tahey oo wax jini nagu kor aqrineysid. Bil axsaan hakaa bashaalno, meshaan mashquul aa ku jirnaa, digrina reer ehlul dunya ay u talaa, anaga waxaa manoo taalo." Suufigii waxaa kasoo harey ACUUDI BILAAHI MINA SHEYDHAANI RAJIIM...BISMILAAHI RAXMAANI RAXIIM...INAA LILAAH, WA INAALI RAAJICUUN... Markuu neefsadey uu su'aalo bilaabey. "War uun reer aakhiraadna ma SEEXDAAN? War ileen waxba ma ogeen. Raali noqda. War mid ma'ii sameen kartiin? Igu salaama Sheekh C/qaadiroow Sheeyleylaah Jeylaani hadii aa aragtiin, mar danbuna idin dhibi maayo." Asagoo fiigsan uu baxay Suufigii. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Aw-right! Tonight, I am going to fume, for real. _______________ What is up with those: Twenty-somethings who wear those baggy, oversized, shirt-faded, so-called FuBu clothes. God. If there ever was a fashion police department that ever existed, I would really be the first in the line to apply a position in there, just to enjoy ticketing those guys who wear this unfashionable stuff. And when they stand or get ready a picture to be taken, WHY-WHY-WHY ay ganfuurka u tagaan. And not to mention those ugly hands going wide, giving East-West side symbols. God. This isn't in 1996. West and East are sooo over. And would a little smile kill you? Ganfuurkaas weyn yaa fiirin karo. What is up with that???? You-know-what-I-mean or you-know-this-or-that crowd. Oh, I don't know nothing. Why would I ask you or listen to you if I know. One you-know or two or even three are enough in a minute's conversation, but ten of them. Shuut. That plainly states your mind is empty, and cannot function properly, let alone put a good sentence. And noo, I-don't-know this, see you-know-what-I-mean. What is up with that???? Those arrogant, ignorant, showing off their God-darned cell phones ON and AFTER their jackets. Just to show off that they have a cellphone. Haloooooooooooow!! This is 2002!! And especially in masaajid, these days hardly a Friday goes by not listening a good khutba because of those ubiquitous, annoy-sounding mobiles going off and on. Waxaa ku qabaneyso yaa jeegada qabto oo qadaan-qadiyo sidii fuusto camal. :mad: Shuut. And what is up with that??? A xaliimo wearing a goono with a sneaker shoes, and this unover-matched jacket with this unsuitable xijaab. God. God. God. A sneaker with goono is enough, but those xijaabs with those unmatched jackets would kill me to look at it, let alone... What THE HECK is up with that??? ________________ Wooooof. That was something. Raged to burn, indeed. Ar halmar lee ha iska bixiyo bo. See waaye, qaatir bilaah aaba ka taagna. Dankis, I have a page aaba ku sheego waxaas. :cool:

^-^ Wajigeed maka taqanaa shabeel shuqul shaxaari u sheekhdey shariifkeed shuufeyneyso. Yac. :cool: But, ma fahmi kartaa hee???? Maskiiin, waa lagu fahansinaa ee loox iyo qad soo xooqo. ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... A true story that happened in Canada. This Soomaali jilbaab-wearing lady and her children used to benefit from welfare. And in Canada it is much easier to get a benefit from that office to single mothers. But this sister had a real working husband, working in the U.S., visiting once or twice every three months. And giving them a real masruuf. But a problem started when she started getting pregnant again and again. First, her case worker used to ask why and how she got it. And she would reply a boyfriend did it, who left her poorly afterward. The case worker bought her stories until the third child came. Her fed up case worker called her into her office. Closed the door. And told her, "Let’s be friendly and honest enough, just a two good friends' conversation." The case worker continued, "You claim to be a Muslim, and according to that conservative dress of yours, you must be a practicing Muslim. So, my understanding of Islam, if I am not mistaken, is contrary what you are doing. What you are telling me, that all of those children were fathered by unknown 'boyfriends' is contrary to Islamic beliefs. I am a Jewish, and Judaism and Islam are very familiar, so why don’t you tell me that simply and honest enough that you have a husband. We might not cut your cheques right away if you are that honest. I am sorry, I never thought Muslims would practice something like this, especially practicing ones like you." That sister, that akhwaan sister, was so bewildered. :eek: So astonished to say a word. She left there ashamed of herself, and lost a great deal of self-dignity, even disgracing her Islamic faith, and especially corrected by a Yahuud to teach you your Islamic faith. Deeqa, sister, marka, I know how confused you are. Some so-called practicing Muslims, and especially some wadaado, what they actually do and what they preach is absolutely contrasting. And Diinta surely doesn’t encourage anyone to do something like that. Even that Yahuud woman understood that Islaam doesn't allow it. May Allaah help our people: Aamiin!!

Salaan... Najma cadeey, LoL. Kud Kud Kud. Dhaq Dhaq Dhaq. Gis Gis Gis. LoL. Lakiin walashiis sheekada waa qaarjinee yaah? Ani four years ago aa aqriye, and it was about Talyaani guys, not Eeshiyaan. Anyway, you still managed to crack me up, really.

Salaan... LoL. Ar Reer Miyi mar horaa gacan iyo lugba u taagey. Tan aragba idinka. Tabeelo lagu xayisiinaayo filin oo Gaalkacyo ka suran {a billboard, advertising a movie}: Filinka cawada waxaa ku jira Garac Garac dhalay, oo nijas nijas dhalayna Kaaba Laadar ka yahey. Filinkaan oo boob, dil, dhac, konton feer ugu yaraan, faro xumeeys iyo rif rifasho kawada buuxaan oona xoog xoogasha saa'id sii eh. Midkii ka maqnaadana waa eey eey dhalay iyo doonfaarkiis. __________________ Nuune, ar huu, ey ki barey doogaas? Saan makii aalaani inii kasaasa doogaan bo. Ar huu, widayoow, arlaadi ku waran? See eta? Fayta ma'ahaa? ShayShay, walashiis, af maaymaay uu ku qorey xariifkaas. Maaymaay waxaa waaye a 'dialect' in Soomaali language; you know Soomaali is ONE language and true, but it also has a countless dialects, including Af Barawaani, Af Shaanshiyo, Af Garre, Af Tuni, Af Gaaljecel, Af Abgaal, Af Banaadiri, Af Waqooyi, Af Bari, Af Bajuun, etc. And Maaymaay is the largest dialect within Soomaali language, excluding the 'traditional' or common Soomaali we all speak. It only needs sometime, and you will really understand it. And this is what Nuune meant: Marki hori sin salaamee salaang ku dib eew salaang ba'adishee {Marka hore waa idin salaamey, salaan ka bacdi salaaan kale lee waaye} SIDI ADI WAL ING ARIGTI YA WAL ING JERANG. {Sidii adi wax u aragtey ay wax u jiraan} Beenta hori runta danbi ya in baasleti {Beentaa hore runtaa danbe ay u xuntahey. {actually, a maahmaah} Lammi dhery langkii dab saaridi koowa ku bure {Laba dhari qofkii dab saarto midaa buraayo} Dubu Dameer Li Daagow Baridi Dhuusa Baride! {Daba dameer loo taagaayo, bariidii dhuuso hirgashay {????}! Aroow sidee wal in jaraan {Ar see wax u jiraan} _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Loool Haruun, maskiin. Bugle hakaa saaro. Ismaacil, LoL. Ilaahey caadil waaye, He Subxaana Watacaala would understand twenty minutes. _________________ Here goes my story. It was in 1990 just the last Ramadaan we had before this sad civil war started, and I was a 10-year-old boy at that time. I tried to fast one day with blessings, encouragements, and some incentives from my hooyo. She told me if I fast one day fully, she would give me anything I ask on that day. How :cool: and great of it. So, I was sure, and thought it was that easy. The day came. I went to the masaajid. You know on the Ramadaan people would stay masaajidka, enjoying its serenity and tranquility. I went there. Everything was great until 2:00 p.m. My trough became suddenly so dry. I am thirsty now. To avoid this, every five minutes I would go to msaajidka meesha lagu weyseesto, and I would stare the tap. Everytime I go there, I would wet my head and face, to cool off. It went like this every five minutes until 4:00 p.m. At that time, I went home, thinking now it is only two hours left until afur. Two short hours. But entering home, and still with my dryness mouth, I saw the tap. I went to it. My hooyo saw me, asking what am I doing. I told her I am just going to 'to wet and cool my head off' and nothing else. Suddenly, and I don't know what went wrong or how it started, but one thing was clear: All of sudden, I found my mouth fully inside the tap. Drinking like a very thirsty dog. My hooyo was yelling something like, "WAR LABA SAAC KALIYA BAA KUU HARTEY. ALLA HOOGAYEEY!! ALLA BA'AYEEY!!." I don't know. I kept drinking--qulub-qulub-qulub-qulub--in about four minutes. God. Did I then got my 'senses' and 'miir' back to realize what just happened. Hadaaba soo miirsadey. And my mom was so :mad: But, finally she cooled off, and told me practice makes perfect that it wasn't that bad on the first day to go until 4. And yeah, I got a little reward. I was treated like a real 'boy' on that evening. Serving and eating with others who fasted, which I deeply used to admire by sitting down with those folks who fasted because markii afurka la gaaro BANAANKA AADA CIYAALKIIN aa lagu heen jirey, markaasna xaafada dhan cidlo eh kaliya ciyaal wada socdo oo garaangaryaal wato. But on that day I wasn't ciyaal no more. Ar ma xasuustaa wali. And I never, never appreciate water until on that day. I do still know how a REAL thirst feels. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Nuunaa wacdinaayo. Aduunyo Kadoon yaqeey. What is next? Nuune oo tafsiir { } noo aqrinaayo. Mayaa. From Ciyaal Warta Suuqa to Xaaji Nuune Niinoow?? Taas waligeed mala sheegin hee. Iikoow ani. Horta duqa, shimee xajka tagtey? Last time waxaa ogaa adoo credit cardkaa deentiis ka buuxdo oo fooqal caqli aheen ee shimee guday bo, oo maantana xaaji noqotay. :cool: No wonder even the warlords in back home are calling themselves Xaaji Muuse Suudi iyo Sheekh Aadan Madoobe. Xaajiyasheen iyo sheekhasheen hadii warlords noqdeen maxaa soo harey. Aaqiro Samaan dheh bo. Nuune, duqa, Mahad Alla. Ilaahey ha kaaga abaal mariyo. __________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... I see Soomaali shactiradeed had been put a hold in these days in this particular section. Hmm...Calaa kuli xaal kuwaan aa soo dhiitiye qabsada bo. __________________ Gabar Reer Waqooyi aa waxeey aroostey wiil Xamari eh. Todobaadka intii lagu jiray waxaa todobaadkaas ka bixinaayi gabarta walasheed. Qadada maalintaas iyadii lee karisay. Xariifkii Xamari aa imaadey, oo usoo fadhiistey qadadiis. Wuuba ogaa ee in dumaashidiis ay qadada u karisay, markaas masoo boodaayo hee, mana kuu dhahaayo, "Alla, doorada dumaashideey macaanaa!" Xariiftii maxaa u dhiman hee, sheekada dooro ayba gaartey nooh. Intee saniftey ay cuntadii ay cuneysay ku farjisay bo. Ar xariifta xanaaq daradiis ay u baxday oo labisitay oo guriga hooyadeed aadey. Markii minankeed tagtey, sheeko intii bilaabin ay waalidkeey ku biloowdey, "Wax saqajaan ah oo waxba ay barin ayay soo xaraysatay!" Wareer badanaa. ________________ Xariif xayoow eh aa wuxuu arkey xariifkoo canjeex {sheekada qabiil ay ku fiican tahay, lakiin qabiilada magacood ma sheegooyo, waa ila kasteen aa filaa} oo qori cusub tijaabinaayo, cirkana u ridaaya. Markaas asagoo yaaban ku dhahay, "Yaa! Nabee Eebaheey {Ilaahey} caqloo lahaa mugoow cirkiisaa fogaystey hadii kale canjeex mug horaa ka bubujin lahaa." Istaqfurlaahul Cadiim.

Salaan... I'd rather write a book about it Jamaal, duqa, I would kindly like a second position of it, if it is available--and possibly, the co-authorship position. Intee laga bilabaa lakiin chapteryaasha? Tiyiisaha? Isboolaha? Gantaalaha? Kubka? Or perhaps, each chapter might have its own section dedicated one of each of the above mentioned departments. Heey, I very much like the tiyiisaha department. It is so nooh, so I am serious. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Originally posted by Haaruun: bugle, imbili, gariir, and baliil are my fav. sport.....qofkii garanaya ayuun baa garanaya LooooooooooooL Haruun. Kaaba anaa kula aqaano yaqeey. Kuwaan aa kugu daraa fiiri bo: Garaangar, Ladhuu, Boojo, Jar-Duqeed, Ciyaar-Biloow, Kadhimeey Kadhim, Kuun Kuun, Nacash Nacash, Gariir {boys play it too :cool: }. Ar bas waaye. Kuwa kalaa jiro waa lagu soo daraa. Ar dankis yaqeey, balaayo aaba isoo xasuusisay. Oh, the childhood memories. Oh, the nostolgia. Ilaahoo Soomaaliya kadhig sidee ahayd ama ka fiican: Aamiin!! Faataxada soo mara nooh, maraxiin. Waji kaakiyaal waaxidiin. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... War dhamaadey. This is her very true picture. She is a very gorgeous, isn't she? ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Your lists are sadly funny. Good grief. Now, the other list: spoken thought civil war study break near future virtual reality sure bet new antique almost exactly dark day paper towel long shorts cold fever serious comic half empty absolutely unsure sad smile distant relative fast walk old news talk show bankrupt millionaire

Originally posted by raula: ...and when I mentioned bout them singers..is there any substantial critism that exists on their side except that they have crossed an islamic "bridge" that forbids them to do this??? Rawla, first, welkam back walashiis. In Islaamic shareeca, sister, there are, I guess if I remember them rightly, five categories that governs every Muslim's move: compulsory or obligatory {farad} encouraged {mustaxab} permissable {mubax} discouraged {makruux} and prohibited or forbidden {xaraam}. And our scholars unanimously agreed modeling of any kind is forbidden {xaraam} completely. We therefore should neither encourage those who do, nor should we praise or congratulate them. We let them know it is haraam, period. True, it is what they do, and the final judgement doesn't rest on us. But we tell as it is. And frankly enough, this girl seems to know that fine line of xaraam of what she is doing now. Back to the issue of singing; singing is not unanimously agreed by our wonderful scholars. Some say it is, to an extent, allowed. Some say it is discouraged. Some say it is completely forbidden, unless there is no instrument or voice-only that cannot incite people to do something forbidden or discouraged. So, unlike modeling which the scholars has a clear stand, singing on the other hand is a bit controversial. It all depends on how some define that word. _________________ Libaax and Wadani: Those pictures you provided are NOT her. She looks a typical Soomaali, only extra caato. I had seen her two years ago on this local station. The show was about Soomaalis in Toronto, and how they differ. So, she and her then boyfriend represented to those who were considered leftists. Anyway, what she does is her job and to Allaah, none of our daily business. ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... This morning, when I read my usual paper, The Toronto Star, this story stroke me like a...{gasp! :eek: gasp! :eek: }. And why not share it with you. ______________________ Race no barrier, model finds But Muslim modesty in conflict with racy runway designs By David Graham Fashion Writer PARIS — Toronto's Yasmin Warsame may be entering the rarefied world of celebrity in which she can be identified only by her first name. In international modelling circles she is already known simply as Yasmin. There is a constant whir of activity in the slick Next modelling offices on the fifth floor at 188 Rue de Rivoli across the street from the famous Louvre museum. But even among the extraordinarily attractive men and women who mill, smoking cigarettes and chatting on cellphones, and the floor-to-ceiling displays of comp cards of the models Next represents, Yasmin emerges as someone who transcends mere beauty. In faded jeans, a black tank top, jean jacket and tan loafers she appears almost regal. "She is one of the most beautiful black women I have seen in the past 20 years," says her Paris agent Caroline Perdrix. "She is in the category of the absolute best," she adds, citing only Iman (now married to David Bowie) and Waris Dirie as possible comparisons. All three women hail from Somalia. All the while, Yasmin is trying to remain calm, taking her meteoric rise one day at a time, not wanting to think too far into the future for fear of jinxing everything. For the past three weeks, she has been concentrating on her job — "walking those clothes down the runway ... and not falling," she laughs, seated at the Café Ruc, just around the corner from Next. Born in Mogadishu 23 years ago, Yasmin moved to Toronto in 1993. She went to school, worked at odd jobs, married and had a child before she was 20. Her four-year marriage ended just a few months ago, but Yasmin says she remains on good terms with her ex-husband. He takes care of their 3 1/2-year-old son, while Yasmin pursues a dream that she and her agents believe could alter the course of her life. Yasmin struggled as a model in Toronto, picking up assignments here and there for Fashion, Wedding Bells, Birks and The Star's fashion section. While many stylists and editors recognized her beauty, there simply wasn't enough work in Canada to sustain a career, particularly because her look was so high couture, so international. Her Canadian agents at Next decided it was time to introduce Yasmin to the big leagues. This summer, they went for broke and unveiled her as nothing less than a haute couture model. In Paris, she was given a crash course by Jay Alexander, the man who has taught almost every supermodel one of the seemingly simplest tasks — how to walk. The gamble paid off. During the fall couture shows in Paris in July, the buzz began. Eight design houses, including Yohji Yamamoto, Chanel, Balmain, Ungaro, Givenchy and Valentino, hired Yasmin to work their runways. There were photo shoots, including one in Harper's Bazaar by Karl Lagerfeld and another for British Vogue. And then, during the spring/summer 2003 collections, which started in New York in September and ended in Paris last week, curiosity about the skinny black girl from Toronto exploded. Yasmin was hired for a few shows in New York, then 13 in Milan and an amazing 16 shows in Paris. According to Perdrix, American Vogue editor-at-large André Leon Talley is convinced Yasmin is a rare find and is intent on making sure all the right people know it. Yasmin left Paris for New York immediately after the collections ended. She modelled at the VH1/Vogue Fashion Awards, which aired Tuesday evening. And on Saturday she was photographed by Steven Meisel for an American Vogue spread on the designs of John Galliano, scheduled to be published this winter. "It's all so new and frightening," she says, with a mock-shock look on her face. From brushing shoulders with Gisele on Valentino's slick, Plexiglas runway to the plate of blood-red steak tartar that's just been placed in front of her, it's all a little unnerving. Yasmin eats. This might come as a surprise to the clients and editors in Canada who rejected her because of her weight. "They told me all the time that I'm too skinny. It hurt my feelings," says Yasmin, barely concealing that the hurt is morphing into resentment. Though she may live in Toronto, it is beginning to sink in that she may never work in Canada again. But apparently what Toronto didn't want — her graceful comportment, exotic manner, lanky frame and impossibly long neck — the world craves. "My weight and my look were an obstacle in Toronto," she says. "I can't help but feel a little betrayed." Yasmin is almost 6 feet tall, her measurements 32-24-35. In any other world, such dimensions would elicit unwelcome stares. Here, she is exactly what they are looking for. Though Yasmin and her agent lament she is not making "phenomenal money" now, the potential is growing. "It's all about getting her seen and making sure she is connected with the right clients. No one is making the kind of money they did in the late '80s," says Perdrix. Still, Yasmin's daily rate has been established at $8,000 (U.S.). It will grow from there. There are barely a handful of black models on the runways here. But the colour of her skin hasn't been an issue for Yasmin. Rather, she has had to struggle with her Muslim religion, which commands women to be modest, particularly in their dress. Yasmin says her mother, who still lives in Somalia, is happy that she's successful. But as much as possible, Yasmin tries to shield her mother from the whole story, the chic lifestyle and racy clothes. "She is aware to some extent but the bottom line is my religion does not support what I do. Muslim women are to cover themselves and modelling doesn't quite do that. I am not so religious, but I respect my religion. My parents were never very strict about such things and encouraged their children to be independent." Yasmin is the youngest of 12 children who live all over the world. Her father died two years ago. It's this independent spirit that helps Yasmin suffer the gruelling schedule of as many as four shows a day in Paris, the hair stylists who don't know what to do with her short, chaotic hair and the makeup artists who have little experience with black skin. "The other girls are friendly. And they'll give you advice if you ask for it. But no one is here to babysit you." Her agents tease Yasmin that she might get a big head considering the attention she has drawn. Yasmin shrugs it off. On one side of her comp card, Yasmin is dressed as a fierce, Mad Max-styled warrior in plush furs, splotches of inky paint on her face and strings of tiny shells dangling from her head. It was part of a photo shoot that appeared in Vogue Pelle, the Italian Vogue magazine geared to leather and fur fashions. She flips the card over. Pointing to a photo of herself that appeared in Toronto's Fashion magazine, Yasmin underscores her other persona, the one she's more familiar with. In the photo, Yasmin stands gracefully in a short Gucci dress holding hands with her young son. He's shirtless in jeans and a firefighter's helmet. She rubs her index finger over his tummy. "All I have to do is look at that face and I'm brought right back to Earth. He's such a boy, such a little man. It's tough being away from him." After all, he has never known her as Yasmin Warsame, or even just Yasmin. He's only known her as "mom." From the Toronto Star ______________________ I wish if I had shown you her photos, which were splashed, four of them, in the Fashion section of that paper. Unfortunately, the Toronto Star's website doesn't carry the printed photos.

Salaan... Hadaaba wax kale soo xasuustey. Why not share with you some of the people I had known the last five years real nick names. They are real. And here they are: Gagadoome {don't ask me how he walks } Sakariya Sakaraad {he is so caato, even a strong wind would and could knock him off} Quful {I don't know why though, because he ain't a quite quiet guy, nor is he a silent, actionless man} Dhimbil {is anyone out there who remembers what dhimbil means? Dhinbil is waxa dabka kasoo fa-faniini jirey dhuxusha markii la shidaayo. I don't know why this guy was given that nick though, but one thing was sure and clear: he was so UUL or MADOOW} Dhiblaawe {he is in his 60s, and he is called dhiblaawe. I don't know when he would retire for good, and stop his dhib}

Salaan... I kinda always liked Al-Jasiira. The first time I heard it was then back when the shirkii Jabuuti was in process. And one night they had an exclusive interview with C/qaasin Salaad Xasan. And heey, you can learn Carabic by watching and listening it. A good Carabic may I add. And if this unneeded war {God forbid} starts let by this dimwit mad cowboy, I hope Sadaam Xuseen would never let any other major media, especially Western ones, inside where he controls but only to Al-Jasiira, as the Talibans did. It will benifit the network, and we will at least see an honest reporting. SHEEKH YUSUF AL-QARADAWI and other programs like MINBARUL JAZEERA. Muraad, brother, Sheekh Yuusuf Qadraawi has his OWN show in that network? WooW! :cool: