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Xalwo & Caano-A Somali Soap Opera

SomaliNet Forum (Archive): General Discusions: Archive (Before Mar. 13, 2001): Xalwo & Caano-A Somali Soap Opera
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Soap Man

Friday, March 09, 2001 - 01:38 pm
*the names and identities of the characters have been changed for their own protection.
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"Xabiibi macaanta do you love me?!"the clawing hands, the panting breaths, the muffled giggles...
"Jamac..shhhh...my father's in the next room"
"Who cares...you know it's all good"the shrill ring of a cell-phone..both jump in the dark...he fumbles in his pants with the phone...dropping it twice.
"Taleefoonka qabta!"the cry from the kitchen is load..."O.K. I gotta go, I'll see you tonight right?"..."mmm..hmmmm"..."The window opens, a figure jumps out onto the dewy grass below..the sun barely up.
The girl sighs with adoration..that was her man...they had these little moments each morning before work and school...her face wrinkles with a frown..thoughts of chastity and being a good muslimah pass through her head...oh well, I'm in america now...she then wonders who would call Jama so early in the morning... Jumping up with a giddy laugh she runs to the bath room.
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In another part of town..an upscale neighbourhood..you see a lone figure... tending to the garden, his back to us..Abdi is a 40 yr old man who holds two jobs to support a family of six..he shivers in the chilly morning air..thinking about his son abdi, who just got a scholarship to a very good university, he stumbles upon something...there under the bushes was a knife, a bloody dagger that lay partially wrapped in a white cloth...sucking in a quick breath, he shakes his head...gaaladaan..the best thing was to ignore it. There's a sound behind him...he turns..there standing before him was the owner of the house..clothed in a black robe and also shivering from the cold he too was staring at the knife. "Ah Abdi can I talk to you maybe inside the house...rightnow"it was more of a demand than a question. "haye..uh..yes yes."
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quickly dodging a car, a young somali man carrying a briefcase made his way accross the street..he was an IT professional and worked in management..he had thoughts of promotions..he certainly deserves it he thinks. entering the office building, he is thinking of how he will ask this of his boss
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lying upon her bed, a woman in her 30's is ripping up pictures-dozens of pictures...we now have met nimco...yesterday she came upon the fact that her husband had another wife...the "cousin" who came to visit from Morocco each year..she always thought there was something about her...a door creaks open and nimco desperately looks over...it was her daughter...then a clear plan takes place and we no longer see desperation but determination upon her face...

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lol

Friday, March 09, 2001 - 05:34 pm
oooh i love a good soap operah buut i don't understand are these actually true? cuz i have this outraggeus story about my cousin,oh my gawd.I'll save it for later though.

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