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There is no reason one qabiil should hate another. Of the three major sick qabiils( you all know who they are), one was oppressing people, the other two repelled, and of the two that repelled one too took savagery to levels unimaginable and still going at it, while the other refrained from violence seeking recognition although that seems to be going down the drain at the moment. Basically your all focked. So forgive and forget.

Two nights ago, I was driving in downtown and of course as you can imagine there were too many red light stops. During one of those stops, I started studying people who were crossing the streets and I imagined how every person I looked at had a story to tell. I wondered their successes and failures in life, fears and joys, contentment, their material status, if they have a job, family, friends, it was like I was in another world, very weird and strange.

Nabeela wrote:Two nights ago, I was driving in downtown and of course as you can imagine there were too many red light stops. During one of those stops, I started studying people who were crossing the streets and I imagined how every person I looked at had a story to tell. I wondered their successes and failures in life, fears and joys, contentment, their material status, if they have a job, family, friends, it was like I was in another world, very weird and strange.

Good one nabiila, but unfortunately your story is not anywhere near as strange as mine.

You are in a league of your own indeed. lol

Nabeela wrote:Two nights ago, I was driving in downtown and of course as you can imagine there were too many red light stops. During one of those stops, I started studying people who were crossing the streets and I imagined how every person I looked at had a story to tell. I wondered their successes and failures in life, fears and joys, contentment, their material status, if they have a job, family, friends, it was like I was in another world, very weird and strange.

You did all of that in less than a minute?? wow..

Nabeela, I don't think i'm in a league of my own, in fact i think there are people here who get up to a lot more strange activities than me dancing in the rain. Its just that they don't come forward and tell their stories. I want to remove these shackles on self expression. It probably has to with sin and shame and all that nonsense you people believe in. Your story was touching in a sweet twilight way though nabeela, you are such a perfect human being.


Cawar gabadha amaan sii waryaa.

Nabeela wrote:Two nights ago, I was driving in downtown and of course as you can imagine there were too many red light stops. During one of those stops, I started studying people who were crossing the streets and I imagined how every person I looked at had a story to tell. I wondered their successes and failures in life, fears and joys, contentment, their material status, if they have a job, family, friends, it was like I was in another world, very weird and strange.

you weirdo