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Gibiin-Udug

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It's because Allah punished him, hopefully you'll become muslim again inshallah. i'll make dua for you, i am trying to become religious again, I fell off hard.:francis:

I have a lot of stories, but I cant share them on here.:trumpsmirk:
Look at you trying to be a reasonable human being. Mashallah. You should also stop being a chauvinistic pi... I mean guy.
 

VixR

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Look at you trying to be a reasonable human being. Mashallah. You should also stop being a chauvinistic pi... I mean guy.
Ferrari used to be like this all time, but he got turned by being on here and played into the gender wars. He probably doesn’t really believe half the shit he says. I know I’m ruining your chauvinist front @Ferrari. Sorry.
 
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loool It was my mom who got abducted, but yeah my future would have been totally different. My mom would have gone to Ogaden land, and my mom would have married an ogaden man, and i would be an ogaden. Bisiinka the thought of it scares me

@Timo Madow and proud @Tukraq
Ogadens are cute. My causin was ogaden. I dont like marrying my own causins i would have made an exception for him. He was kind and knew the Quran by 10. May God rest his soul
 

Basra

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Ogadens are cute. My causin was ogaden. I dont like marrying my own causins i would have made an exception for him. He was kind and knew the Quran by 10. May God rest his soul


How did he die?
 

Basra

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Ogadens are cute. My causin was ogaden. I dont like marrying my own causins i would have made an exception for him. He was kind and knew the Quran by 10. May God rest his soul


Of course Ogadens are cute. No question about that. I have yet to meet an ugly Ogaden But i have met ALL qabils uglies but not them
 

VixR

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Of course Ogadens are cute. No question about that. I have yet to meet an ugly Ogaden But i have met ALL qabils uglies but not them
Interesting, by sugoqabil science of Basra this means Ferrari can be automatically assumed to be good looking.
 
Back in the 80's my Edo and Hoyo were best friends during High School in Hargeisa. My Edo came to Somalia from Djibouti to attend school, my Hoyo was a local in Hargeisa. They talked for a bit in class and boom, they clicked. Sometime later in the 80's I thought around 1987 my Edo joined the SNM as a medic when SNM captured Hargeisa. My mother wanted nothing to do with the SNM so she preceded with her High School career. Fast forward one year and the bombing of Hargeisa/Isaaq genocide by SNA occurs. My Hoyo, maternal Ayeeyo and Edo, fearing for their lives, flee on foot in the direction of Djibouti. Making stops in towns/cities on the way such as Zelia. Once they finally arrive at Djibouti city, they stay at my Paternal Ayeeyo's place. After a little while, my Hoyo and her Mother get there own place in Djibouti. My Edo finishes high school that year. My Edo gets married to a Somali man from Ethiopia shortly after that. They both migrate to Canada for better opportunities.

My Hoyo immigrants to Kenya for a better shot at a good university in Nairobi. My Ayeeyos cousins live there so they housed her well she lived in Kenya. After 4 years, my Hoyo graduates University in 1992. She stays in Kenya for another 3 years working in Nairobi but eventually immigrants to Canada as well.


My Father during the late 80's was in France attending the University of Paris V. He later got his PHD for Computer Sciences and lived in Paris for another couple of years. He later left in 1989 to Canada because he thought Paris was becoming a shithole (he dogged a bullet).

My father first moved to Montreal then eventually to Ottawa in the 90's to work in the federal government. My mother happened to also move into Ottawa at the time. My Edo and Hoyo met up in Toronto after my Hoyo got off her flight from Kenya. My Edo showed her around the place in Toronto but my Hoyo ended up moving to Ottawa. There she got to meet my father who my Edo introduced to her. My Abo and Hoyo fell in love shortly after, got married, bought a house, and a few years later I become a thing.


Where did the timo Madow come from ?

:mugshotman:
 

Basra

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Interesting, how come you called your mom’s abductor being raised by wolves. I was lead to believe you’re calling a whole clan beastly.


Well lets say-- the Ogadens while beautiful, aesthetically speaking, they have no brains or manners. Also they have the worst traits of snitching, jealousy. The ethiopians are this way too by the way, and since Ogadens basically hail from habasha lands , not surprised by their lack of refinements
 

Mckenzie

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My Grandfather was born in Beledweyne but was conscripted as a teenager to fight for Italy during the campaigns against Ethiopia in the 30s. He also apparently "walked on foot" from Galaadi to Xamar before starting his new life outside the Military.

I never met him but i was told he disliked qabyaalad, spoke Italian and Amharic and remarried over 5 times. The older generation really were as tough as nails.
 

Crow

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Lately, I’ve been spending time with mom and dad, and they’ve told some far out stories about life back in the day.

One of the most interesting ones I’ve heard is of my mother’s about her father’s family. Her father was a twin. They had one other sibling, a girl, with a renowned temper, as beautiful as she was fiery.

She was married to a man from some other clan in a different area from where her nuclear family lived.

Suddenly one day, the brothers heard tell that their sister had died, but suspiciously, she’d already been buried without the news of her death having reached her own family so that they could be the ones to take on the funeral proceedings as was custom; to pray over her, to bury her, to lower her into the ground with their own hands.

For that reason, and for the fact that it was a sudden death with no reports of sickness on the part of their only sister, they suspected foul play on the part of her husband’s side.

And so the two remaining siblings, twin brothers, traveled to their sister’s grave site.

As they surveyed the people in the village who had attended a Janaza her family had not been made aware of, there were whispers that there was blood seen on the burying garments of the deceased.

The two brothers got to digging, vowing that if they so much as saw any blood, or signs of carnage on her body, there would be hell to pay by their in-laws.

Me: They did what??!

Before the digging could be come to a neck, it was interrupted by an older member in the family who told them to stop.

The brothers angrily refused, their suspicions having been made worse by the reports of the Janaza attendees. More counseling took place right over the grave itself over the span of three days as they slept and ate under a tree near the site, and they were eventually mediated into an agreement.

The agreement was that the husband would swear on the Quran over the half-dug grave of his wife, that neither he or any members of his family were responsible for their sister’s death. The man swore on the Quran. The brothers reversed their progress on the grave, prayed over it, said their tidings, and the crowd dispersed.

The husband went blind.

At this point, I ask my mom how tf she knows he went blind?

She said the husband used to roam the streets blind not right away, but not far after, and that he was well known in the area.

I said, “So you think it’s bc they lied on the Quran?”

She said, “ Yes, everything pointed to murder. But since the older family member was able to bridle the angry passions of the twin brothers (one of them her father) due to the fact that a clan skirmish would break out between the families had the digging went on and revealed a murder.”

“Even as they almost certainly believed she’d been killed, they wanted him on the hook at least in front of the eyes of God, so that he may be cursed were he to lie, which they believed he was. They kept their composure and listened to words they believed to be lies. They kept their word and held off as he went on and swore she’d died a natural death, and that neither him, her husband, nor his family, were responsible for her death, Wallahi Billah Tallahi.”

Do you know any stories from your family?
Mashallah. It takes a lot of faith and patience to do what they did. I would probably not be satisfied to wait for them to be cursed or go to hell. I would dig her up and murder the husband. They are better men than I.
 

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