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TALES from SOMALIA " horror sotries"

SomaliNet Forum (Archive): General Discusions: Archive (Before Sept. 29, 2000): TALES from SOMALIA " horror sotries"
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GUUL

Tuesday, September 26, 2000 - 03:20 pm
thos of us who have been to somalia in the war times, have seen what nobody in the world seen it. we have seen people getting killed easy, like they don't woth nothing at all.
well, any way i just tough mybe it's good time just to remember one of those stories. write it down here, so we can share it.
i also hope it'll be a good lesson, and incourgment for some of us.

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Ya gotta be kidding right?

Tuesday, September 26, 2000 - 03:29 pm
Sorry Guul

I haven't taped my Ex-files episodes.I didn't memorize the bloody stuf from the previous tapes,so do you accept,fairly light storries?Say....How tom (the cat) banged the head of jerry (the mouse) on the head with a hammer? lol

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jaamac

Tuesday, September 26, 2000 - 03:36 pm
i don't know if you would call this horror,
but anyway let me tell you this story

A drunk stupid kid one day went to mosque and started shooting everybody. about 12 people die,
i was in the mosque at the time prying, i was left for dead, i took two shots one in the back of my right sholder and other right in my right arm. i still don't believe how i survive that day. now i don't have my right arm. but iam thankfull for god saving me in such a painfull act.

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Mahmood

Tuesday, September 26, 2000 - 07:17 pm
There was once a street vendor. He used to sale Qat to general people. To protect his meagre work, and to avoid being stolen at gun point, he used to have a grenade in his belt . If any militiamen wanted to steal qat from him, he had to take the risk of being blown away. His idea worked perfectly until the day he took the bus. While he was sitting, the driver asked him to go in the back, because an elder had to sit in the front. When the boy stood up, the grenade exploded and killed all the bus occupants. People could see hands, arms, hair, fingers, feet, tires, pipes on the street. Everything had been blown away.

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