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Jaaluut,
I was in Atlanta, the whole city Keyn- love the trees man; I love it man. I was staying Stone Mountain with some friends, the place is bumping with lots of....................! then went to Savanah drove like 5 hours or something it was great! lots of sisters driving rather fat *** pickup cars, but still london is cultural city with highly sophisticated heritage. Londn-acquired taste. I felt I was in Tuulo when I was Atlanta brother, guryo kala fog fog, and full of churches!
He who gets tried of London gets tired of Life!
Sophist
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Nietzsche, writes in his magnificent but under read book, Human, All Too Human
"The significance of language for the evolution of culture lies in
this, that mankind set up in language a separate world beside
the other world, a place it took to be so firmly set that,
standing upon it, it could lift the rest of the world off its hinges
and make itself master of it. To the extent that man has for
long ages believed in the concepts and names of things as in
aeternae veritates he has appropriated to himself that pride by
which he raised himself above the animal: he really thought
that in language he possessed knowledge of the world. "
With vivid conviction, contrary to the popular believe, you and I are not victims of what the last sentence of the above passage condemns!. To us (perhaps I should say) words are tools to work with not the actual work itself. Our goal is convey a message in words with loaded meanings where others are merely or shall I say blissful content (without knowing) to employ words with 'simple' connotations! Notice the inverted coma.
Good to see you Walaalkiis,
Sophist
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Salaams,
It seems a dark cloud has set upon this issue. I suspect no one condones the commitall of such a brutaly un-islamic acts which cause havoc and mayhem. But the issue which seems to be ignored rather casually, is the branding certain brothers whose acts may be justified politically-- though may not be in line with Islamic principles of combating the "enemy"- as Khawaarij, a word that begs a careful application. I for one do not think the most wanted man is Khaariji, but a man whose Iman I can only dream of having. He is the one who let go all the conforts his millions would provide--- reasons we have all migrated to these cold and distant lands-. How then can anyone with thier right mind would accuse him Khaariji or anything that is close to it. The Rabiiciya have indeed caused alot of division within the old Salafi circle, causing one tight nit community to split to Salafiya Qadiimah and Salafiyah Jadiidah, the later being propounded by Rabiic Ibnu Haadi Alaah yahdiih.
Raboow islaamka Qalbigooda isu soo jeedi.
Galab Wanaagsan.
Salamu Alaikum
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Now there are Khawaariij in Somalia who killed innocent women and children?
Muraad, enlighten my fellow, i would like to think i know a bit about the Islamic movement in Somalia, it is hostrical beginings and current predicament they found themselves in.
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What do you think Coporate Law practiced in the Islamic world. I am lawyer (In England those who are reading Law Degree are called lawyers-- reading means studying: best leisure time is spent reading a degree as my old toph of a professor says habitually).
Akhuuka Fil Caqiida,
Sophist
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So you think that Fahad and his cohorts are Muslim Rulers?
Akhii Kharariji is really fitnatic word. Be careful who you use against.
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Mujahid without no dount
Now
Sophistry or Ijtihad?
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"'I've had people tell me that it's women like me that are ruining the workplace because it makes
employers suspicious,'' she continues. ''I don't want to take on the mantle of all womanhood and
fight a fight for some sister who isn't really my sister because I don't even know her.''
I feel her statement. The other night I was invited to Formal Dinner in order to partcipate an ACCESS Project (project designed to increase students who are from schools that are not traditionally oxbridge sending pupils) and show the toph addmission tutors that ethnic boys fit in at both college and University level- during the begining of that week i had become the Vice President/External officer of the JCR (Unior Common room= College Student Union). So these chaps wanted to use this as a sign that we are contibuting student life both socially and academically. However, the following morning I had a supervision on some boring subject, was expected to discuss the origins of Roman Law and hand in an essay on Troditio. When I declined the invitation respectfully, some ethnic boy said, I owned a duty to potential brothers who want to apply here. I said I am not going to supervision ill-prepared for some brothers mate!.
Sometimes people expected you to do something out of some idiotic principle- principle that makes no sense sometimes. Good on these women for no tupholding some murky principle.
Sophist
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Salaams,
With rarity one feasts his eyes upon irreproachably written piece that smells as though it was penned down effortlessly. This undoubtedly is one piece that merits to be written by such a highly qualified nonpareil in the art of war of words. His sonorous oration is translucently received by even those with murky vision. I hope, though this is growingly becoming an asylum for woebegone old shacks, they themselves would get the beaming light from the present post which will invigorate them to their lost world.
Samurai, thanks for the much delight and deterring foreboding that was about to set in. I drunk from the post, words becoming drips of water flowing from fountain of wisdom quenching my utter thirst for such illuminating wisdom.
Cheerio Old Chap
Sophist
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Salamu Alaikum to you all,
Nur
Mind teazer you are my fellow, the much dreaded letter would find alot of audience in this arid forum. Though assuredly, content singleton is better than a prepertual myhem in the world of companionship-- A though one may ask, is it biologically possible to remain happy in world dominated by companionship; halal or otherwise?
Look forward to you letter my esteemed brother-- With little fortune, I hope it would not be the one written by..... directed to Halima.
Sophist
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woow, I am laughing my laughs out! how did I miss that! NAFISA that was very good! Nur good response.
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Salamu Alaikum
Ikhwaanii Fil Caqiida,
This topic of course merits a lot of reverence, with great respect I leave my two million worth (don't get up from your seat mate, this is the Shilling not £) opinion-notice it is opinion, not imperical knowledge.
Marriage they say is the completer of the faith-that needs qualification. The marriage life (Nur please forgive if you think I digress from the matter at hand, at least I shall not at bare minimum surpass the prephery) needs not all the things one thinks extremely consequential-excessive piety, xijaab wearing sister or a brother with special tailored trousers-the later being extremely attractive to the potential suitors for they shall have a peak what lies behind!!!!. What I am talking about here is a successful marriage. How then one can define what is successful and what it is not. That is simple-the eternal continuation of the merriment from the inception of such ceremony, this should do it. But of course this is a general thing? Okay, let us dissect the issue further, the inside flesh needs to be exposed without causing any nausea to the readers.
Now, people get marry for many various reasons (I do because arrogantly enough I want to pass my ideals to my offspring, thus it matters not that much love and the other paraphernelia that comes with this marriage--- Nur, I am aware the aya that says Wa jacalnaa beynakum mawadatan waraxma; but my old boy this refers to the after inception not prior to it- reasons that would be plethora to mention here. Let us then look at the scenerio which the honorouble chap Nur had presented. Here we have a lady with Islamic inclination, she meets a guy who is hot and he turns her seeds up!. Absolutely normal human trait. He likes her, she likes him. But there lies a problem, he is not practicing Islam. Uuh, such is a no go area to her. He does not perform the Salat (Alah forgive the poor soul) but after realising that he makes an effort to pray and prove to her the young man can adopt to his needs. Now what can she do?
My remedy would be this, if Islam is the centre of your life then darling be selfish and look for someone who is more diini than you are-perhaps it might take long time, but if you have what it takes you shall get there the time Allah proscribed for you.
This is my philosophy in Marriage, be SELFISH. I think it is the only time selfishness is allowed in Islam. The reason I remain single is primarily of that selfishness, the qualities I look for in my potential wife are higher in rank than those I possess. For example, she has to have better ideals, more intelligence (nothing to do with whether she had went to Al-Azhar , read Law at Camridge, or even done Maths degree at MIT). Also, similar view point of the meaning of life. Perhaps due to this selfishness I have developed self happiness-induced by excessive intelectual enrichment;; spirtiuality and intellectuality are interchangeable in this post; no self-agradissing is intended here.
I have a friend who was so ambtious while at College, he went to read Econ at London School of Econ and Political Sceince. While he was there he met this sister who wooed him to her world. Before embarking this rather precarious (or so it seemed at the time) he wanted to get into the city and made lots of money and that was practicably vaible for him to achieve. Now he considering with an utter seriousness moving to Chana and setting up a modest family bussiness-all the high sounding ideal went through thin air. One evening he said to me, I would be happy living in hutt somewhere in Africa with modest living standard so long as my darling conforts me after long day of labour in my farm; this was not a joke, his face turnes more serious as he envisiged such a life style. In contrast to this, there was this Somali guy, pious, always dressed in those special tailored trousers which you could see his bare ankles. He met a girl who made him worldy, now and again he sends me an email from his last holiday destiniation-you have guessed it is not Madina or Meka more of a Venice and Abiza;; moral judgements is passed here.
The above examples show that the influence can either be negative or possitive-depends how you look at it.
At any rate, Walahi if there was no obligation from Allah I would advocate non-marriage status-why would anyone with their right mind wants to take the risk (and don't tell me it is not risky or write this over used clitche of life being full of risks) of getting married to some complete lunatic-some lunatics are exteremly versed in the art of acting rending the victim to believe they are indeed are this desired mate.
But Islam encourages us to emrace fully our opposite sex with permissible actions-no complaints here. Allah knows his creatures better than they know themselves. Though most admirable men save the prophet SCW and his companions, did not get married. I have ibnu Taymiyah in mind. Great man who did great service to his faith and religion- the argument may be WHAT WOULD I PRE-OCCUPY MYSELF? Uuh, that would be telling!!!!!!.
Anyhow, I shall retire after saying more than I expected to write initially.
Brothers and Sisters, please do attempt to correct me constructively if you may, the door is open with inviting gambar and qaxwe awaiting you.
Sophist
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Silent Sistah, thanks for the compliment walaalo.
Here is the taster of what the encounter of salacious jin would do to any red blooded man:
This is a short story (apparently it is true, or so was I told). It is translated from Somali to
English. in either case, (whether true or fiction) I find it very imaginative and fascinating, perhaps I should share it with you:-----
Sheeko: Hassan Olol and His Jinni bride
I was a teenage boy of 18 years old. My family, pastoral, lived small town called Jidali in the Far
North East Somalia near the Red Sea. At that time, young people of my age were flowing in to
the coastal towns in their thousands in search of jobs. Coastal towns, unlike their counterparts
in the hinterland, had relatively boom economies due mainly to the export/import trade so they
became attracted to young people from the rural areas. I thought I was old enough to join the
influx. I easily got the blessings of my parents, and was ready to hit the road pretty soon.
I decided to go to Berbera, a major port town on the Red Sea, where menial jobs were so
abundant. Because
there were no transportation services available, I had to go on foot. I set off on a dawn taking
with me water and some food to eat on the way. In late afternoon while trekking along the
sea, I saw a beautiful girl swimming in the sea alone. She was around my age, with a darkish
hair, exquisite eyes and slender body. She was the kind of girl one would find almighty
irresistible to ask out on a date, she was thoroughly alluring. I stopped, looked around, saw
nobody else and released a long, low whistle indicating how pleased I was. I immediately went
towards her.
Oow Allah! I thought, as I walked through the shallow and trite water. This is going to be one
hell of an afternoon. She seemed to be in a mood for a bloodstained showdown. Anyway, I put
on my voluptuous smile and advanced towards her. As I approached her I noticed that she was
exceptionally and principally beautiful. She started moving away a bit without the slightest hint
of fear though.
"Stay away from me" she warned, her eyes almost out of their sockets, her face viciously
twisted in a wolfish frown. I didn't give a damn about her warning. It in fact reminded me the
popular proverb which said "women say no when they mean yes" I blindly made for her in an
overoptimistic mood.
She grabbed me by the neck and immersed me deep in the water, keeping me there for a while.
Her grip had such power that I thought it was man's, but since there was nobody else except
the two of us, I came to the embarrassing conclusion that I was being overpowered by a
woman: something I had never thought possible. She released me. I threw myself upwards in
utter desperation, gasping for air. For a minute or so I was too dizzy.
"Don't try anything ****** " She snapped, keeping her eyes on my next move.
Recovering the initial shock, I jumped at her finding outrageously unacceptable to be defeated
by a woman. She dodged and was once again attacking at my throat. She blocked the windpipe
and heaved my body to the bottom of the ocean. The experience was terrifying beyond
narration and description. Luckily, she dismissed me again. I instantaneously swum towards the
shore without even looking back. "adiguba caqlaad leedahee carar maxaa dhaama".Fleeing
was the wisest thing to do, otherwise she would have drowned me. She was in a mood to
tame an alligator!! My anticipation of a wonderful afternoon turned in to traumatically shocking,
near-death experience.
I was 3 or 4 km away when I first looked back. She was putting on her clothes. No sooner had I
turned around than I saw her beside me. I quickly looked back to make sure she wasn't the girl
who, seconds ago, was 3 km away from me. I was terrified to the last degree to learn that it
was indeed her. I looked at her, then back at the spot where she had been, then back at her,
being unable to believe her fastness! "What is wrong with you" she said, smiling brightly with
her intoxicating lips and glistening teeth. "You look as if you saw a ghost" If what I am seeing is
not a ghost I thought, then it must at least be as fast as one. Considering her portentous
power in the Sea, coupled with her astonishingly lightning-like speed, there was no doubt in my
mind that she was a rather unique creature!
"Please leave me alone" I said curtly, not wanting to associate with her. "Listen" she said,
softening her voice "What happened has happened. Be a man enough and get it over " "Please
leave me alone" I repeated with my voice turning rather a afflicted sort of muttering with a pain.
"Look" she said, slowing down and looking at me seriously. Her expression soothing with a bit
of grimacing twist added to it probably to score a point. "You attacked me, and I defended
myself. It was you who was on the offensive, not me. Why can't you forget the whole thing" I
was on the offensive, I thought, a valid point in her favour, What an intelligent defence
mechanism I thought. Now I started to cool down. By the way I didn't know why I was angry to
begin with,. Maliciously attack someone and then get mad at them afterwards. Does that make
sense? May be I was mad because she overpowered me in the sea and the fact that she was a
lady make everything so startling!
"Where are you going to" she asked.
"Berbera" I said.
"Me too" she replied.
"Really"
"Yes I am serious" she responded without a hesitant.
She told me her name, which was Zahra. We conversed along the way and I must admit, I was
being transfixed by her beauty by the minute despite my inopportune or shall I say
embarrassing encounter with her earlier. Her extraordinary fastness was quite nerve-racking
too. There is no denying about that. But in spite of that, there was something about her that
made me calm down and see her again in a romantic eye.
As dusk started to set in she said that she had relations living nearby from whom we could get
something to eat and a place to sleep. "Great" I blurted out. Earlier she had told me that she
ran out of her Sahay (The food travellers take with them) which meant she would share mine
with me. My Sahay was barely sufficient for me: if I shared it with her I was sure we would
starve to death. consequently this suggestion of hers was most needed.
Her relations, as it turned out, were many families living in a sort of settlement. A large flock of
gaots and sheep were being driven in to kraals after having been grazing all day. There were
no any visible lamps, yet everywhere was illuminated brightly. There were people milling around
everywhere. Their clothes were very fashionable: in fact too fashionable for a typical pastoral
lifestyle. Their houses were exceptionally good with modern designs, which I had never seen
before. In a word, their material wealth was beyond my imagination! People, mostly kids,
swarmed around me shouting "She brought a human. She brought a human" To be honest, the
mention of "human" didn't ring a bell in my mind. I just thought that their clan had had a
vendetta against my clan, which literally scared me rather
At any rate, Zahra came and took me to a veranda full of men. In an armchair in the middle of
the verandah sat a stocky man around his forties, with athletically built body. He had piercing
eyes, which, coupled with his bushy moustache, were the only noticeable facial characteristics
he had. To be fair with him though, he had an air of gentlemanly and aristocratic behaviour. He
was, as I was to be told, their chief. People called him a "Lion"
Oow Allah ! I thought, what a matching name!
"How are you Hasan, take a seat" he said, stretching his fat hand for a handshake. I was really
surprised by the fact that he uttered my name without being told in advance. It in fact, in a
sense, proved my suspicion that I was in an enemy territory. I was now convinced that the girl
played trick on me to hand me to her clansmen who, as I thought, were at war with my clan. "
Then I thought she can not belong that tribe because she was far beautiful". May be I wanted
to believe this.
"You don't seem to know "Lion said, as he adjusted his sitting position. His bulky creaking the
wooden chair. "but we are Aliens "What" I blurted out, blinking and not being abled to believe
his utterances .Zahra, who was sitting beside me, took over. "Yes we are Aliens" she confirmed,
patting my hand in a bid to alleviate the shock. "I lied to him to bring him here" she continued,
now talking to her fellow Aliens. "Because I fell in love with him, and I want to marry him"
My mind became momentarily too numb to process what was going on. I just stared at them in
disbelief. I was, all of a sudden, in a new, unbelievable reality. "Look" I said, then my mind went
blank. I couldn't say anything further except fixedly staring at them. Zahra took over. "I know
this is too much for you to digest at the moment, but yes you are in a different World " she said,
still patting my hand.
The fact that I was seeing Aliens scared me to death. Several minutes passed by without
anyone saying a word, probably to give me some time to think about this otherwise imaginary
reality: an imaginary reality which would take for ages to come to terms with. But how come I
see you guys, I thought. This can't be true.
"The reason why you can see us is because you are in our World, not the human World
anymore "Lion answered, as if he was reading my mind. Apart from the fact that they lived in a
fancy lifestyle, there was nothing extraordinary about them, especially their looks, that could
make me think that they were Aliens.
"As bizarre as it may sound, you are with Aliens" Lion continued his discourse. He was being
memoir. Judging from his expression, I could see that he was serious: dead serious.
Somewhere at the back in my mind his speech started to make sense, not because I was so
effortlessly convinced that they were indeed Aliens--although I was being stirred by the minute
I have to admit, but because I could get along with them. Before he wrapped up his discourse
he asked me if I was interested in the marriage proposal.
I hesitated for a while, but my reply ultimately came out as emphatic "yes" I knew that by
accepting the offer I had nothing to lose and everything to gain: a beautiful doll I had never
daydreamed about was on offer without any prerequisite. Besides, I was told that I was under
no obligation financially. That was too good an opportunity to decline. I had heard of enough
Alien stories to know that anyone who associated with them would be materially rich. This, per
se, was too tempting to be declined too. So it was my considered decision to say "yes". As long
as I could live with them in their present form, I didn't have much of a problem with their being
Aliens.
"Okey" lion said. He introduced me a heavily bearded, much older man sitting beside him who
he called Sheekh Abdulahi. This Sheikh seemed to be rather domineering figure in this
inexplicable community. The two of them were to delegate us to perform the wedding. The
wedding and the wedding ceremony were to held on that very night. Needless to say, it was
fine with me. In a matter of minutes a new house was built in front of the verandah. I was
really flabbergasted by their dexterity. Even more astonishing was the fact that in fifteen
minutes or so I was in my new home with my new bride and being served with specially
prepared foods by invisible beings. All I could see was plates and dishes fully laden with every
imaginable foods coming in and arranging themselves orderly on a table!
"Who on earth is carrying these dishes " I exclaimed, frightened.
"Don't worry gacaliye " dear soulmate" Zahra responded, smiling."This is our own way of
enchanting human guests"
I am easily impressed by a show of wealth. This time I wasn't different. Man! I said to my self,
are you in your golden age! You could say I was!
My wife was known "the Bird" because she took the form of bird. Everybody had two names;
his/her maiden name and another name derived from the animal his form he/she took of. This is
why the chief was called the "lion" He sometimes took the form of lion. "Scary one might
though, but this become customary in time"by the way, after a while my wife became pregnant,
The funny thing was that I didn't have to take care of her financially; they were far too rich.
From dawn to dusk my wife existed in the form of bird, and was away all day. She took a human
form from dusk
onward. Usually I had a mat, matress and pillows arranged orderly under a huge shadowy tree,
where I was fed on a regular basis.In a word, I was treated like a king, it was too good to be
true, I asked myself, Am I dreaming while I am in Jidali valley?!
One dusk when I returned home I found my wife lying on the bed; quite atypical. "I gave birth"
she greeted me. "Great" I said, coming over to her side. "Show me" She stripped a sheet that
had covered the other side of the bed. There appeared seven newly-born babies! I was
overcome by amazement. Power drained out of my legs, and I went down as a result in a daze,
my hands being on my head. I said "I take the refuge of God against satan" This is a koranic
expression and it is pronounced as follows:
Acuudu bilaahi mina sheydaani rajiim.
As soon as I said that my World (call it imaginary if you so wish:)) disappeared in to vapour.
Instead, I found myself crouching on a barren rock, hands still on my head. I could not
distinguish whether I had been dreaming in the first place and now woke up, or had been in a
real, waking life and was now dreaming of being on this rock. My mind went a complete
standstill so I couldn't distinguish facts from fiction. As wacky as it may sound though, I was not
dreaming of being on that rock, nor had I been in having that envious lifestyle: both situations
were real!!
Surely but slowly, the darkness gave way to dim illumination which, in turn, changed in to the
cosy, snuggling house I was in few minutes ago! In front of me was now my mother-in law and
my wife, who was sobbing.
"Why did you say that expression" my mother-in law said furiously" In doing so, You hurt my
daughter badly" This Alien community was Muslim.
They were pious and frequently read the Koran. Thus they always said the expression. "How
come you say it but I can't" I asked, puzzled. "We can, but humans can't while being with us. If
they say it we can no longer live together. Also it hurts us very badly" she explained, still
indignant. "I am sorry, I didn't know that" I said "I offered my apologises"
Slowly they calmed down. I was warned not to say that expression ever
again especially while being with them, otherwise I would see the last of
them. I habitually say the expression whenever I am absolutely astonished. I even don't notice
when I am about to say it. I just say it automatically: it is a natural reaction that I can't control.
So when I promised not to say it ever again I wasn't too sure whether I would keep that
promise. Oow May Allah! I thought, don't surprise me to this degree if you want me to keep the
promise:)
At any rate, that episode passed peacefully and things got normal
afterwards. A while later I decided I wanted to visit my parents (call them my parents in Planet
Earth if you like :)My Alien in-laws gave me so many gifts to them. However, my parents were
not to be told that I had had an Alien family, which meant that I had to make them believe that
I had been working hard in Berbera and bought these presents for them. My father was never
convinced. " he was a well known leader of my clan, people use to call him the wise man of
Ergavo, a man like him was too adamantine to induce to this sitiutation. He had stubbornly
clung to the belief that I had stolen them. Because of that he wanted to keep clear of them. As
he was a clan chief so protecting his reputation was of paramount importance
to him
"I am a man of character. I don't want my name smeared by this loot" He said to mom. "Keep
them untill their rightful owner comes" he added. I told him over and over again that nobody
would claim them but he, unlike my mom, who believed in me right away, remained
unconvinced. I felt bad about the fact that these presents, so badly needed by the family, were
to
be kept indefinitely. Feeling sorry was all I could do: nothing more. I told them I had to return to
my work in Berbera and left for my Alien
family.
After a while my wife got pregnant, and subsequently gave birth to seven more babies. Now I
wasn't surprised one bit: I became aware of the birth patterns of Alien women. Believe it or not
I had now 14 kids at the age of twenty " something which is rather bizarre in Human Earth"
Later, I decided to go to Yemen. I was seen off and wished well. Life in Yemen absorbed me. I
found myself staying there for several perpetual years. One afternoon, while chewing
Qaad(stimulant twigs that are used in
> East Africa and South Eastern Arabia) with friends, a lady, after quickly changing from a
bird-like figure to a human form, appeared in the doorway. My friends looked at her with a fixed
stare, being stunned by her beauty. Guess who? She was my wife Zahra. I suddenly felt guilty
for being away from her and the kids so long. I thought she would get mad at me for that.
"Hasan, I am here to tell you that your oldest daughter has been
betrothed, and you are wanted for that reason......."
"My seven years old daughter" I blurted out, astounded to the last degree. "Itake the refuge of
God against satan" (Acuudu bilaahi mina sheydaani
rajiim) She abruptly disappeared from view, and I immediately realised why: I said the
expression I was warned not to say while being with them. I waited in vain for her to come
back and be excused. She did not come back to this day. Although I learned many aspects of
Alien culture while I was with them, I had never seen a female being married at the age of
seven. So, needless to say, I was so taken aback to be told that my seven years old daughter
was to be married.
There I was, lost in the streets of Eden .I have lost 14 kids and their mother to entirely different
beings. Man! I said to my self, they are gone for good.
You had better forget them. The question arises Can I? Answer is an obvious one, every parent
knows it! it is big NO NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO, NO,NO,
The END
NB: This is a real story. The full name of the lead character is Hasan Olol Jama. He lived in a
small town called Jidali, near Eragavo North East of Somalia. I did saw this gentleman 1991 and
he himself told me the story. It was rather stimulating. I have also, saw one of the men who
saw the lady in Yeman while they chewinng Qaad with Hassan. He verified and swore to the
Allah's name that he saw lady and when mr Hassan said A'du billah, she promptly vanished
their sight.
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Areey MMA fiiri hii, waraa haye ma isxoreysey? Walaahi khatar aa noqotee; marka anaga inaan dhiisha iska dhigno waaye duqa. Adiga Falfaliirkii iyo cambuuladii waa qarsatey maahinoo?
Saas maa Sxb lagu ahaay?
Runtaa waaye, aniga hada 79 gaal aan qabaa oo hada Jiidali agagaarkeeda ii daaqooyo nooh, in kastoo maal mahaan eriga madaxa madoow ee sabeenaha dhalo la dhahay gado iyagaa ka mac dhaqaalo ahaan; ma ifahamtey?
Dariiqooyinka:
Dadku sey isu yaqaaniin maahee waa sida loo yaqaano. Hadii maanta oo idil aan SOL aan ka dhoho waraada aniga ma kibir badni, wax iga yeelaaya ama dheg ujalaqsiinaya ma ey jiraan-- tan mac neheedu maaha iney saxsan yihiin. Laakin arinka daariiqooyinka marka kitaabka caqiidada loo fiiriyo (Caqiidatu Daxaawi ama kutubta kale ee ee Ahlusuna Caqiida) waxaa kuu soo baxaaya nimankaani inaaney udhoweyn suno iyo kitaabtoona.
Sooma aad ogid xaruntoodu waxay kutaalaa SSH, meel la dhoho Yagoori. Dariiadu halkaas ayay dagen tahay sheekhu dariiquhu xitaa jamaaco ma uu tukado00 Maxamed Rabiic ayaa layiraahadaa Magiciisa.
Dhanka kale, Saalixiyada, Sheekh Sayid Maxamed C/dule Xasan RMC hadaad gabayadiisa qaarkood dhageysatid (waan kaxumahay haduu afsoomaaligaas kugu adkaado, Posh somali is not as easy to digest to that of cockney Somali) waxaa kuu cadaaneyna in ninkaas Caqiido Ahlu suna ey biyo dhigtey.
War heedhana, i have to rush to supervision, ramadaan wanaagsan kuligiin. Rabi hana cafiyo.
Salamu Alaikum
Sophist
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After subjecting torturously to read this thread, laughter ensued just before dismay took its deserved seat. I laugh because of the nature's comical way of showing the scrawny minded borrowing certain tribe's attire to dress their unsightly flesh, but funnily enough the attire does not cover it up well - there, the glimpse of their festering body; reeking more than dead rotten fish in a grimy sewage appears ignobly. They walk fast, continuing their journey with fastened base. But the damage has already done. In order to get rid off the odour they left behind, substantial hygiene workers need to be summoned buteven those have no the required elements to got rid off the stench left behind. Surprised man I am, for such a number of people would stomach such a filth oozing from these people-or perhaps I am the only one whose nasal-sensitivity is functioning, or may people have accustomed to it?. Either case, one should flee before one becomes victim for such despicable disorder.
Good evening to you all.
Sophist
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MMA @ LOL hooyadeey aa Sheekh Madar Dhigan jirtey! waraa haye waa la isyareenaa miyaa! tookadaan waraa keentey. Iskoolkaa markii dagaalkii xamar aas ka bilowdey waa shaqeynaayey, see camalkaa adi nooh? Waraada walaahi waraa imaadey, meeshaan duqeytida ciyaal maamo lee iska wada dhigooyiin yaah!
Just playing mate!. How is Ramadan Treating you! are you breaking your Iftar at Hamdi Res?
Sophist
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Aniga inteyda aan kutuurto.
Waxaa in laxuso mudan in aan doorbidayo inaan af Somaali wax kaga qoro mawduucan kobtaan, meehaan, meeshaan, kobtadatan, golahan, meeshan (iwm) aad ku falan qeyneysaan, ku baareysaan, ku lafo gureysaan, ku rigameysaan;arinkaas oo runtii muhiimad u leh taariikhda umadeena Soomaliyeed.
Aniga, shaqsiyan, nafteyda, arageyna waxaan aamin sanahay; sawirka, warbixinta, gogoldhiga uu walaalkey Entr uu ka bixiyey Sheekh aweys inuu yahay mid *** kiisu aanu dhisneyn. Tan waxaan uleeyahay, wararka ka imaanaya dhankaan taariikheed ayaa waxay noo sheegayaan inaanu Sheekh Aweys nin Sheekh ah oo gaal diid ah aanu aheyn, laakiin uu runtii ugarab dhiibin jirey cadawkii gumeystaha ahaa. Sayidkii Naxariistii Janno Allaha ka waraabiyee (ilaahey wuxuu sabab uga dhigey isaga, haadu noo imaan laheyn, haatan qaar waxaa la dhihi lahaa James Smith Qowdhan ama Toni Tobias Xaayoow- adiga dooro kii kuu sahlan) wuxuu ergooyin u direy axadkaan Sheekh aweys ah. Sheekh aways wuxuu ka diidey Jihaadka laga soo horjeedey Gaalada dabacayuunta ah in uu kaqeyb qaato. Balse, wuxuu isku dayey kahor imaadka Jihaadkaas (waxaa laga yaabaa inaaney gaal jaceel aanay ka aheyn ee dariiqo ahaan uu udiidayay Sayidka-- Sayidku Ahlu Suna Wal Jamaaca ayuu ahaa ninkaa nina Qaadiriya Suufiya ayuu ahaa). Si kastaba arinku ha ahaadee, Daraawiishi mideydey ka asashey markey firaaqo u heshey ninkaan gaal raaca noqdey.
War heedhaha yaan ku dheeraan hadalakee, habeen wanaagsan.
Salamu Alaikum
Sophist
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Interesting thoughts, or perhaps not. My knowledge of business is rather confined to bakhaar Baasto iyo Bariis gadaya along with Shiidaal
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Isn't that oxymoron? Islamic Dating?
I think most of what I have intended to say after reading the inquisition proposed by the enquirer were responded to by my old nomad fellow Nur. Alas, I wont dwell into the legality of the issue. However, there is a problem of practicality.
At the olden days (be that in Somalia or even the classical Islamic periods- what I have in mind is Waqtu Salaf) there was a way in which the conduct of marriage were executed in a Bona fide way. A good example from the time of Sahaba serves us great deal-I hope my memory does not fail me in this crucial moment. There was a Sahabi who was interested in getting married to another Sahabiyah, the prophet SCW was told about it, and the prophet told the Sahabi to make sure to he sees her physique - humaageeda. He then went to make sure to see her not officially-wuxuu ka fiir fiiriyey deyrka.
The above example illustrates there when marriage is thought about the parties concerned should not hurry to it, but give considerable amount of consideration-be that as it immaterial or material, like Nur's friend who was limbing or my friend who was nearly rejected by his fiance because he was not a British Citizen-she also nearly misssed a golden apportunity.
Now we all live in the west and there are substantial number of Somali females who came to Europe or North America without the guidance of their Muxrim, how can one engage with these females without committing a sin-crime. We know it is not practicably foreseeable for these men to ask permission from the Muxrims to court Islamically these females, how then can this be avoided. I think many would agree with me (perhaps I am being too optimistic here) that we should be flexible about certain things; things that are fundamental about the issue in question. For example, it would be rather idiotic to say we could not talk to our potential sisters in genteel manner-we all go to (or in the case of Nur went) western educational institutions were the students are mixed. We deal with out fellow students (at least I hope we do) in a fashion that is fit Islamically, this should apply to our sisters too. We can talk to them not in a salacious manner but indeed in modest and courteous way, letting them now our intentions without causing any harm to our principled and cultured doctrines.
As Ibnu Qayim RHC famously said, Al-Fatwaa ta taqayar bi taqayuri Asminati wal Amkina= the Decree alters with the time and the place. This does not mean the principles change, but the furuuc shariica as far as Ijtihaad is concerned espouses its current circumstance without shaking off any foundations.
Afur Wanaagsan.
Sophist
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Che-Guevara Mate, this was not saar or anything that is remotely close to it. It was a practice developed by young brotherhood muslims back in the olden days-- years had since elapsed. Anyhow, haven't you read my story (I have translated from Somali to English) about a young Ergovian (ceergaabaawi) young chap with the name of Xasan Olol (who just happens to be a distant great uncle)!? I think it is jolly good story.
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Salamu Alaikum my main man Mujahid,
Very spooky indeed. With not great pleasurable rememberance, i recall attending couple jini saarid sessions years bac-- last one being here in London.
It is quire frightening experiance to begin with, but as time goes past one developes what I can almost say joy to see these creatures to be shaken off thier host victim. The process is called Quraan Saarid, it must be said, it is only effective if the reciter/s is pious person/s- now you can imagine my utter frustration after long night of rication of the Quran without no avail.
I remember one night vididly etched into my memory that sometimes, i feel abashed to recount; a neigbour of ours was sick. She had been allegedly possesed by Jin (acuudu Bilaah), to my ill-delight we all went to her house which was not that far away from my humble abode, armed with our holy books (being young and impressionable I thought after great practice of self-restraint and recitation of the Quran the concatination of events would lead me to be strong but wait the result my fellow). We came to the room where the young lady was; she was tighed up to deter inducement of anyself harm. We (the group of young men in the area who were thought to be pious-- excluding myself here) untied her with the presence of her muxrim-- in matter of fact, her muxrim untied her. After releasing her, she had become ultra-violent. She directed abuse towards towards the man who was leading the brigade. Expectedly, he was not impressed. Her foul language was utterly astonishing considering how cultured this young lady was, she was indeed the envy of all those who lived in the area. She was practicing as a nurse (her age only being 17), kept a pharmacy, memorised the Quran and was asthetically pleasing to the gazing eye--- in that night no eyed were gazed towards her illuminating figure and correctly so.
After retraining her, we commenced to read the Quran unto her with no affect whatsoever. Then we continued and continued till we all nearly fell with over fetigue. At time time, to our great pleasure, A sheikh with a reknown piety came in. As he put his feet in to the room, the girl sat down, and shyness came over her. She regained her original persona. An embecable smile with great shy edge to it surfecaded. Though the expression of her face was that of oblivion to what these men were doing her room. She said, with enquiring tone, what is happening here? by then we all knew the Jin was got rid off. Quite pleasedwith ourselves, we left the house. The Sheikh remained and read Quran to her.
When he left, the Jin came back. This time, it was about 10pm in the evening, and almost everyone who was amongst the original group had either went to bed or pursued other activiteis thus three chaps were summoned, amongst them was Mr Sophist. This time she was in her parents bed room, when she saw us with great surprise, she begun laughing. We all sat down to recite the Quran and her laugter increased. Then the macalim (an elederly man who taught quran in the local madrasa/malcaamad/dugsi) began to talk to the possessd lady. She said, you can carry on reading the Quran, you guys can not burn me. When asked where he went earlier (the voice had deep tone to it) he said, he just went to the fooqa fiyaaraha of the room when Adan Wali (that is the name of the Sheekh) came to the room. He said; that man is forceful and he is the only one I am afraid of. Don't bring him again: This illustrares how foolish the Jin is. He should have kept us in the dark, and we would in frustration left him alone to torture more that poor girl, but Allah had other plans.
Anyhow, to cut rather a long spooky story short, Adam weli was summoned again. He spoke to creatures. And with the grace of Allah they become Muslims and left the young lady alone.
This is one of the many stories which I had the displeasure (though at the time, I draw intense pleasure-- no idea why, being a lad will lead you to lucious things;; or things that seem that way anyhow).
Salaams,
Iftaar wanaagsan.
Sophist
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Salaamu alaikum
War ma anigaa waalan mise Cadan ayaa laga heesayaa!. Why this merits a thread? I am not attacking anyone, but what is the point of all this?. I am astonished people had replied to this inquisition walaahi. Cajiib, cimrigaaga oo dheeradana private wax ah oo lagu wediinaao caadiyan uu kutusaa lee.
Sophist
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Shame, Shame Shame. Ignorance, they say is the killer of human the concious. This disgorge of an article makes any Islamic hearted sick to the core.
The man seems to have a problem with Hijaab and those who seem to defend him argue that he is not merely trying to attack Islam but indeed he is shunning away "Wahabism". Such a claim is totally not true. When the author of this vile article says, Islam should belong to the hearts not to the body- meaning women should dress un-Islamically, then surely this is a direct contradiction to what Islam teaches us. Women are require dto wear the Hijab, and yes they are require both when they are single and when married. This is the basic teaching of Allah SWC. The guy is obviously is emancipated by western thought. He has no bounds as to what he speaks about.
He brands Mohamed Abdulwahab as some sicko who had no respect for any Madhab. This is trully erronous claim. Mohamed Abdulwahab was himself Xambalil- a flowwer of the Madhab of Imaam Ahmed Ibnu Xambal.
"………asterpieces of Sufism scholars such as Al Ghazali's Ihya Ulum ad-Din (The
Revival of the Religious science), the most referred book of Islam after the Quran
and the Hadith, al-Munqid min ad-Dalal ("the savior from Error"), the Mishkat
al-Anwar ("The Niche of Lights") and Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi's Alam al-Mithali (Ideal
world) are counted by Wahhabism as nothing more than infatuations of
demented men."
Look at this false claim here. Where did he get that Ixyaa'u Culuumu Diin is the second reffered book in Islam? Has Islam become more dominant Aftar Al-Ghazali? Where are the Umahaatu Sita (the Six Mothers)-Bukhari, Muslim, Tirmadi, Abu Da'ud, Al-Nisaa'I and Ibnu Maajah? This guy clearly had read Islam through the eyes of orentalists. The books he speaks about are full of Kalam and indeed inverted platonian ideas. Ibnu Carabi's work had been refuted by the famous Sheikh Islam Ibnu Taymiyah. The whole book is full of Kalam, very few Ahaadiith or the words of the Sahaba.
He then goes on to say "……With tolerance being the norm for all other Madhabs, Wahhabism, is the only
school that compels its followers strictly to observe Islamic rituals, such as the
five prayers, under pain of flogging, and for the enforcement of public morals to
a degree unprecedented in the history of Islam." Okay where does he know from this. The fact that he had never lived in Islamic state (not that we had such a thing in our life time) and had not seen these practices enforced does not certainly mean they don't exist.
Again he goes to vomit more "….ufism, however, which was the Somali way of Islam and which Wahhabism
condemns as a heresy, reaches out to the heart and good sense of all mankind
without distinction. Instead of shunning all other faiths and branding them as
bogus religions, Sufism sees all faiths as equally valid, following directly God's
words "wheresoever ye turn, there is the face of God." Where Wahhabism
sows hatred and rancor even among Moslems, Sufism preaches sulh-e kull
(universal peace) and Mahabbat e-kull (universal love).'
Allah speaks about other religions in forceful tongue. He does not love those who claim Allah have had a child or those who had killed his prophets more than once or even those who worship idols. This business of universal love is nothing short of the dream of certain jewish philosophers who were extremely attracted to the seemingly mellow Sufism is. In the early ages, we had no Sufism, we had puritan Islam. Islam that teaches the correct teachings of Allah.
"…Wahhabisim's best example of humanism is "the harsh religious police that forced
a group of school girls to their deaths by forcing them to go back to an inferno
that had been their school. Their crime? Forgetting the head coverings in their
haste to save themselves." (Time Magazine, 15 Sept. 2003)." If this happened this is of course due to ignorance, nothing to do with enforcing hijab. In Islam we have the principle of Aqafu darareyn, meaning the taking of the smaller problem. Coming out of the house without Hijab is clearly sin, but the preservence of the Muslim life is far important than this. Clearly, the police made a terrible mistake on this. Perhaps this illustrates that Saudi Arabia (Hijaz) is not a Islamic State. They mix culture with Puritan Islam.
Then he uses sentimental bollocksss "If we let them have their way, these prophets of "purity" would soon be on a
mission to destroy what has remained of our culture. The melodious voices of
Zahra Ahmed, Khadra Dahir, Hibo Mohammed, Amina Abdillahi, Sada Ali, Magool,
Maandeeq, Farhiya Ali, Zainab Egeh and many others of our women singers we
will be history. The cassettes of their songs will be burned in the streets. Just
remember Taliban. They want to edit, re-write and censor the treasures of
Somali oral literature. Future generations will not be able to enjoy our beautiful
folk dances, particularly women's heelo yar-yar. Even traditional religious
gatherings of our people such as siyaaradii Aw Barkhadle, Ramadan hymn
chanting sessions in teashops and the dhikr/xadro circles of sufi tariqas, will be
brandished as devil worshiping rituals of the infidels. It has been a strange déjà
vu that while I was working on this article, I came across a news item that Saudi
Arabia's moral police had arrested expatriate workers practicing Sufism in their
private house in the town of Sakaka, capital of the north Al Jouf region. Sufism in
may parts of the Moslem world is a healthy spiritual communion with God, a
combination of enchanting hymns and ritual dances that allows the individual to
let out pent up stresses of life."
Hey budy, I am all for getting ridd of these corrupting songs which are against the teachings of the Propher SCW.
I am giving up Walahi, this guy is clearly demented and needs hidaaya mina Allah. Let us all ask Allah to direct him to the correct path. Amiiin
Sophist
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Okay, is it me or there is contradiction here. I am astonished no body had picked this one up-- especially those who claim to fall from such a tree (I for one indeed not belong to this lot-- this tree I mean)
"LIME TREE (Doubt) accepts what life dishes out in a composed way, hates fighting, stress, and
labor, dislikes laziness and idleness, soft and relenting, makes sacrifices for friends, many
talents but not tenacious enough to make them blossom, often wailing and complaining, very
jealous but loyal. "
Okay, hates labour, meaning work (unless it is supposed to mean labour as in giving birth) at the same time he dislikes laziness and idleness. Okay how can this be possible? One can dislike and be lazy?
I am still waiting the Galool Tree--The embodement of my persona; or so I like to believe.
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Salaams,
Cawo, xaajiyo (a respectful term, don't get me wrong xaajiyo), that is the whole idea of living in bustling metropolis unlike other cities with equal size.
Some people who think they live in London are not from the real london (being pendatic here), that is Zone 1 and two.
Perhaps the chap who said that was afluent chap so normally took black cab rather than our rather inconvinient bus!!!!.
Anyhow, as I said, londonner's have acquired taste about the city
Anyhow, Afur wanaagsan to you all.