Salaan... Baydan, runta sheeg nooh. That happened to you. You slightly changed that application from Batuulo Kuuseey to Greg Bulmash. Run iska sheeg, no one ku blame gareynaayo hada. Aboosto ay ahayd, and quit visiting these humour sites these days. Tan dhuusada eh aaba kasii daran. I thought you were Canbaro, canbarooyin would never discuss dhuusooyin nooh, let alone give us a graphic explanation of it. __________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Nice game there, abaayadiis buubto-ka-biibto. But, we all cheat, what only keeps you is several key strokes you type in google.com or alltheweb.com And this answer I am going to answer, I CHEATED and got from there! What is the punishment of such an act? To chop off my fingers!! :eek: Noo. Are you insane? Where is the cadaalad yaa shareeca? Maan. Noo, baliis, I am not going to cheat again, Kabiir Macalin anaa yaa Saqiir inta yacni kama Naxariis. What kind of Carabic is that? LoL Back to the question. Three kinds of shirk are: Shiir abuu shirk. Sharkaan abuu sharkuun abuu shirk. And... Oobis, this ain't no joke. I don't want no more chopping of any of my fingers again. Back to the real answers: To associate anything/anyone with Allaah {s.w.c.} Making sacrifice to something or someone other than Allaah alone. By swearing, you MUST always swear and rely on Allaah's name. Absolutely nothing else. My questions. Sheega sadexdii dugsi ay Soomaali raaci jireen before the advent of Aqwaan Muslimiin, jilbaab, or Gardheere. Before that and even now, Soomaalis used to follow three dugsi ahlul suufi ah. Name the three, baliis. If you are confused, and I know this is a very easy question, I will give you the first dugsi: Qaadariya. ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Sheeko jacburis kale lee, oo meel kale laga soo shaxaadey. ________________ Waxaa hada ka hor dhacday in xariifkoo macalin qatari saana ahaa aa Faaraxoo uu bilaabay inuu u dhigo af Ingiriis oo iskool luqada Ingiriiska lagu dhigi jiray. Maalin maalmaha ka mid aheyd ayaa macalinkii usoo dhigay dhowr xaraf oo Ingiriis ahaa laguna dhahey, "Aw Jimcaalow, hadaadan isticmaalin erayadaan, waa dhumayaan ee isticmaal xaad mar kasta la aamusan tahay." Wuu soo baxay asagoo xaafadiisii usoo socda ayuu soo maray meel dhalinyaro banooni ku ciyaaraayeen markaas aa banoonigii ku dhacay markaas ayuu intuu u yeeray kii ku dhuftay banoonigii ku dhahey, "Aryaa Boyoow, xaad boolka {ball} iigu dhufuhee; waxaan aa fadar {father} soo dirsahaa, asay maadarna {mother} cuno u karee." ________________ Xariifkoo kalaa turjumaan ahaa. Dakhtar uu u turjumi jirey. Maalintoo aa haween xanuunsan u imaatey. Saan ay ku dhahdey kii turjumaayi, "Maandoow, u sheeg in waraaboow igu dhacayee." Xariifkii aa soo boodey, translating for the doctor, "She said she was bitten by a hyena." That can roughly translated back in Soomaali as "Waxee i leedahay waxaa i qaniiney dhurwaa." :eek: The old lady got some unpleasant 21 cirbadood oo loogu tala galey dadka qaniino eyga qabo cudur raabiyada. Maskiin. By the way, what is the equivalent way to describe this waraaboow disease into English? :confused: _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... VCR. I never tried DVD yet. And brother Legend, you have 18 posts now, dare I remind you that you have to do 32 more posts. How crueling. It is not fair, you should submit a join-complaint to Admin. And yes, I will root you. Mircood or Gob? Isbaandhees or Raqeey? Seytuun or Canooni? _____________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Barwaaqo and rest of London folks, some facts about London. What I will list will be true, because almost close to 100 of my immediate family members live there. And hardly a week goes by someone calling from there, telling us how this or that the place is, mostly negative. I must admit: I never visited it. Everytime I want to visit, something happens. But, surely upcoming months, I will. And the facts. Those will only be facts, according to my brothers, sisters, uncles, uants, cousins, etc. This is what London is: No Enough parking space. You can't park your small car even. Your park your car right next to your house. Or even small appartment if you live. No side yard. No greenery in the city. Restricted side walks. No two person can walk at the same time and pass each other. Landhan needs land. Public phone. You can't put one quarter and talk as long as you want. Noo. Unlike North America, in London you have to constantly put your cents, dimes, etc in order to keep talking. What a world! If you do have a licence, but don't have a car, you can't drive another car. You can only drive YOUR car. The taxis. Even Kenya tagsiyadii yaaley aa dhaamo. Especially, tagsiyadii Joomo Kenyata Airport ka shaqeyn jirey. Modelled in same style. Old buildings. Old people. Old Queen. Old Monarchy. Old Clock. Old Greenwich Mean Time. Old trains {and expensive}. Old Baarlamaan--and this barlamaan seems like a circus game. Everyone is shouting. A politician whistling. Maan. Yes, while the prime minister is in a speech, they can protest by whistling--Fiiq Fiiq :eek: --or pounding their fists. Some even do sacbis or throw objects to other members of this Losers House {and they say this is democracy in full, maan}. Even this baarlamaan is full tight. No space. The Blair Witch waxuu isku cariirinaa laba wasiir dhexdiis. My Lord. You don't have to know your neighbour. None knows his/her neighbour. There was this story on BBC a couple of years ago. This old man died in his house and none discovered him after five years. :eek: He had children. He had neighbours. He lived in the centre of London. And he died in his house and none discovered for five years, well besides his bones. Can you believe that? And I am not even talking about the weather. The constant rain. I heard some part of that country, rain plays like a jarkaboodooy game. In the morning, it rains, afternoon a quick sunshine, and again, it rains. Maan. The mass-circulated cheap jaad, too. Jaad iyo mahaas gacan aa u daaye. I know yaqeey. I might have been biased. But, as far as I listed that, I am sure some are as true as they seem. Reer London ha igu sanifina yaah. It is all some kaftan lee yaqeey. _______________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Aamina and Mujaahid, I hate to disappoint you. Especially, Aamina. Fine? You mean these folks are fine: This is your representive team from Yuu-Kee {UK}. Look at them. Just look at them. Look the guy on the far right side. My God! Is that a belly or what??!! Even Homer Simpson doesn't have a belly like that. And he is playing banooni with that belly. Oh, Lord. It is about time the guy got a reason to explain what gym means these days and why doesn't he go there--according that belly. Teeda kale, what is the all-white jerseys? Is it their kafan? I mean, I had never seen all-white jersey. That explains it all. The guys don't even have a sense of fashion, let alone a stylish game. Now, yes. Look how FINE Banaadir folks are: Look our homie boys. Maba u dhawaan kartiin. Calool kuusyaasha aa keensateen, oh baliis, naga ceshta. And don't send them back next year. I only seen the final game, still I can imagine how England played with that GUY. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... What a game! ______________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Of course ciyaal suuq. They know some stuff of you-know-what-I-mean. By considering to the other group, they seem to belong in the middle path. At the top are ciyaal fay cali and ciyaal tokyo. Isbishiini or Isbatoore? Qaarkiin maba kasi doonaan. That is my betting. ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Rafaad iyo Raaxo. Lakiin, Lakkad, abkoow abkoow. Dumaashi aa la damcaa aah. Mayaa. Fiiri hee Ma Damci Lahayd Dumaashidaa yaa ku jirey? Iikar Jeesto {Ilahaa u naxariisto} maa ku jirey? Inaa fiirsadey ma xasuusti nooh. Kumi or Taano?? I know which one the baqeelyaasha will choose. _______________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Shaqsi: Haye, kaaba do you really want to hear all of these stories? Hokey, iga qabso hee sheekooyinkaan. ________________ Afar maraa la igu soo daadiye {biyo kuleel, that is}. Sadax mar aa kabbo {kabbo taako eh, that is} la iga soo daba tuurey. Shan mar dharbaaxo yaa Carab hoo qabso hee la i dhahey. Laba mar feer iyo faralaab aa la igu saqarjoojiye {xaliimo saniftey waa feertamee miyaa mise...}. Hal mar salboolada dhexdeed aa hal qanjaruufo la igu dhajiye {xaaax, xanuun badanaa, caashadaas xaasid xaasidiina ay ahayd }. Timo jareernimadeey canbuulonimada eh hal maraa la rifay {meel walbaa ka buusnaa nooh oo kuwii horaa isoo buusbuusay, tan marka timaheey ayba aadey}. All of these happened because of this reason {and try not to laugh}: That is right. That is my face. And upon seeing it, every xaliimo faints because I told them from the net that I looked so cool and perfect. I know, I know. It was my fault to tell them that I looked that good. For those who weren't good enough to faint gave me the above mentioned punchlines. None give themselves a chance to know me what is in my heart. And how sad. I am still crying. Istif-Istif-Istif Noo, kool-kat, blossom, rock's chick, noo, I don't need no comfort for now. Dankis, but no dankis. _________________ Shaqsi, honestly brother, there is no interesting story that happened to me personally. Oh, yes, there was one that was so good, and this one can't be mentioned. After that, nothing that seems interest. Good or bad. Ee marka saas waaye. Nice topic, by the way. And is that business of yours still open? I mean can I invest in it? Kamoon. And when it comes it to be like Enron or WorldCom, my money will be on the desk. Or feer iyo feerkiis. I don't care inside trading. Or lousy accounting. My money is my money. And I expect, whethere there is a bankruptcy or not, my money back. And fast. Or face the furious. _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Nuune, mey erti widaayow? Tiiem aah. Ebidkaa ma isoo marin. Mise bii-em aa ka wadaa. Carab gajahaa taacun. Lakiin xariifka waxaa isoo xasuusisay markii dagaalka dhacaayi anaga ciyaalkeen waxaan aa qaadi jirney: Madfad kaare, hoobiyo jiib; bii-em bagaase, bee-bee shee; em sigistiin {M-16} dhaawac maleh, saar sideedan sidaaso kale... Ar wey socon jirtey. Maan. Can I have a third speller? I mean a third singer. You know these two are far from what I consider my own sound singers. Hmm, kamoon, allow me to say a third party. And aheey, the third party is Shimaaaaaali Axmed Shimaali Yaa heestiis iloobi karo. Shamsooy...Kasheegee, kuu sheegee kaa sheegeeye kusii sheegeeyee, kasii sheegeeye... Xariif Xaaji dheh. I might also say Sulfa. Hokey, hokey. If you insist I have to draw one of them. C/qaadir Jubba or Xasan Aadan Samatar. Hmm... I would say Xasan Aadan Samatar. See, maay-maay markii uu ku heesaayo lee fahmi karaa. Xariish or Mundul?? ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Of course, fadhi carbeed. Maaan. Soomaali waa ilbaxdey nooh, walaahi, almost 50% guryaha maanta Soomaaliya familkood dagan yihiin fadhi carbeed ay qabaan, which is so good. Haye, game-kaan wali waa socdaa miyaa bo? Hokey bo. Xaaji Qamsiin or Caasi Waalidiin??? Oobis, yaqeey of course I hope you know what I mean. Xaaji Qamsiin iyo Caasi nooh. Basaskii Xamar Cadeey. __________________ P.S.: Dadkiin kuhaayo this game is getting bored. Jidka noo baneeya, bil axsaan. Ferma bil fafagoore. Xoog ma'aha. Either participate or keep afkaa as silent as it was markii fud laguugu soo siiye aduunkaan {or if you were crying at that time, keep crying}.

Salaan... Manaala, baliis, afka noo jilci yaqeey. Kirishi? Mirishi? Abkoow, abkoow, filin Hindi maa noogu soo qabatey ereyada? Ga naga sii hee. Ebidkeey ereyadaas ma maqlin nooh. Cajiin maa ka wadaa? Even though, I still have no idea, so maxaaba choice sameyaa, but I will nonetheless take kirishi; see, it sounds too fine. Makulaal or Yaanyuur?? Oobis, they are same. LoL. Waa idiin been goorey nooh. Hokey, hokey. Been Hawaas or Cigaal Shidaad?? _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Jamaal and Kaamila: We have a real case in here. May we therefore have your attention, baliis? Dankis. We of the Nomad Community need a logical, rational reason from you two. And quickly as possitive. We of the Nomad Community had known you more than yourselves. And you got married right behind everybody’s door. None--to my knowledge so far--had been invited to your private or unprivate aroos. We deeply feel we had been let down; uncared; or even ignored. We of that community felt that we were close-knit nomad family members, so if one happy occasion comes around, we will all celebrate; and likewise if sorrow comes, we will all show our anguished faces. But, and yes, your aroos came. And what did we see? Xalwo la iska qarsanaayo. No nikaax. Nothing. Forget even about the soori. Even the imaam of somaliaonline.com had not been invited; imaam must be present and it is mandatory and religiously to perform him the nikaax, at least. Yes, the imaam is our brother Mujaahid {in for Taqwa, who is in an extented vacation}, and so far he said nothing to his knowledge did he know this. So in that case, we even suspect it to be a void contract. Not one witness that can come out forward and testify to your marriage yet. And yes, dare I remind you, Jamaal, to this. We were even witnessing when you two got together. Or rather acquaitanted together. It was we, even, who suggested Kaamila to register her user name; see your both poetic praisings were out of hand on public. If you even dare to deny it, well this is the link: http://www.somaliaonline.com/cgi-local/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=7;t=000064;p =2 So, we have a real case. And we need a real quick explanation from you two. Now, the ball is on your side. ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Darn, did somebody say C/raxmaan Sudeysi??!! Maan, does this guy have a VOICE or what? Walaahi, cod Ilaaha siiye sheekhaan. The best voice I had ever heard. Whether in music, in quraan or basickly in hadal caadi an. This sheekh, C/raxmaan Sudeysi, got an unchallenged, surperb voice. Not only one voice? But, he can simultenously switch to another melodic one. Got at least two wonderful different voices. Oh, God. Kool-Kat, your question had been asked, to my memory I believe, not once but twice. Well, hokey, I will try to say it again. Somalinet, of course. LoL. Since you know the answer yourself, why aa noo daaline hee yaqeey. Back to the Raxiima's one also: Political Science. Why? Kamoon. I am when it comes to siyaasad, as siyaasi as sayid siyaad. Faryaamo or Fuundi?? ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Oh, yes, brother A+, Soomaalis got the most talented prayers in Africa currently. No need to say on the 2010 Koobka Aduunka, we can suitable fill and play on the one held in Germany four years from now. Let me tell you the very talented players our country has to offer. Some did, minimally, retire. Others still refused to do so. On squad, currently, with their usual nick-names: Max'ed Xirsi Morgan {balaayo kula moorganaate, OFFENSE} Max'ed Qanyare Afrax {farax u daa igaarkaan. DEFENSE} Max'ed Xasan Nuur Shaatigaduud {ar shaatiga iska soo badal, baliis. DIYEESHE} Xuseen Max'ed Faarax Caydiid {who can even insult him, let alone he accept it, OFFENSE} Cusmaan Caato, {our favourite skinny striker. Off-Defense. Otto} Aadan Nuur Gabyoow {oh, he has a lot of poetric words under his curtain, which in turn can influence his co-players. Playing with injury, thus minimizing his ability to score and defend. Kuwaataro} Muuse Suudi Yalaxoow {aree xaa la yalaxee? OFFENSE} Cumar Xaaji Masale, {basal aa dhaanto kan. DUWE} Jaamac Cali Jaamac {your typical jaamac with a lot of endevour. Best associated with the skills that equalize C/laahi Yuusuf. DEFENSE} Cumar Jees {our most famous favourite boy, who has a unique ability to make people to admire his JEESTO to handle the ball. He can make RONALDO like a park's kid. SEMI-OFFENSE} C/laahi Yuusuf Axmed {a hard core defensive player. Surprised most of the commentators on his quick offense to score a HUGE goal a couple months ago. DEFENSE} The coaches: C/qaasin Salaad Xasan {coached two years in row so far, achieved what the critics never expected. WORST coach ever} Kaahin Riyaale {assistant coach. Tries hard to tell the COACH it is HIS way which is better--his FOLLOW-OR-I-LEAVE way} C/lla Deeroow Isaaq {second assistant coach. Had no influence so far} Retirees: Cali Mahdi Max'ed Cali Nafta {retired, currently on the bench, however he can reshape and can strike any day with his tactical plays. DEFENSE} Generaal Caydiid Senior. C/raxmaan Tuure {completely retired from the game}

Salaan... There was a tournament week held in Toronto this past week. It is held every year. Participated by teams from all over the world {a little exaggeration there though }. This year's participating teams were from Holland, England, Ohio, Minneapolis, Rochester, Atlanta, and several teams from within Toronto itself. Its final conclusion game was held on yesterday. And I went. God, was I surprised or what. I must have to say this. I was really flabbergasted or rather astonishly surprised to see my fellow Soomaalis fill the stadium on the final day, and cheer the two oppossing teams, without resorting the USUAL tactics out of the game that was associated with this tournament in prior years. It really touched my heart in a special way to see my brothers and sisters sitting there, cheering and nothing but supporting. I say I am surprised because we in general Soomaalis is known to criticize the least minor things. We enjoy to find fault with that. But Ilaahaa Mahad leh, to my very surprise it was really a good game. What even surprised me was that there were all walks of life of Soomaalis were there. A wadaad with a gar like God-knows sitting or sharing the spectator stand with canbaro with tight clothes there { :eek: , see you don't see that in many places}. A faarax who was enjoying the game, rather than giving the usual dacaayad against his fellow faaraxis--players or otherwise. I hope this supporting continues and expands to the other Qurba countries we Soomaalis reside. By the way, the final teams were Banaadir and Soomaali Star. I heard--see, I and my friend left after half-time due to the unexpected stormy rain that forced most of us all but to leave--and Banaadir won, so it had been said.

Salaan... Rock's Chick: I don't know. I am faarax, I guess. So, I wouldn't be able to choose one--see, I don't even know it. Or since I am a faarax, I would say JANBAL TALYAANI, instead of Dacas. LooooL. Oh, speaking of shoes and you living in Koronto. What about this choice: Aldo or Pegabo?? If you don't live in Koronto {noo, not Kanata, but Koronto} don't answer that question. Only Koronto folks know these stores.

Salaan... Buubto, walashiis this is so unfair. This is one of the hardest little chooses I had ever seen. Maaaaan. Maka Xaaji Banaadir. Or Awkuuku. Maaaaan. My head is spinning on. Can I go with both? Baliiiiiis. Hokey, I have to choose a one. Hmm...{still scratching my head} I would say, finally, MAKA XAAJI BANAADIR. This guy has some unusual way of making you laugh so hard. Have you watched a clip from Shirkii Jabuuti? He was there, comparing every imaginable leader of the 20th century to the warlords. Even Madaxweynaha Jabuuti Ismaciil Cumar Geele, who couldn't possibly understand some of the Xamari words Maka was saying, was even laughing so hard. So, again, I would go with Maka Xaaji Banaadir. Ninac loos or Ninac lubaani?? __________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Filsaneey, maxaa kalee, shaah abuu shaax yaqeey. Casariiga noo shub yaqeey. . Dankis walashiis, Haye, how about: Dee or Nooh??? If you are a qaldaani {oobis, no xag-xagasho yaah, kaftan lee} or xamaraawi {walaweyn, } STAY OUT TO CHOOSE this time, baliis. It is intended people who neither use these most frequent used informal words in Soomaali lingo. _______________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... LooooooL at Desktop. You nailed it, brother. This is really what this game is all about. Xarash or madax. LoooooL. Fu'aad, my God. You are kidding, right? Can't I choose a middle path that neither has a foot on fat nor skinny. It depends on the circumstance though. If I was now in Xamar, I would say FAT, of course. But, in here, in Koronto, I would choose being skinny. Kisi or Dhaban??? _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Niiko {even though, I don't get what qarami is} Hmm... let me think. Yes, Doqon or Jaahil. Wait a minute, they are in same category, I guess. How about then, hmm... Do you agree, so far, what most had chosen? Yes or No?? __________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Pop, of course. {hard decision in there, though}. Xaasid or Asbax? _________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Ooooh, baliis. This man, If my memory of him serves better, is one of the worst internal enemy Muslim world had ever produced itself. He really hated Islaam and anything associated with it. He publicly said he wasn't sure if he was a Muslim, or a Christian either. But, he knew was Turkish to the bone. Loved it. Worshipped it much. He completely tried to uproot Islaam from Turkey and its surrounding areas. Luckily, it didn't really affected that much. And thank Allah for that. But, we do now know how he really changed Turkey forever. At least since then. Two possitive things I heard about him are that he saved {whatever it means} Turkey from completely sliced by then powerful houses of Europe, particularly from the thirstly and bloody Greeks who desperately wanted to recapture Istanbul {Constantinople to them}. And second good thing about him is he outlawed much of other sects, who barely resembled about Islaam in any way. Especially, the Alawite sect who somehow incorporated fire in their prayers. Muslims worshipping FIRE!!! Oh, this man really disliked Islaam and I don't personally like to read his biography or any book to do with him. He is a man who thought dressing like a European would make you a very EDUCATED person. He is a man who shamely changed the whole name system of Turkey, especially erasing the title Pasha mostly used by Cusmaaniyiintii and its officials at that time. ________________ Macsalaama!!

Salaan... Since some folks do take everything too seriously, it is about time they have a little wisecracks and enjoy this piece. Since this piece even combines us Muslims and humour--in a way. Relax, enjoy and have a little some qaxwo while reading it. Not enough, how about a cup of isbarmuuto. Oh, yeah, with ice, of course. ________________ There is such a thing as Muslim humor. No, really. I was asked to write about Muslim humor. What? Muslim humor? Now that is funny! Jokes...about Muslims??? Isn’t that HARAAM? Of course not. After all, we Muslims follow a prophet who not only smiled often, but one who laughed so heartily that his teeth showed. In our striving to make a difference in this world, we often forget that. Plus, in these difficult days, there isn’t much to laugh about. But laughter might just be the remedy that we all need. The image most Muslims have about comedy is that it makes light of serious situations, and consequently trivializes things. It is true, comedy does make light of situations, but if it’s done right, it sheds light and perspective rather than trivializes. Even further, comedy brings wisdom in a way that straight commentary just can’t do. I’ve seen it myself countless times, as I’m sure you have too. But when it comes to Muslims and comedy, we seem to be lacking something. We’re afraid to laugh at ourselves. When we cultivate the ability to laugh at ourselves, that also gives us a license to make ironic (and insightful) points about others. It’s one of the most effective methods of communication and understanding. Through humor, people learn about you. In a way, you become more human. I think I know more about Jewish culture and Jewish people from watching Seinfeld than I have by reading any book on the topic. But how many people think it’s funny that I found more than two seams on my ihram after I performed Hajj? Or my dad buying ten cases of “Islamic vinegar?” “Huh? No, Baba, it’s balsamic!” So who am I? Why should you care what I think about Muslim humor? Well, for starters, I’m an Iraqi, my wife is Indo-Paki and my son’s name is Zaki (now say that five times really fast). I was born in Baghdad (don’t laugh), reared in Phoenix (quit the snickering), and now I live in Hollywood (okay, will you guys just STOP?). I was your average high school class clown/drama geek. I lettered in speech and I wanted to major in theater in college. And, like your average class clown/drama geek, I was “strongly encouraged” by my dad to do something more practical. So, I became an engineer, reluctantly. Yet, even while I was being “practical,” the impractical (and unfulfilled) side of me sought out places to be creative. I auditioned for Community Theater and took acting courses and loved it. I even got a gig imitating Jerry Lewis in an ice show at a major theme park (no, I didn’t skate. You’re still laughing, aren’t you?). I eventually wound my way to New York and received formal training at the Actors Studio. And now I’m an actor. An actor who happens to be an American Muslim--one of a small but growing number. Though I love to make people laugh (some would say I "need" to make people laugh), I consider myself an actor rather than a comic. But at Muslim functions, I’m always asked to do some sort of stand-up routine. And, since Henry V’s Saint Crispin’s Day speech wouldn’t go over too well at a Muslim fundraiser, I usually do a few impersonations and they usually love it. At a youth camp, I once wrote and performed a skit called "Xaraam oooor Xalaal." It was a game show parody where the host would state a situation and the contestants would buzz in their answer whether it was "xaraam" or "xalaal." Q. A horse you are riding stops to drink from a trough that you know has alcohol in it. Haraam oooor Halaal? A. Haraam because, if the horse sweats, the alcohol might transfer to the rider. Needless to say, the skit created some controversy. Some people thought I was making light of the prophet (PBUH), but my intention was only to parody our own zeal and preoccupation with minutia. Others failed to even get the jokes and approached me afterwards concerned that they hadn’t known about some of the sins and wanted to clarify the rules so they could be sure to stay clear of them. I couldn’t believe it--talk about mired in the minutia! Though I assured them that the skit was only a parody, something tells me there’s a whole generation of kids out there secretly nervous about riding on drunk horses. So my hope is that, one day, we (Muslims in particular) can say "no pork on my fork please" and it can be as funny and as part of our lexicon as saying gefilte fish. I also think we need to start writing and telling stories from our perspective rather than letting others tell us and the rest of the world who we are. That’s my hope...and it’s also my goal as an American Muslim comedic actor, inshaAllah. . . . InshaAllah... "The dinner will be at 6:00, inshaAllah." "I will do my best, inshaAllah." When my sister-in-law was a kid, she thought "inshallah" meant "probably not," as in: "Mom, can we go to Disneyland?” "InshaAllah." Or: "Mom, can I have a pony?" "InshaAllah." ...(Now you can laugh) ________________ By Kamaal al-Marayati ________________ Admins, baliis do not move this thread into the jokes section. See, some of our brothers and sisters are so serious, they rarely visit the jokes section or never visit it. See, this is exactly what they need. Laughing sometimes is good for your health--and for your wealth too {don't ask me how yet, }. And you can come back to your serious business after a little cracks. I promise you won't be disappointed. _________________ Macsalaama!!