WHY DO OUR PEOPLE DO THIS on social media. Do we even know something called “PRIVACY “

[Grigori Rasputin]

Please explain to me why Geeljires run up to fb

To announce;

Minutes after the deerly departed of their family member ?

Why take a picture in hospital and ask “ii soo duceeya”

 

[Nak-Muay-Kru]

Fucking hell, that's so replusive wallahi. Imagine using your dying relative to farm for sympathy on social media. People like that needed to be rounded up and lined up against the wall to be shot.

 

[Shimbiris]

Fucking hell, that's so replusive wallahi. Imagine using your dying relative to farm for sympathy on social media. People like that needed to be rounded up and lined up against the wall to be shot.

I swear, walaal, if I ever become the dictator of Somalia I'll have you tracked down and install you as the head of my secret police. You will smoke dissidents like no other. Such passion...

 

[Grigori Rasputin]

I swear, walaal, if I ever become the dictator of Somalia I'll have you tracked down and install you as the head of my secret police. You will smoke dissidents like no other. Such passion...

I’d clean up these degenerates.
I’ll find them
I was meant to be an African ruthless head of a feared security services.

How about we give it a name.

“Waa la waayay state security “

 

[Shimbiris]

I’d clean up these degenerates.
I’ll find them
I was meant to be an African ruthless head of a feared security services.

How about we give it a name.

“Waa la waayay state security “

I love it but that can be informal name, walaalkay. If we officially name it that the gaalo will never let us hear the end of it. Human rights this and human rights that... nacala ku yaal.

 

[Nak-Muay-Kru]

I swear, walaal, if I ever become the dictator of Somalia I'll have you tracked down and install you as the head of my secret police. You will smoke dissidents like no other. Such passion...

I'd be corrupt to the core within 6 months. "That nosey journo's a traitor, confiscate all his wealth/assets and have it all sent to me-... I mean to our dear leader Major General Shimbiris"

 

[Basra]

Social media citizens. One minute clicking on likes video tutorial of how to shave pubic hair and the next minute posting a video about cutting thyself from shaving pubic hair. I am dying. I am bleeding.

 

[Shimbiris]

I'd be corrupt to the core within 6 months. "That nosey journo's a traitor, confiscate all his wealth/assets and have it all sent to me-... I mean to our dear leader Major General Shimbiris"

Of course, saxiib. We all gotta eat. I'll look the other way and the I'm sure someday you'll have my back when they Somali spring me.

President Shimbiris: Where the f*ck is Nak?! These yellow sclera having bahalo are 10 kilometers from the villa! That's fucking walking distance, ninyahow!
Chief of Staff: Sir...
President Shimbiris: What?! Where is he?!
Chief of Staff: Director Nak said you wanted to honorably go down with the ship and that he had your blessing to take the presidential jet to Riyadh with his family in tow.
President Shimbiris: I what...? He... he what...? I... I didn't! What the f*ck?! Are you saying the director of my secret police absconded with my jet to Riyadh and has left me here?! Is that what you're fucking saying to me?!
Chief of Staff: it appears so, sir.
President Shimbiris: I did no such thing!!! Get him on the fucking phone fucking right now!

*President Shimbiris is now on the phone with Director Nak*

Director Nak: Hello, Director Nak speaking-
President Shimbiris: Bastaryahow, turn the fucking plane around right fucking now!
Director Nak: Oh, it's you Mr. President.
President Shimbiris: Don't fucking "It's you, Mr. President" me, you motherfucking snake! Turn the goddamn plane around!
Director Nak: *makes static noises* I'm sorry, Mr. President *makes more static noises* you're breaking up! *makes yet more static noises*
President Shimbiris: I can tell that's you, you fucking nacaas! Turn! The! Plane! Around!
Director Nak: *continues to make static noises* I'm sorry, Mr. President you're not- *Director Nak hangs up*

*President Shimbiris stands in the middle of the presidential office dumbstruck, sweating and somehow beet red despite his dark skin, his breathing heavy and shallow as though he's having a stroke*

President Shimbiris: Ahmed...
Chief of Staff Ahmed: Yes, sir?
President Shimbiris: Get me a vial of poison and a cremator immediately. They're not Gaddafi-ing me. Nothing goes up my anus, you hear me?
Chief of Staff Ahmed: Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

 

[Nilotic]

Of course, saxiib. We all gotta eat. I'll look the other way and the I'm sure someday you'll have my back when they Somali spring me.

President Shimbiris: Where the f*ck is Nak?! These yellow sclera having bahalo are 10 kilometers from the villa! That's fucking walking distance, ninyahow!
Chief of Staff: Sir...
President Shimbiris: What?! Where is he?!
Chief of Staff: Director Nak said you wanted to honorably go down with the ship and that he had your blessing to take the presidential jet to Riyadh with his family in tow.
President Shimbiris: I what...? He... he what...? I... I didn't! What the f*ck?! Are you saying the director of my secret police absconded with my jet to Riyadh and has left me here?! Is that what you're fucking saying to me?!
Chief of Staff: it appears so, sir.
President Shimbiris: I did no such thing!!! Get him on the fucking phone fucking right now!

*President Shimbiris is now on the phone with Director Nak*

Director Nak: Hello, Director Nak speaking-
President Shimbiris: Bastaryahow, turn the fucking plane around right fucking now!
Director Nak: Oh, it's you Mr. President.
President Shimbiris: Don't fucking "It's you, Mr. President" me, you motherfucking snake! Turn the goddamn plane around!
Director Nak: *makes static noises* I'm sorry, Mr. President *makes more static noises* you're breaking up! *makes yet more static noises*
President Shimbiris: I can tell that's you, you fucking nacaas! Turn! The! Plane! Around!
Director Nak: *continues to make static noises* I'm sorry, Mr. President you're not- *Director Nak hangs up*

*President Shimbiris stands in the middle of the presidential office dumbstruck, sweating and somehow beet red despite his dark skin, his breathing heavy and shallow as though he's having a stroke*

President Shimbiris: Ahmed...
Chief of Staff Ahmed: Yes, sir?
President Shimbiris: Get me a vile of poison and a cremator immediately. They're not Gaddafi-ing me. Nothing goes up my anus, you hear me?
Chief of Staff: Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

That was quite the read, saaxiib

 

[Nak-Muay-Kru]

Of course, saxiib. We all gotta eat. I'll look the other way and the I'm sure someday you'll have my back when they Somali spring me.

President Shimbiris: Where the f*ck is Nak?! These yellow sclera having bahalo are 10 kilometers from the villa! That's fucking walking distance, ninyahow!
Chief of Staff: Sir...
President Shimbiris: What?! Where is he?!
Chief of Staff: Director Nak said you wanted to honorably go down with the ship and that he had your blessing to take the presidential jet to Riyadh with his family in tow.
President Shimbiris: I what...? He... he what...? I... I didn't! What the f*ck?! Are you saying the director of my secret police absconded with my jet to Riyadh and has left me here?! Is that what you're fucking saying to me?!
Chief of Staff: it appears so, sir.
President Shimbiris: I did no such thing!!! Get him on the fucking phone fucking right now!

*President Shimbiris is now on the phone with Director Nak*

Director Nak: Hello, Director Nak speaking-
President Shimbiris: Bastaryahow, turn the fucking plane around right fucking now!
Director Nak: Oh, it's you Mr. President.
President Shimbiris: Don't fucking "It's you, Mr. President" me, you motherfucking snake! Turn the goddamn plane around!
Director Nak: *makes static noises* I'm sorry, Mr. President *makes more static noises* you're breaking up! *makes yet more static noises*
President Shimbiris: I can tell that's you, you fucking nacaas! Turn! The! Plane! Around!
Director Nak: *continues to make static noises* I'm sorry, Mr. President you're not- *Director Nak hangs up*

*President Shimbiris stands in the middle of the presidential office dumbstruck, sweating and somehow beet red despite his dark skin, his breathing heavy and shallow as though he's having a stroke*

President Shimbiris: Ahmed...
Chief of Staff Ahmed: Yes, sir?
President Shimbiris: Get me a vial of poison and a cremator immediately. They're not Gaddafi-ing me. Nothing goes up my anus, you hear me?
Chief of Staff Ahmed: Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Looooooooooooooooooooool, fucking hell
I don't know what career you're pursuiting but you'd make a killing as a comdey sketch writer wallahi. All we need is a camera is some editing software before we're Somalia's very own Key and Peele lol

 

[Man with a garuun]

It is normal to ask your fellow Muslims to make dua for you and your family. All Muslims do that. Besides, the lady didn't depart from this world based on the tweet that the OP quoted; she was having medical condition, and her sibling is asking people to make dua for her. That is pretty normal.

If you want to know why it is done: It is done that way because we don't know who the is most Allah-fearing person amongst us or who makes the most taqwa. Therefore, since the closer you're to Alla(swt) is the closer that your dua to be accepted, it is prudent to ask other Muslims to make dua for you.