Baaq Uu Soo Saaray Af-hayeenka Beelaha Kuul Carre

[Siciid85]

TRuth to be Told Lelkase is much bigger then Ciidagale, im surprised you guys are even discussing things like this!

The Biggest Ciidagale village is Salaxley wich has less then 600 people, in the last vote registration ciidagale counted 20.000 in somaliland and the rest of the 20k were in Ethiopia!

Xaamud.. dont even bother to discuss anything with Geeljire wase Boodhe aka Caanod Boodhe lagu daray Qamandi, he thinks the whole of Garxajis is more the 200.000+their Kuul Carre

Just because Xamud is half habar jeclo. You had to distort the facts. As far as I understand leelkase is bussiness orienated clan. Not big in numbers. In my estimate, they are smaller than ciidagale. However, ciidagale is deteroiting clan, they already had their time in the spot light. The ciidagle are legendry clan whom led and guided the isaaq through the times. They have given us so much and now you are discrediting them. How rude! Waa salaadiinta respect sii baa ku idhi edeb ma lihide

[Xamud.]

TRuth to be Told Lelkase is much bigger then Ciidagale, im surprised you guys are even discussing things like this!

The Biggest Ciidagale village is Salaxley wich has less then 600 people, in the last vote registration ciidagale counted 20.000 in somaliland and the rest of the 20k were in Ethiopia!

Xaamud.. dont even bother to discuss anything with Geeljire wase Boodhe aka Caanod Boodhe lagu daray Qamandi, he thinks the whole of Garxajis is more the 200.000+their Kuul Carre

Just because Xamud is half habar jeclo. You had to distort the facts. As far as I understand leelkase is bussiness orienated clan. Not big in numbers. In my estimate, they are smaller than ciidagale. However, ciidagale is deteroiting clan, they already had their time in the spot light. The ciidagle are legendry clan whom led and guided the isaaq through the times. They have given us so much and now you are discrediting them. How rude! Waa salaadiinta respect sii baa ku idhi edeb ma lihide

Yes we are very business orientated but what impact does that have on our numbers? where do you get your facts from?

Boodh iyo torre xoolaha ayaa ku dhaama!
Alla HJ maxay ciil ku badday,

You have no shame, even after I exposed you, your still posing as a Haber Jeclo

Majeerteen are recent to Hawd as recent as 1940-50/60. Galaadi and Bokh were former Merexaan degeens that were vacated when the MX moved to Gedo and Somalia.

This guy knows a lot about history.

Majerteens are recent too hawd? that`s the biggest bullshidh I have ever heard, the entire area of Bookh and Geladi has always been Majerteen, my maternal greatgrandfather was born in Geladi over 100 years ago, this guy knows nothing about history.


Digdahab
Homie let`s call it a quit I mean got dammit can`t two laangaabs have a healthy discussion for once ? Leelkase is a medium sized qabiil

[yunis09]

in my entire life i've came across two LLK, well one in real life(my friend who is real cool dude) and the other is xamud here on snet....and the funny thing is that they are both half HJ mohamed abokar to be exact .

[Ducaysane_87]

clan distribution in puntland , as you can see LLs is the minority groups of puntland alongside , Dishishe and Awrtable.







"He stated that the Leelkase are politically insignificant"



"He explained that although they are an insignificant minority subclan of the Darod"




historian and Somalia specialist at Savannah State College in Savannah, Georgia, stated that the Leelkase are a small subclan of the Darod and live in the northeast region of Bari, although some Leelkase can also be found in northern Ethiopia, on the border with Somalia (11 Mar. 1997). He explained that the Leelkase are more religiously inclined than the Darod (ibid.). He stated that, in general, the Darod were one of the dominant clan authorities in the Siad Barre regime (ibid.). He stated that the Leelkase are politically insignificant in present-day Somalia, but, because of their affiliation to the Darod, they suffer from "collective victimization" and "collective guilt" (ibid.).

A Somalia specialist at the U.S. Institute for Peace in Washington, DC, corroborated the above information, and provided additional but contradictory information. He explained that the major Leelkase homeland is Region Five in Ethiopia, but that there are also pockets of Leelkase living in Bari and Mudug (11 Mar. 1997). He further stated that the Leelkase played a significant role in the Siad Barre regime. He explained that although they are an insignificant minority subclan of the Darod, Siad Barre recruited them into the army, where they were "very loyal" to him and they fought "viciously" in the war for Mogadishu in 1990 and early 1991 (ibid.). This source further stated that because they were soldiers during the Siad Barre regime, their current situation is "tough" (ibid.). He added that they are not welcome in Mogadishu because the Hawiye, who are now fighting for control of the city, "strongly dislike them" (ibid.).




http://www.unhcr.org/refworld/topic,463 ... 360,0.html



Somalia: Update to SOM23328.E of 18 March 1994 on the Leelkase subclan of Darod clan, including their traditional homelands




even the UNHCR describes the leelkase as insignificant minority subclan of the Darod.

[Ducaysane_87]

"the Leelkase are composed of a small clan of mullahs"


read the book by Proffesor - Saeed Samatar himself a leelkase of how leelkase became a laangaab in the making.


A Leelkase Captain Ahab






As product of the literary imagination, Captain Agab is the major protagonist in Melville’s novel Moby ceeb, the classic work often cited as ushering in the coming of age of American literature. At once diabolical and ambition-crazed, he is the poetic archetypal figure representing Western Europe’s lust for power, glory and gain—in short for conquest. He is descended, fictionally and spiritually from the incomparable Dr. Faust as well, the literary creation of the German playwright, Goethe. In a memorable scene in Goethe’s play, Dr. Faust makes a historic bargain with Lucifer, dean of the satanic host, in which he offers his soul to the devil in return for the devil’s grant to him of mastery over the world. Hence, the famous scriptural cautionary tale, "for what will it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world but lose his soul," does not resonate with Dr. Faust. He would gladly relinquish his soul to hell for the conquest of the globe.

Dr. Faust and Captain Ahab are one and the same in spirit and imagery portraying the satanic side of the West that catapulted Europeans not only into a 500-year global hegemony enslaving, colonizing and ruthlessly exploiting the nations of Africa and Asia but also installing their absolute open season on the world, pillaging, raping and ravishing everywhere they went, leaving it desolate and devastated.

Unlike the physically wholesome Dr. Faust, Ahab is a cripple with a wooden leg, withered arm and a host of other assaults on his body sustained in the course of lifetime of pursuing the elusive white whale through the high seas. His body may be battered but his spirit is indomitable. It was therefore a matter of unforgettable astonishment to encounter a latter-day Captain Ahab in Seattle, Washington, April 5, 1994. His real name is Abdusamad ‘Ilmi Hashi, ethnically a Leelkase and therefore my own kinsman. Let me say at the outset that the likening of Adusamad to Captain Ahab in the ensuing remarks in only metaphorical and that there is no intention to call my kinsman a devil. If anything he struck me, when in his best mood, as a gentleman’s gentleman; still, he did radiate a lot of Ahab-like characteristics which call for comment. In the crazy crisscrossing quilt of ethnicities, in Mohamuud S, Togane’s words, "this devil’s concoction of clans," that make up Somali society, the Leelkase are composed of a small clan of mullahs (my kinsmen are likely to disown me for saying this) constituting a sub-lineage of the Daarood clan-family. There are tantalizing bits and pieces of evidence that suggest the Leelkase to have been almost completely wiped out in a massacre that occurred in some ancient, prehistoric time. For example, there are hills of human skeletons in eastern Somalia that are called "Lafa-Tanade," or the "Bones of the Tanade," – Tanade being another name for the Leelkase. Who massacred them and why will probably never be known. In order to survive, the solitary remnants of the Leelkase then turned to religion, permanently leaving the struggle for material power and influence to larger clans. To paraphrase Professor I. M. Lewis, where Somalis fail to acquire o "Qur’anic centers throughout Somalia teaching the diin, or religion, solemnizing marriages and receiving, in return, gifts (siyaaro) of livestock and tokens of honor from the host clans. It appears that in their role as wadaads (men of religion) and fiqihs (scholars of sacred law) the Leelkase prospered and multiplied in numbers; for by the middle of the century they took to trusting more to the sword than to the diin. They got into various and sundry feuds to the east with ‘Umar Mohamuud Majeerteen and to the west with the Habar Gidir Hawiye. It was in a particularly lethal feud with the ‘Umar Mohamuud in 1964-5 that Abdusamad, my Captain Ahab, enters into history as a legendary warrior, leading a Leelkase militia to fight off the powerful ‘Umar Mohamuud to a standstill (this is the Leelkase version; the ‘Umar Mohamuud claim they stopped short of finishing off the Leelkase for fear of divine retribution). Whatever the true version of events, the Leelkase came out of this feud with renewed confidence in their capacity to defend themselves by the sword. Abdusamad apparently played a major part in the Leelkase holding their own. And so it was he who, shortly after this feud, triumphantly boasted in a poetic couplet:

Allow iyo aayadii ka baxnoo

Afdiinlann ku aarsanaynaa

We, the Leelkase have ceased and desisted from out vain pleas to Allah for protection,

Instead we now employ the gun to avenge our dead!

Those who served with him describe him as a warrior’s warrior whose tactical maneuvers in the field can only be matched by his death-defying bravery: he was left for dead at least once, his entire body is polka-dotted with bullet marks, his right leg blown off by a bazooka blast and his arm withered like a stunted branch. One should imagine that a man with so many assaults on his body would permanently quit warring. Not Abdusamad. When clannish violence broke out in earnest in the collapse of the state in early 1991, he was at the head of a Leelkase militia dueling it out with Habar Gidir militia. The Leelkase claim (a claim which is more of a boast than substance) that they have single-handedly driven the Habar Gidir from their grazing grounds in Mudugh province into Benaadir province where the latter under General Aydiid have wreaked havoc, variously, on the Abgaal, Hawaadle, Mururdade and Rahanwayn.

Again Abdusamad was hit; this time in the head with one eye shot off and the forehead re-arranged form the effect of flying shrapnel. How he ended up in Seattle remains a mystery, but there he remains a mystery, but there he was all right that morning when I arrived at the shiny lecture hall of Seattle Pacific University to deliver a talk to rosy-cheeked American students. The gist of my lecture was to try to put a semblance of logic on the Somali muddle to a mildly bemused roomful of Americans, wondering why their boy got killed in a distant and savage place called Somalia. The audience’s questions during discussion bore a striking resemblance to Chancellor Bismarck’s near the end of the nineteenth century: when asked to provide fresh troops for the conquest of New Guinea, the Iron Chancellor replied with characteristic bluntness, "New Guinea head hunters are not worthy of the healthy bones of one Prussian grenadier!" Was Somalia worth the healthy bones of one American Ranger?

After the lecture Abdusamad was introduced by three other Leelkases as the "General." This withered shade? I reflected. We drove to a five-star hotel in downtown Seattle. The car parked, we got out and when he attempted to walk, he wheezed and rattled and shuffled, dragging the wooden leg after the other. I began to see that half his body was made up of wooden supports, the original organs having been blasted off by steel. Our waitress was a luscious blonde with radiant skin and sumptuous eyes whose comings and goings coupled with imagination served to whet the appetite. The lunch (which one of the Leelkases paid for) was not, as it turned out, the point of our gathering; it was in fact a ruse designed to rough me up by Captain Ahab aka Abdusamad. As soon as we were seated, he rounded on me with the one working eye sparkling. Said he,

"Are you a man with xiniinyoo (balls?)." More disoriented than annoyed by the forwardness of his manners, I said, "Pardon me?!" He learned the tone of irritation in those two words, for he stammered and said with less force:

"We Leelkases have proven our fighting capabilities in the recent explosion of clan warfare that followed Siad Barre’s fall. We do not initiate fights, but when fights are forced upon us, we punish mightily; every clan that picked up a quarrel with us came to regret it. We vanquished."

He rattled off a series of clan names, and tapped vigorously on the wooden leg with the edge of his palm, and by God, it was hollowed out and had the resonating acoustics of a durbaan, or drum! Did he do this for effect to freak me out?"

I said, "Enough. I do not want to hear the gory details of one bloody tribal skirmish after another."

He said, "Do you know the new names of the Leelkase, as a result of our prowess in the recent feuds?"

I said I did not.

He said, "One name is gaas-dhagoole," which may be translated as the "deaf legion."

I said, "why gaas-dhagoole?"



He said, "Because once the Leelkase take up the field, they become deaf as to the rumble of shells. When in action we become deaf and mute to death. We defy death, knowing this mortal body can go but once." This reminded me of Julius Caesar’s legendary cogitation on life and death: "Cowards die many times but the valiant never taste of death but once." By all the stars, when Caesar made those words famous he had just vanquished the Iberian peninsula and Gaul, the name then for the territories now making up France, Switzerland, half of Germany and all the lands adjacent to the English Channel, thus making possible the conquest of Britain by the lame emperor Claudius. In other words, Caesar would die in the forging of empires, reducing cities and compelling nations to bow before him; whereas my kinsman would glorify death in a senseless, soap-opera-like, endless and purposeless cycle of tribal violence.

"Really?" I said, incredulously.

"When we take to the field," the shade continued, "we would not abandon it, come what may. We’d die to the last man."

"In that case," I said, "count me out."

"Are you a coward?"

"Pardon me!"

One of the others interrupted with some gratuitous remark designed to provide comic relief. Captain Ahab started off again, "Do you know what the other name is?"

I said, "Indulge me."

He said, "Darbe-Daarood," which translates, "the Daarood Wall." "Because," he said, squinting the one serviceable eye, "when the Daarood were in desperate trouble on all sides in the recent wars, it was we who stood between them and other clans." "Ask the Warsangali [another Daarood sub-clan]," he continued, "to confirm the truth of what I am saying. It was they who dubbed us, ‘the Daarood Wall,’ in grateful recognition of our defending role."

The luscious white chick returned to clear the table; kids (white and black) toyed on the electronic Star Wars box. The Jacuzzi fountains made plangent caressing sounds. The people, the streets, the cars, the lights – the city hummed outside. And here we were four Leelkases engaged in a cosmological clan discourse. This was surreal, I thought.

Captain Ahab continued to harass me. Said he, "We are as good in peace as in war. Because we are men of religion, we deal honestly with others. We do not double-talk. Our word is as good as faith itself." Ahab paused, wheezing; then began again, "We’d prefer to have our necks cut off than break our word. That is why," the serviceable eye glistened, "we are universally trusted by all other clans. There is a great future for us in Somalia as power brokers, if not power holders in the country."

"A great future for us in Somalia!" I could hardly believe I heard what I had heard. "Maledetto te, pazzo," I cussed in Italian under my breath.

"Now, as for you," the shade opened up again, "We need you. Are you going to play an honorable role in this future? Are you going to lend us your academic thing and international contacts? Are you going to join us?" He gave me a look that froze me, making me feel creepy all over. The man had me, emotionally speaking, on the run. "Are you going to be part of us, or simply satisfied to fatten off American food stamps?"

"The sucker," I cussed again. "Does he think I am on the dole?" He must have noticed my angry scowl, for at this he began to let up, warming up to me and judging it necessary to inform me, "The Fiqih Ismaa’iil [my own sub-branch of the Leelkase] have always demonstrated qualities of leadership in the clan." What was he buttering up to me for? There was no way of knowing, because he broke off and went into a trance (he was also suffering from Khat withdrawals), spewing out a stream of primeval monologue, half poetry, half singsong, mumbling the words:

"Alla waan kawoonayoo, alla hawa na haysa, ee."

"Alas, ambition stirs in us, ambition – ambition we seek."



Back in my hotel room, I transcribed the outlines of the visit into my diary. Then I was assailed with one impulse and two thoughts. First, the impulse: this wraith of a man whose broken frame is pitted through and through with mark of steel, only the one eye remaining whole of his entire body, and yet so animated, so lively, so resilient, his spirit so indomitable. The Somali civil war was not overabundant with examples of valiance in its purest essence, but this one was courage personified. I was awed! To paraphrase Mark Anthony on the slain Brutus, "All the elements unite to say this was truly a man."

But my awe, even admiration was thoroughly dissipated by my growing scorn for his mad ambition. I learned by and by that he came to the U.S. on a refugee asylum program, that he was resettled in Seattle to start up a new life, that his needs in shelter, food and medication were met by American generosity, the cost of his upkeep being split between the state of Washington and the Federal Government. As such, one should suppose that with this largesse, he’d settle and end out his remaining days in peace and tranquility, living off America’s kindness, gazing blissfully on the busty, leggy blondes that populate the swank avenues of Seattle. No, his heart was not in these but in "ambition" and thoughts of "a great future" in Somalia! What a mad son of a gun! If the whole world were offered to him on a silver platter, what good would this do him, given that he is so wasted? How could he, in the broken condition of his body, savor the ease, the comfort and delights of power, to say nothing of coping with its cares – this apparition of re-arranged wood and mended skeleton?

As to the first thought that assailed: it was stirred by the specter’s question, "Are you going to join us?" This resonated with me because it brought to mind one Abdirahman Hajji Hirsi, a first cousin, a medical doctor by vocation and a multi-sided genius who commanded mastery – I mean absolute mastery – over five languages – Arabic, English, French, Italian and Russian, in addition to his native Somali. When Somalia erupted, he moved to Kisimayu to serve as the only doctor in a children’s hospital housing several hundred orphans. The Belgian paratroopers who manned Kisimayu and its environs had no end of praise for this doctor’s, as one of the paratroopers put it, "integrity, hard work and dedication to his lowly orphanage." Well, one evening a gunman showed up at the orphanage premises and asked Dr. Hirsi to hand over to him the entire store of medicine in the orphanage. The doctor balked, whereupon he was shot at blank range. He died instantly. This incident in turn brought to mind a similar murder-by-shooting of another doctor, one Dr. Mohammed Warsame, who, after being hounded by the pleas of Roman Catholic nuns to help bind the wounds of his people, had reluctantly returned to Mogadishu to care for a large orphanage. General Aydiid ordered him killed for reasons of clan considerations in the fall of 1992. In the entire world, even in benighted Africa, a doctor’s person is considered sacrosanct and treated as such. In the entire world, that is, except in mad Somalia. Dr. Hirsi, by reason of his medical skills and genius of mind, would, by international standards, have rated as worth more than the entire lot of the Leelkase put together. Yet, like so many others, he died senselessly and in vain and, from what I have been able to piece together, at the hands of another Leelkase. No, Captain, I’d rather not join you!

The other thought that crossed my mind was even more frightening; to wit, if the Leelkase, largely a clan of mullahs with no material or numerical significance (I dare say my kinsmen are likely to disown me for saying this) are so inflamed and obsessed with brokering power in Somalia, if not seizing it, what about the much larger clans with many more resources in men and material? What heights of lust for power and gain must consume their souls? Then I understood why Somalia collapsed. This is a nation of greed and ambition gone mad.

[Ducaysane_87]

More Langaabness revealed.



"representative of Somali Immigrant Aid, a community-based organization in Toronto corroborated the above information (6 June 1994). He added that the Leelkase will be treated like a minority by the Majerteen, Ogadeni and the Marehan (ibid.)."




http://www.unhcr.org/refworld/topic,463 ... 52c,0.html

[Ducaysane_87]

"this made me laugh He stated that the Leelkase are politically insignificant in present-day Somalia, but, because of their affiliation to the Darod, they suffer from "collective victimization" and "collective guilt" (ibid.)."

[Ducaysane_87]

it's funny how this kid want's to compare the Nobel Ciidagale's who even gave their biggest sub clan aka Cagdheers a life time karbashes over the centuries with a insignificant minority subclan of the Darod aka leelkase,?


loo jebiyey beelihii Ogaadeen ee utuntu jiiftey, and that is your biggest sub clan.




Sidii Mayl akhbaartuu ku yimi, lagu ogaanaayo
Ama Geel aroora oo saq-dhexe, oodda kala jeexay
Ama geesh ilaalo u timi, oo idil ku guuraaya

Axmedoow ayaantii xalay, baa layla oogsadaye
Waxa iman amuurtii horiyo, eelka dhici doona
Ummusha iyo Ugaadeenba waa, wada illaawaane

Labaduba sidii loo arkay, bay u il gadnaayeene
Kolba aniga oo aamusay, buu alifyo keenaaye
Bal ogoow ikhyaareey Xarbi baan, iil ku ridayaaye

Eray waxan u naqay waa halkaad, niman ku aanaysay
Annagay awoow noo ahayd, awliyada qaare
Aw Yuusuf baa noo muddo ah, iidda loo kaca'e

Goortuu ishaaray baa Qudbiga, ururku joogaaye
Adna reer Wardheeriyo jin baa, kuu agaasimane
Ilmihii Fircoon baad ahayd, ubadki Qaaruune

Kitaabbada la eegiyo warkii, Aadan laga keenay
Eedaanka waati aad Bilaal, ka anfariirteene
Arladii Xajkii uma dhawid, oo eegi lagu saarye

Lagaa ood udgoonkiyo dhulkuu, eegay nebegiiye (NNKH)
Ashahaadda noo raatubaad, idinku diiddeene
iimaanka waati aad sidii Ey, ka cararteene

Addunkiinna dhacan baa Sekeda, laga eryaayaaye
Afka Qaaba-Qawseyn halkii, laysu iman doono
Ashahaadda maadaaba qira, lagu ammaan doonto

Ma alkumay Irdaha gabayga, waan kala aqaannaaye
Onkod Heego-dhacay waa biyaha, idibilkeediiye
Waa aydintaan marin jiree, eray kalaan baanay

Haaruun ardaayada ka dumay, sooma oriyaane
Adhi jabay ragoodii ka daran, aarka noo galaye
Alka Duudda, ilimmii Dheryaa, aballaxii yaalle

Xirsibay indhaha kala heleen, ulayar Maadhiine
Soofihii aroos maagganaa, aakhiruu tegaye
Axmed dhimey agoontiinaway, alamba'aysaaye

Haddaanaan itaal dirir ahayn, amase eedbaaska
Anba waan u urugoon lahaa, inanki dheeraaye
Ilma Xiireybay eeda malag, oofta kaga taalle
Wallee aabbahoodaan ka kicin, adhaxda guudkeeda

Ma unkamay irdaha gabayga waan kala aqaannaaye
Onkor heega-dhacay waa biyaha, idibilkiisiiye
Waa ayddintaan marin jiree, eray kalaan baanay

Lama arag iyaga reer Dhegood, Udanna daaduunye
Waxa reer Garaad loo ajalay, waa af-xumadiiye
Sida adhi jarkii lagu maroo, oonna la hayaamay

Ama oori furantoo rugtii, ku ag wareegeysa
Ama Carab amaahdii mid kale, ku ashkateyneysa
Imminkay intii Muummin Cali, udullubaysaaye

Ismaaciil Jiciir, Shiil Aflow, Aammin iyo Daahir
Ableydii boqnaha kaga dhacduu, Aadan qoonsadaye
Lama aasin oogadana way, ka arradnaayeene
Adigiyo ilmaadeerradaa, kula ardaa jooga
Ifka waw dil, aakhirona waw ololki naareede

Ma unkamay irdaha gabayga waan kala aqaannaaye
Onkor heega-dhacay waa biyaha, idibilkiisiiye
Waa ayddintaan marin jiree, eray kalaan baanay

Ninkii shaalka aanaysan jirey, ubaxa dheeraada
Uunsiga waraabuhu ku cunay, wawga soo uraye
Isagana aboorkaa madhsaday, adarki weeyaane

Ma ogtahay Abiib waxa qabsaday, arayuhuu waayey
Iyana reer Wajaalaa sidii, aara loo jaraye
Carabiyo Gureysiyo Salaan, udurrucii haystey

Asay dhiigle waatay kabaha ku illanaayeene
Arwaaxuu ahaa Halaq Miraa, loo unuun jaray'e
Eedaadka reer Dhicisowbaa, aana kuu xigaye

Ilma Laag haddaan lagu arkayn, waa am taladoode
Waa oohintii Timiro-dheer, awga baxayaaye
Maantana miyaan ololiyaa, shooladda agtaada

Sowtii ab gaadhee dagaal, loo irkaday maaha
Sowtii Ugaas Kooshiniyo, aw la dilay maaha
Sawkii u awrkuna waddada, aad u jaray maaha

Sowtii ilwaad quruxsaneey, Eero timi maaha
Awaaraha markii lagu lallabay, Aammin xeradeeda
Waataad sidii igadh la tolay, na oggolaateene.

[Xamud.]

Duleysane
Your posting with two nicks in this topic and you want me too take you serious? I bet your Reer Xaji reer abti outnumber your entire laangaab sub clan of Saciid Yonis(or wtf they are called)

Werent you the one bragging about your maternal grandfathers offspring numbering over 1000 men this is what he wrote too me before I told him too stop claiming us

dee Reer Geesood fall under Reer Hussien Haji same with Fiqi Yuusuf laakin - its true Reer Geesood are large -haada ruunta raabtiid - Reer Fiqi Yusuuf are also Large - Reer Hashi kaaliya are more then 1 thousand and hafl - ever Heard of Reer Khalif Hashi? they number like over 700 - and they are the largest section of Reer Hashi - if the other reer hashi included it would properly hit the 1 thousand and hafl Mark - since Hashi my great maternal grandfather had over 18 sons and the 18 sons had further over 70 children each from different mothers , and their children had further more children over 60's - their descends became many - if i include Reer Maxamed Cigaale and his other brothers in the Reer Fiqi Yusuuf Umbrella they will come out very large for their age group-

These are his mothers brothers and her cousins alone they number over 1500 men, that`s probably more then your entire section of Saciid Yonis and don`t deny it there`s no way in hell you could have known all this unless your mother is infact reer Hashi


This guy is the same guy who called his own mother "love"

viewtopic.php?f=18&t=226983&p=2614153&s ... 3#p2614153




AND YOU WAN`T TOO DEBATE WITH ME tough luck pal cuz I don`t debate with handicaps and retards who bad mouth their own parents for the sake of validation oo weliba ah mid cyber ah cyber validation made you diss your own mother

[Xamud.]

even the UNHCR describes the leelkase as insignificant minority subclan of the Darod.

According to the same source, the Leelkase have been "fighting constantly with the Marehan" in Gedo region. With regard to Leelkase relations with the Ogadeni, there have been Leelkase "elements" in the Ogaden since the outbreak of the conflicts in Mogadishu. Having previously been in alliances against the Ogadeni, the Leelkase relationship with the Ogadeni can be described as "tenuous at best." The Ogadeni in Lower Juba have always perceived the Leelkase and other non-Ogadeni as foreigners, and have treated them as such. Depending on the political circumstances, the Leelkase have made alliances for "survival purposes," but these alliances have not been long lasting. The Leelkase may therefore be "reasonably safe" only in their own area in the Mudugh region

this is your source? a white man who know`s nothing?

[Ducaysane_87]

Mofucker that is not my IP address.

this is my IP. http://i50.tinypic.com/21c5nir.jpg





however this still doesn't change the reality you are a langaab.




He stated that the Leelkase are politically insignificant in present-day Somalia, but, because of their affiliation to the Darod, they suffer from "collective victimization" and "collective guilt" (ibid.).


http://www.unhcr.org/refworld/topic,463 ... 360,0.html


"He explained that although they are an insignificant minority subclan of the Darod"



"He stated that the Leelkase are politically insignificant"



and this from the words of your own Professor Sicid Samatr.

"the Leelkase are composed of a small clan of mullahs"

[Xamud.]

Mofucker that is not my IP address.

this is my IP. http://i50.tinypic.com/21c5nir.jpg

How does that change anything? the image I posted doesent even show your IP address is shows the a list of nicks that POST from the same IP address you retard

I don`t need too insult your mother, your doing a good job insulting her



As for me being a minority in Puntland? the head of the Parliament is my paternal uncle and the only Leelkase tribe that is involved with Puntland is my sub sub sub sub sub sub sub clan, even in Goldogob Puntland has ZERO influence and the place is run by Leelkase, so yes it`s only fair that we only get ONE minister post, after all we run our own territory and we don`t pay any tax why should we get any more?


Your source is claims that Leelkase live in gedo and that we are in conflict with the Marexaans? when In fact we Leelkase don`t even live in Gedo

According to the same source, the Leelkase have been "fighting constantly with the Marehan" in Gedo region. With regard to Leelkase relations with the Ogadeni, there have been Leelkase "elements" in the Ogaden since the outbreak of the conflicts in Mogadishu. Having previously been in alliances against the Ogadeni, the Leelkase relationship with the Ogadeni can be described as "tenuous at best." The Ogadeni in Lower Juba have always perceived the Leelkase and other non-Ogadeni as foreigners, and have treated them as such. Depending on the political circumstances, the Leelkase have made alliances for "survival purposes," but these alliances have not been long lasting. The Leelkase may therefore be "reasonably safe" only in their own area in the Mudugh region

According to an official with the Southern Somali Community Organization of Ontario in North York, the Leelkase are a small group of the Darod clan

That`s your source? the Southern Somali community of Ontario


CHECK MATE

[Ducaysane_87]

dude just because i posted from my friends IP 1 time doesn't mean it's my IP or my nick dickhead.


this my IP live with it.http://i50.tinypic.com/21c5nir.jpg







still minority don't calaacal ehlu laangaab.


just because you were given a parliament speaker after you cried , even though you wanted the vice president but was given to dhullos who are not fully in puntland - because you were insignificant.



"He explained that although they are an insignificant minority subclan of the Darod, Siad Barre recruited them into the army, where they were "very loyal" to him "


what's even more funny is they were a minority footsoldiers for afweyn.


"He explained that although they are an insignificant minority subclan of the Darod, Siad Barre recruited them into the army, where they were "very loyal""

The words of your only prominent man Prof. Sicid Samatar.

"the Leelkase are composed of a small clan of mullahs"



"He stated that the Leelkase are politically insignificant in present-day Somalia, but, because of their affiliation to the Darod, they suffer from "collective victimization" and "collective guilt" (ibid.). "


.

http://www.unhcr.org/refworld/topic,463 ... 360,0.html

http://www.irb-cisr.gc.ca/en/. Documents earlier than 2003 may be found only on Refworld.


that is enough source.


i can bring more UNCHR and many other fact reports showing how langaab your clan is, don;t calaacal.

[Xamud.]

dude just because i posted from my friends IP 1 time doesn't mean it's my IP or my nick dickhead.

You seem upset? what`s with the insults? and what made you go bezerk all of sudden

dimwit you posted 737 times from the same IP address as ""Gaashaanle87" how`s that 1 time? yesterday I fooled you into admitting that you also own the Air-Canada nick, as if that wasent enough you told me that you live in South Africa and that Air Canada live in Canada BUT as soon as I qarxised your azz you came up with the lamest excuse "we use the same laptop"

the proof is in the pudding duleysane, what kind of loser got the time too juggle 12+ nick names? don`t you have a life you social reject.

The fact that your still calaacaling about the same tribe that you were jocky riding a few months ago shows us that your not mentally fit, heck I think you must under the influence of drugs or alcohol CUZ no one in their right mind is capable of writing the amount of garbage that you write on here on daily base.

FOR THE LAST TIME(see I`m putting it in big letters so you might understand better) YOUR SOURCE IS NOT VALID AND THE PIE CHART THAT YOUR RUNNING AROUND WITH WAS MADE BY A NORMAL PERSON NO ONE CARRIED OUT A SURVEY

[Ducaysane_87]

dude i have told you before that is not my IP but rather my friends, just because i posted from my friends Laptop does not mean it's me what a bimbo.


this is my IP and i was online last night the MODS can confirm it.



http://i50.tinypic.com/21c5nir.jpg



waryaa don't calaacal this is the clan distribution of Puntland and how many each clan is represented in Puntland , Majerteen having the majority since they are the largest in puntland , second being dhullos and third warsans.







http://www.raxanreeb.com/?p=2714



Majeerteen 31

Dhulbahante 17

Warsangeli 9

Dashiishle 3

Cabdi Koombe 1


Others 5

Leelkase 3 Xubnood

Awrtable 1 Xubin

Meheri 1 Xubin









you are represented as much as Dishishe. live with it Ehlu Laangaab boy.