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     | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 07:28 am Dear Somalis, I have this genuine problem, and I am not quite sure as to how I should express it, anyhow, how is the major problem it is what you say and whether it is clear. To cut the long story short, this is how it goes. I was on the train from south Kensington going to Holborn. I was congruously seated, when a tall "6f" girl with long brown hair came into the same carriage. She was well dressed, unlike majority of Somali girls in London. At the time I was reading a book called a twin cities by of course the distinguished Victorian writer Charles Dickens. Her outfit was immaculately cut " seemed she went Seville Row" , her shirt matched with her Beautiful Burberry 100% cashmere scarf, Her ayes were beautifully constructed, she seemed to be educated person. I said to myself "come on initiate a conversation" my friend " when I say a friend I mean the little voice inside me" asked me would you start talking to her in Somali or English! I said before you talk to her, just make an aye contact, but to my hapless tribulation I couldn't do so, cause she was reading the FT Paper; so I decide to get off at the same stop as her. To my awe she got off the same train station that I wanted to get off. It was Holborn. She walked beautifully, her long legs made me nearly bewail, I decide to concentrate the moment; I did so. She went out of the train station, and it was my only chance to speak to her; and I went up and said; do excuse me dear; she glanced where the voice was coming from, ; she said how may I help you: I Said , yeah, I am looking for Grays Inn Law firm, would you happen to know where would that be?, she smiled and said jokingly, OOw are you are a criminal or shall I assume you are a young Barrister to be?, I replied with a bit of stupefaction; I am neither, I hoping to meet a dear friend of mine there, in fact he is a trainee Barrister. She commenced walking, and said if I do know better; I would say you are also a trainee barrister!. I said, how do you mean?, she chuckled and said, your suit tells me you are either in the Legal or Finance sector, and she continued by saying I suspect that you are not in finance since you do not have a FT with you unless it is in your briefcase!. ! I said , you are in Finance then since you have the FT!, she laughed! I said, do you mind me asking a question!? "Her reply reminded me one I gave to a great friend a quite some time ago" she said You have already asked a question when you requested whether it was okay to ask a question! I smiled and said , I would take that as yes then: she said, yeah go ahead shoot! " Her confidence struck me great deal, and her calmness was extremely welcoming" I said, Are you Somali by origin?!!! She smiled and said ; why ask that question before not asking my first name?, at that point I felt rather sheepish, I have never been outsmarted by a female. My ego crashed before me!, I went GA GA GA! Like Peter Mandelson meeting his blue blooded friends. I was in a state I felt I was being abashed! But, I contained myself, and said, ow, my friend here; and she said what friend; I pointed to my right side of my head! And she grinned and said ow so you also called your friend?. " The key word here was also", I said, who else calls it, she said it my surprise you but you reminded myself; in a joking manner I said, so I suppose that is a good thing!. ! She smiled and called me that I was a comic. She continued by saying ; ow this is the firm you were looking for. ! And I am going in here. I said, so you are in finance, her response was, yes dear I am a trainee consultant to this BANK " I am sure you guys want me to disclose wheat and where the bank is!, the only thing I can say is that it is not a High street Bank". I said to her, so, are we going to depart from ourselves before getting to know one another: she laughed and said, I am afraid so, I am quite in a hurry now, I have presentation to make, meet me that coffee shop at 12:45pm. I said bye, and she replied Jaaw dear!. I went to do my stuff at the Law firm, it was my first day at work so, things were as you can imagine. Anyhow, I had an opportunity to speak with my friend Jeremy " Jeremy and I were friends since 1989, we went same Prep school then went to same Public school, then University where he read Philosophy and I read Law with International Relations, consequently I consider him a great friend! This law firm belongs to his Family". I told him what took place, and he said, at last we have found you a compatible Somali girl. I told him that I need to have to take a break before 1:pm and he sorted that problem out. The time never goes, it is slowly as the Siteey manoogto" The Milk Vehicle in Somalia"  . I keep starring my watch and the clock on the wall. At last the time was 12:30pm. I said; here I come darling. I went to the facility room and did what I had to do, grooming myself a bit!. I left the firm on 12:38 minutes. I headed to the coffee place, where she was already there; hi there I said, she stand up and welcomed me in a very warm manner, in a manner I failed to describe in words. I said I prospect that you weren't waiting long, she smiled and said, it was worth it a every second of it. I offered my enjoyment and uttered my appreciation. She asked what I wanted to eat, I said, I am sorry, I do not eat outside, it is a policy that I have made a quite a long time ago, but I have to say there is some places that I do intend to eat though, she said! Where would that be? I said the Ivy, Grosvennor house, and of course Savoy and some other restaurants! She laughed and said; you having me on? , I said no, Fine she said, let us go the American bar in Savoy! I was confoundedly astonished when she uttered the name " this place is one my favourite spots in the capital", she said, I have 1 hour and 17 minutes and it is only 6 minutes away from Savoy, shall we go!. Let me make a telephone call I said, I have called my friend at the Law firm, Jeremy and I have told him that I would be back at 2;15pm, he agreed and wished me luck as usual. We walked to the the hotel; when I walked into the bar there he was Peter Dorelli the head Barman who is a friendly chap, and knows me pretty well. He attended to our service and greeted with a very amiable manner addressing me with my first name. And he said ooh and who is this beautiful lady, I said this is " realised she didn't told me her name" she is my name is " I am going to use a counterfeit name" Nabila, and he said what a match nabila and nabil!!!, he asked what he could get us, and he continued by saying your usual mr nabil huh?, I said no, I shall I have what the lady is having!! She smiled and said Sir, can I have his usual; I am sure he has a great taste! Peter went, I wonder what your usual is: I said you would soon find out. Peter came back with: Crunchy Caesar salad with hickory smoked salmon, Roasted organic tomato and asparagus with rocket salad and balsamic dressing, we had the lunch and she expressed as to how she did enjoyed it. When it came to the bill, we struggled as to who is going to bye, I swore that I should bay since it was my idea to come this place, peter heard us and he swore that it was on the house, and said I don't require anything from you guys, it was my pleasure to make this gesture!. We are flattered I said, we both are, thanks peter;. We left the place this time, we felt quite easy around each other, since we knew our names!. She said I should take you out, I owe you big, and asked me what I was doing tomorrow afternoon. I told her, I am going to be preoccupied, I am playing tennis with a friends, she said oow my God, you got to be joking, you also play tennis, I said yeah! Are you ?. She said yes, it is my second favourite, what is your first then? She said horse riding!!!! I was like wooow! This is beyond my own endowment, can I handgrip a lady who have a costly taste.? I said I better go back to my work Otherwise I would be in for molestation! She said, Okay and we exchanged the details. I went back to work, I have told what happened to my friend, he was quite delirious for me!. And I asked me how I feel; my response was MY DELIGHT IS INFINITE!. I came back to my apartment, and I spoke to my housemate, and we talked. I was in for shock. Apparently he is in love with this girl. When I described to him, he said, oow Gosh you are describing a girl I am totally in love with; I asked whether he had a picture, he went to his album and showed me my nabila, I told him nuuh! This is appallingly looking in comparison to her. Now, my dear lady calls me every time, she even told me when I mentioned to here where I live, she said oow there is this guy who is infatuated with me. I asked what his name is, but she decline to let me know cause she reckons it is a private matter. Now, I feel terribly bad, nabila and I are not intimate, she experesed that she likes me great deal, but I can not disclose this feeling to my friends, if I do He will go deranged. I keep telling myself that come on Nabil there is a plenty fish in the see, but my friend " the littele voice that is" is telling me that there is not plenty GULF MENHADEN "BREVOORTIA PATRONUS" type in the sea. I am bewildered and perplexed, please help. PS:All the names are created in order to hide the idebtity of the subjects including me.
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 07:30 am This is a serious matter, It needs a great deal of knowledge. I am sorry I can not say alot of meaning full things. Guys and laddied help this poor and genuine guy. Amiira
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 08:11 am Slaam I fell both envy and sorrow, why can't I be that girl. You seem to be educated and succesful man, i would love to meet you. I really envy her. in the other hand, I feel sorry for you becuase you are torn between a valuable friend and a lovely girl. My advice would be did the girl and don't spoil your great friendship. May be i am saying this becuase i ENVY her. By the way, may Allah guide you. Samira
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 09:28 am I think you need a serious help.
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 10:10 am come on people, help the guy. somaui
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 10:25 am You are second Nurradin Farah Mr nabiil. I have enjoyed your story, i think you need to reconsider your job pursuit, you would make a good writer. Su'ad Boston
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 10:33 am At least acknowledge the owner of the copy right you are claiming to be yours. Whose novel is it bytheway/
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 10:59 am Anon, you are a sick covetousness person, whoever you are. I just expressed how I feel, you came over here, and puked like a smal boy in Beidhabo, Godness gracious me, come off it will you!. I still need that advice. Nabil
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 11:36 am Nabil i have enjoyed reading your story and actually something similar did happen to me i won't go to details but here is my advice... tell your friend about her...make sure that u are the one who tells him because finding out from a mutual friend is pretty hard and also tell him before things get seriou so he does not feel that he was in the dark.Its hard to find people now days that u have similar interest to u...look at it this way your friend thinks that he is in love with her because of maybe her looks but beauty is skin deep and u are the one who had the pleasure in getting to know her....infatuation is different than love so keep that in mind and good luck hope that i have helped let us know wat happens....  ))))))) MissLaLa
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 07:39 pm That was not very nice of you to say "puked like a little boy in Beidhabo"
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| | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 08:39 pm THIS IS NOT SOUR GRAPES BUT NABIIL I GET THE FEELING THIS PIECE OF WRITING WAS IN THE "GUARDIAN" TRUE YOU HAVE CHANGED IT A LITTLE HERE AND A BIT THERE BUT THE CONTENT IS PRETTY MUCH THE SAME I'D SAY, IF AM WRONG THAN WHAT CAN I SAY: SHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiT YOU CAN WRITE A TALE OR TWO MATE. ALL THE BEST.
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| | Wednesday, January 31, 2001 - 04:56 am Mercuito, This is what puzzels me about this great nation "Somalis", Why are we all the time doubting one another?. Why are we mean to one another? I assure Sir, This is not a tale it is factual account of what is happening with my love life, it seems as though it was exteremely wrong for me to share with you all, but hey, this teaches me a lesson. Miss LALLA, Very Good, I would love to hear how you got out of it. Please do let me know. Thanks. Nabil NB: I didn't know the guardian have love stories, my be I do read the Wrong Gardian.
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| | Wednesday, January 31, 2001 - 05:05 am A friend told me ones: Friendship is the only thing in this world, the usefulness of which all mankind are in agreement. usefulness of which all mankind are in agreement. - Marcus Tullius Cicero (B.C. 106-43) A Friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature: Ralph Waldo Emerson So, You see how valuable Friendship is. Nabil
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| | Wednesday, January 31, 2001 - 12:18 pm Nabil.....my dear bro....dont regret that u posted ur story up here........true, some somaliis can be mean and cruel and even call u a lier but not all of us r like that............ I honestly liked ur story.........i dont really care if it is real or not......but i was so into it that i got cought surfing the net without permission of the instructor.......my teacher was cool though and didnt get me in trouble....alxamdulilaah...... Anyway......if u know that friendship is so valuable bro....then why compromise it with a girl u met and did not have a real relationship with.............yes u do like her sooooo much....but ur bestfriend is in looooove with her..........so just try to 4get about her......she's gonna be ur dumaashi......and ceeb......dont WANT ur dumaashi..........  I'm sure a smart brotha like u is gonna meet a girl who is as smart as u r!!!!! Just Keep Da Faith!!! Good luck bro..... adios
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| | Wednesday, January 31, 2001 - 09:37 pm NABIL DON'T TAKE MY WORDS OUT OF CONTEXT, IF YOU FELT MY WORDS WERE MEANT TO HURT YOU THAN I CAN ONLY APOLOGISE. I WAS TRYING TO BE MORE CYNICAL THAN CRUEL.LOL. I KNOW WE ENJOY PUTTING EACH OTHER DOWN AND LAUGH AT EACH OTHERS MISFORTUNES BUT DEEP DOWN I LIKE TO THINK WE ALWAYS THERE FOR EACHOTHER. AS FAR AS YOUR LOVE LIFE IS CONCERNED SHOULD'NT IT PRIVATE.
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| | Thursday, February 01, 2001 - 03:47 am Salamu ALaikum, Let me join this magnificently put tale. Let me tell you as to how I found out about this story. Yesterday, I was coming from my own home at ..... to the city of London, and one of my acquaintance, who had caught a sight of me from the back, calling me playfully in the distance, said: Hey Drwho may you afford me a time to listen as to what I have to say: I said a friend like you must have all the time he needs from me; He said; I want to ask you an story in a praise of love, which were delivered by a gent named Nabil, it is inSomalinet.com!. He said his narrative was very indistinct, but I knew you would give me an account of it. So, this I how I found out about this tale. I have to say I was aroused and disgusted with what nabil has written. But it was to my relief, after dissecting the piece; I found out it was a sheer English exercise. I am sure a great preponderance of you would wonder as to how I came to this conclusion; but I have to say it took be great deal of time to identify certain things which made me think. Anyhow, I shouldn't get into a detail. But I would love to say that for we have a custom, and according to our beloved religion we should not cross the confines or may be confine is not the right word, let me use boundaries instead. But there is a great problem. That is the social structure of western countries. The notoriously genial surroundings that dictate us and the practice of virtue of Islam ought to cross each other in many junctures, but it takes a lot of spiritual endowment to be successful in western society and very same time not to be dispersed with their satanic ideology. Most Somalis that I have came across in London, are either spiritually orientated " which is extremely exemplary thing" unfortunately they lack successfulness. And the other group that is opposite to this worthy group is those whom are auspicious in here but are extremely destitute in Islam. It is really melancholy state to be witnessed. I personally thing that you can be in Wasad (middle) " be successful in here and here after". But it is not an easy ride; it needs a lot of patience and fear of Allah. Nabil, I think you have a great skill of writing, you remind me a good friend of mine. But what you are honestly lucking is the beauty of Islam. May Allah Guide us all to the right path. Wasalamu Alaikum DrWho London, England.
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| | Thursday, February 01, 2001 - 04:51 am Thanks Doc. Jazakalahu Kheyraa.
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| | Friday, February 02, 2001 - 02:43 am What I was going to say was said by the Doc.
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| | Friday, February 02, 2001 - 11:29 am LOl@Dr You really Very Holly.........I did not know that....how sweet Dr keep up the good work! Nabiil. Your Story is fairytale........hey I live in .....br think as Islmamic way.....cuz it is beautifull!
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| | Saturday, February 03, 2001 - 03:56 am Salamu alikum Concerns Sir, For the record I have never claimed to be a Holly man; at the least the holly man that Edie Murphy portrays one of his Membranes; but anyhow, i wonder what made you think otherwise? DrWho
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| | Tuesday, February 06, 2001 - 12:30 am My congratulations to you. My dear friend nabil, my sincere advice to you is that of what is created out of ones imaginations can be made to end in any way the author of such work in questioned desires the most. however, bear in mind constantly, the transition should be one of oblivious to us. SACIID (the non-gentleman advice version) P.S Hey my nigger, whazzz up? forget your fellow dude and take the bitch. (if she is worth it) peace mannn peace ny nigger.
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| | Tuesday, February 06, 2001 - 02:27 am YOU KNOW I AGREE WITH SUAD...YOU MAKE A HELL OF A WRITER..VERY IMAGINATIVE BROTHA I MUST SAY... ...ONE THING YOU SOMALIAN BOYS..YOU ARE ALWAYS AFFRAID OF NOCK BCK....HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSE TO GET ANYWHERE IF ARE NOT TAKING A CHANCE...IT'S WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT... OnE Luv P.S. WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT SOMALIAN GIRLS NOT HAVING A DRESS SENSE IN LONDON....WHERE ARE YOU SOUTHALL?? YOU OBVIOUSLY HAVEN'T BEEN ANYWHERE ELSE..
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| | Tuesday, February 06, 2001 - 07:33 am hahahahah dick head suck dick bitch such idiot
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| | Wednesday, February 07, 2001 - 04:04 am i think that you are some sick freak who has nothing better to do than copy and paste pages from scripts, etc. come on these discussions under various names and still get caught out. we don't hate or dislike you. if you really came here for advice than i would have thought time for the final discision would have run out or running out. you are not here for anything other than attention. not that there's anything wrong with getting attention but if you be yourself peopl will accepts you. you are a tyical no good for nothing fraud. go get a life 
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| | Sunday, February 11, 2001 - 02:38 am lucinda, I have never been to Southall that i can assuredly tell you. I live in South Kensington. Anon: I hate to disappoint you but what you have said is mere insipidity, and pure insensate. That is all I have to say to you. Nabil
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| | Sunday, February 11, 2001 - 03:07 am I LOVE YOU NABAAAAAIIIL I SHALL DIE FOR YOUR SAKE. PLEASE EMAIL ME AT IDIL@HOTMAIL.COM
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