     shaadia | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 04:14 pm
well ladies its time to check in at jenny craig and bring
that bikini out of the closet.
time for parties and drinks in the beach.i am exhusted from seeing this red necks every sprink break.me and my college red neck friends take a trip every sprink break since 1997,and i have to say it has been fun.but i hated been the only somali girl there.
i personally like cancuun,nice clubs and lots of drinks.no id required and most of all no cops.
but last year we went to pama beach in florda.lord have mercy they have the biggest club there,i think its called vele.i cant recall well since i was to drunk most of the time.but its was cool.
now i wanna know where all my qooxotis r going to be this spring break so that i can see them.
plz no insults.
your sis
shaadia |
| ninxoon | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 04:31 pm
shadiia
you know what i should have high- jacked that flight 13 which had brought your ugly ass from a refugee camp in Kenya to the U.S. ,then order the pilot to land in Ethiopia instead and registered your hoe ass in a refugee camp in that country.......bitch |
| GANGSTACELL | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 04:34 pm
WELL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY! CUZ U KNOW SOMALI GIRLS DON'T HAVE CULTURE OF DRINKING AND GOING TO CLUBS, AND IN MY POINT OF VEIW U DON'T EVEN SOUND LIKE A SOMALIAN LADY.
IAM NOT ACTUALLY IGNORING THE SPRING BREAK BUT THE WAY U SAID IT IS TOTALLY OUT OF SOMALINESS.
FOR A SPRING BREAK IF U INTERESTED IN IT, U CAN GO ANOTHER STATE TO VISIT YOUR RELATIVES, OR U CAN GO TO AFRICA OR EVEN WORK SOME TEMPORARY OR ENROLE A PART TIME SCHOOL. I MEAN THERE IS ALOT MORE BENEFICIAS WAYS TO DO IT. |
| shaadia | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 04:36 pm
what is whith the insult ninxoon?
ooh my lord another sick qooxoti.....my sister warned me about this since she associated with u ppl.till today i am still trying to figure out how?
turn blue man
shaadia |
| shaadia | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 04:42 pm
sorry dude i didnt see ur mesaage but i am in school all year dear including summer.so spring break is my turn to kinda have a good time.
gangstacell....well i care less what ppl think or whether it's somali like.for ur information never been to somali and i dont think i will anytime soon.
i work during the summer and still be in school so i do things that are good for me but spring break.........party timeeeeeeeee.
shadia |
| ninxoon | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 04:43 pm
shadiia
if there is any qooti around here is your ugly ass fresh of flight 13.....I bet you did not even finish ESL level2........get the •••• out here bitch ass............... |
| shaadia | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 04:52 pm
ninxoon get a dame life dude......if u cant afford spring break dont blame me.i bet u got layed off from ur 6.50 an hour packaging job huh.
or what ur walfare chaque is on hold and u are angery at all women huh.what ever its u need help.
well maybe i can give u a loan but u have to learn how ask for it politely......kabish.
leave me alone,i dont like wasting my time with low life like u.
shaadia |
| ninxoon | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 04:57 pm
shadiia
are you vigin?
are you on your period?
who took your v?
are you dark?
are you ugly?
do you use drugs?
any STD's that you know of? |
| shaadia | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 05:00 pm
yes ninxoon i use drugs,i drink,i party,but never had sex with a man in my life.and no i am not agly,agly girls are not as cool as i am.
now leave me alone,what the hell do u want from me?
shaadia |
| ninxoon | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 05:10 pm
shadiia
are we save to say that you are hoe in progress then!???? |
| shaadia | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 05:16 pm
ninxoon call me whatever u wish,i know who i am besides the topic was what r u doing on spring break?
i understand if u cant read but plz try to do it as homework maybe ur esl teacher can help u.
answer the question or plz show urself to the door.
thank you and stop chatting alot.
yours
shaadia |
| ninxoon | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 05:19 pm
shadia
what is spring break? what kind of break is it?
is it like break dance? |
| shaadia | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 05:25 pm
lol@@@@ninxoon,i didnt know u had a sense of humour.u actually made me laugh.ooh my lord u are funny.
ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahaahahahwhatever.
anyways go ask ur esl teacher,i am sure she will tell u.for me its time that i am off from schools,mid-terms and travell have fun.
everyone has their owen prospectives.
yours shaadia |
| Loser | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 05:32 pm
shaadia i will hunt them one by one as i come in a ghost form. Dont worry about ninxuun, i will catch him by the throat, and show him how horrible death is. by the way, i gave ypour message to senatra, i bet he was bioling i was scared when i saw him the guy is still singing that melody..lol
bob marley is ok at least he was in a hot place but not hotter than senatra,.
me,,loooooooooooooool..
i am in the queue. dont know yet which chamber they gonna put me in..but i bet it sems ............senatra side,,,i might fimd little herroine drops at least to keep me cold..,do pray ,,,,lol |
| shaadia | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 05:38 pm
lol@@@@@@@looser.....dame while u are at it plz get some drugs for spring break since there is no cops there.
so the old man sentre is still singing huh...lord have mercy upon him man.tell about how celin dion potrayed a song with the legend.i hate the hoe.
anyways ooh almost forgot marvin gay.....sexual healing.tell i said hi and kiss him on the chick for me.....lol
thanks man
ooh and plz hurry getting this ninxoon out of here plz.
yours
shaadia |
| Your-sister | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 05:42 pm
Well Shadia I sure noticed something from reading your very, well I will rather not say anything bad, but yeah you have get something ou of this posting. congrats, your spelling is improving.
And because of your plea I will not saying anything offending; even though, you have done so.
Well just think about the judgement day and remember that anything that you say or write will be held against you. |
| GANGSTACELL | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 06:13 pm
well, u guys talking too much here still!
see u when i see u. |
| Anonymous | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 08:44 pm
ninxoon+shadia are one and the same!
the guy is reallly sick! |
| Loser | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 09:36 pm
marvin..he was sad when i met him. The guy isnt singing anymore, the bullet is still visible in his skull and he is da kitchen laborer.
well sort of approached him and asked him to allow me to work in his line ye know, i bet the guy jumbed up and started sexual healing abe ,,wow, we had a party. yea dat is right babe, a party.sexual healing babe ,,
but he sort of said back home he was a dude of hurricane, shadia what he meant by that? looool
besides i couldnt kiss that guy either cause he sort of was disfigured and some big gigantic thin swop was sucking his face flesh off,lol
it is scary so do pray, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, get me outta there i cant stand the heat,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, |
| Mad-Man | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 11:05 pm
4 real the number of flight 14s using this net to work on their english grammar is increasing at a tremendous speed!
It has recently come to my attention ( and to some of u as well) that this site has become center 4 either Ninxoon's trash-talking center or some white wingged whackos storming here expressing un-appreciated remarks to which they can't even convey their messages across in proper english!
The above lady who started this post was either seeking desperate attention much like her counterpart>>> Ninxoon!!.... or she was actually expressing her "'freedom of press'" rights!! if its da former....lady u got it all wrong!
u c.... unless ur lookn for 2minutes of fame u wouldn't have posted this LOAD OF GARBAGE at da 1st place! u know we somaliz dont appreciate thoz filthy activities eg. drinking/naked women and u know it damn well!
wht u tryn to do here is nothing but actually fulfil ur long awaited fantasies via da net!!
Sorry to break da newz to u but u rather stick with da 'red neck' chicks....our luvly queens r too good to be getting high!
AND YEAH.....IT WOULD HAVE ALSO BEEN BENEFICIAL TO URSEF AND TO DA WHOLE COMMUNITY AT LARGE IF ONLY THEY COULD HELP U WITH 'ENGLISH' !!
How ironic is it 4 somebody whoz neva been to somalia and hangs-out with 'red-necks' even during school outtings dat she cant even spell and speak proper english!
From this any judgemental person can reach at either 2 conclusion>>>>
1.This person(Shadia) is either da same as Ninxoon(cuz this fag has been terrorising da whole damn net since new yr!)
2.This girl is suffering from identity crisis and needs to seek help ASAP!
Ninxooon.... if its u doing ur pathetic work of abolishing hoeism.... bro u need to step down from ur office now and let da younger generation continue with ur goood work! (lool)! obviously u grown to be an old-perverted freak with only 1 ambition in life>>>> capture hoez and f*ck dem!
Mad-Man! |
| OscarDog | Friday, March 09, 2001 - 10:57 am
FreakNick2001!!!Is going down @ Galveston, Tx
Bring the Video Camera and Ya BIKINI Lady! |
| loco-hombre | Friday, March 09, 2001 - 11:56 am
Every posting here is idiotic and probably plain false-but here's what I'm doing for spring break:
Five more days before my last exam then I'm heading to cancuun mexico!! The ladies... the water.. the sun.. the beach.. sky diving.. all minis the beer=la vida loca
I speak spanish so aint no troubles for me!!
feliz en Méjico. |
| ZX | Friday, March 09, 2001 - 02:48 pm
TO SHADIA: LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE BITCH, I SAW A SOMALI BITCH LIKE YOURSELF LAST WEEK IN ACAPULCO SHE WAS SO F*UCKING DRUNK THAT A WHITE GUY WAS FINGERING HER UGLY FACE IN A FOAM PARTY AT DISCO BEACH. SO I'M REFUGEE AND PROUD O IT BUT I WENT TO MORE COUNTRIES AND CITIES THEN U EVEN THINK OF GOING TO...... SO BITCH DON'T JUST GO TO CANCUN AND COME BACK HERE THINKING U WENT TO THE ENTIRE WORLD. SO TAKE YOUR REDNECKS AND GO DO YOUR •••• WHATEVER SMALL COUNTY THAT U LIVE AT....... |
| Anonymous | Friday, March 09, 2001 - 05:08 pm
Assalamu Alaikum, The following is a true story from a book translated by Muhammad Alshareef.I hope you will be moved by this story as much as it moved me. do you know if you coming back from your trip?
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She is my sister:
Her cheeks were worn and sunken& her skin hugged her bones. That didn't stopher though, you could never catch her not recting the Qur'an. Always vigil in her personal prayer room dad had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer. That was the way she was from dawn to sunset& back again, boredom was for others.
As for me, I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself all the time to videos until those trips to the rental place became my trademark. As they say, when something becomes habit people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and laziness characterized my salah.
One night, I turned the video off after a marathon three hours of watching. The adhan softly rose in that quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.
Her voice carried from her prayer room."Yes? would you like anything Noorah?" I said.
With a sharp needle she popped my plans. "Don't sleep before you pray fajr!"
Agh..there is still an hour before fajr, that was only the first adhaan.
With those loving pinches of hers, she called me close. She was always like that even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit& shut her in bed. "Hannan can you come sit beside me."
I could never refuse any of her requests, you could touch the purity and sincerity. "Yes,
Noorah?"
"Please sit here" "Ok, I'm sitting, what's on your mind?"
With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting: "Every soul shall taste death and you would merely be repaid your earnings on resurrection Day" She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, "Do you believe in death?"
"Ofcourse I do."
"Do you believe that you should be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?"
"I do, but Allah is forgiving& merciful& I've got a long life waiting for me"
"Stop it Hannan...aren't you afraid of death and it's ubruptness? look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. so did so and so and so. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die."
The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. "I am scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death, how am I supposed to go to sleep now. Noorah, I thought you promised you'd go with us on vocation during the summer break."
Impact. Her voice broke& her heart quivered
"I might be going on a long trip this year Hannan, but somewhere else. Just maybe. All of our lives are in Allah's hands and we all belong to Him." My eyes welled with tears down both cheeks.
I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness, how the doctors had informed my father privately there was not much hope that Noorah was going to outlive the desease. She wasen't told though. Who hinted to her? Or was it that she could sense the truth. "What are you thinking about Hannan?" Her voice was sharp. "Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? uh-uh. Infact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. And you Hannan, how long are you going to live? Twenty years, maybe? forty? Then what?"
Though the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. "There is no difference between us; we're all going to leave this world to live in paradise or organize in hell. Listen to the words of Allah: "Anyone who pushed away the fire shown into Jannah will have triumphed."
I left my sister's room dazed, her words ringing in my ears;"May Allah guide you Hannan- don't forget your prayer."
Eight O'clock in the morning. Pounding on my door. I don't usually wake up at this time.Crying.Confusion. O'Allah, what happened?
Noorah's condition became critical after Fajr, they took her immediately to the hospital...Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. There wasen't going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I should spend the summer at home. After an eternity... It was one O'clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital. "Yes, you can come and see her now." Dad's voice had changed, mother could sense something had gotten deathly wrong. We left immediately.
Where was the avenue I use to travel & thought was so short? Why was it so long now, so very long.
We arrived at the hopital's main entrance.
We skipped stairs to Noorah's floor. She was in the intensive care. The nurse approached us."Let me take you to her."
As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet a girl Noorah was. She reassured mother somewhat that Noorah's condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning. "Sorry. No more than one visitor at a time." This was the intensive care unit. Through the small window in the door and past the flury of white robes, I caught my sisters eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying. "You may enter and say salam to her on condition that you do not speak too lon," they told me.
"Two minutes should be enough."
"How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?" We held hands, she squeezed harmlessly. "Even now, Alhamdulillah, I am fine."
"Allhamdulillah....but your hands are so cold."
I sat on her bedside & rested my finger on her knee. She jerked away."Sorry...did I hurt you?"
"No, it is just that I remembered Allah's word:"One leg will be wrapped to the other leg(in the death shroud)
(Waltafatul saaqu bil saaq)
Hannan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the hearaftervery soon. It is a long journey& I haven't prapared enough good deeds in my suitcase." A tear scaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried & cried & she joined me.
The room blurred away and left us two sisters- to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I've never cried like that before.
At home, upstairs in my room I watched the sun pass away a sorrowfukl day. Silence mingled in our corridors. A cousin came in my room, another. the visitors were many and all voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point....Noorah had died!
I stopped distinguishing who came and went. I couldn't remember what they said. O'Allah, where was I? what was going on? I couldn't even cry anymore. Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time, I had kissed Noorah's forehead. I remember only one thing though, seeing her spread on that bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:
"One leg will be wrapped to the other(in the death shroud)" and I knew too well of the truth of the next verse: " The drive on that day we be to your lord!" I tiptoed into her prayer room that night starring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured who it was that had shared my mother's stomach with me.Noorah was my twin sister. I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with. Who had conforted my rainy days. I remembered who had prayed for my guidance and who had spent so may tears for so many nights telling me about death and accauntability.May Allah save us all.
Tonight is Noorah's first night that she shall spend in her loub. O'Allah have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur'an, her prayer mat, and this was the spring rose, colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married, the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband. I remembered my sister and cried over the day I had lost. I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me and forgive me. I prayed for Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications. At that moment I stopped. I asked myself; what if it was me who had died? where would I be moving into? Fear pressed me and tears began all over again. Allahu Akbar,Allahu Akbar....
The first Adhan rose softly from the masjid, how beautiful it sounded this time. I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the muathan's call, I wrapped shawl around my shoulders and stood there to pray fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah has done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr.
Now& insha'allah for the rest of my life, if I wake in the morning I do not count on being alive by the evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning.
We are all going to Noorah's journey.
What have we prapared for it? |
| DuH | Saturday, March 10, 2001 - 08:04 am
My only problem with her is.SHE HAS GOT TO LEARN HOW TO SPELL 'SPRING' RIGHT! What is sprink? sprinking of water?DuH? |
| anon. | Saturday, March 10, 2001 - 08:54 am
to anon: a beautiful stories..brought me to tears. |
