Waxaan gaarnay heer azaelia banks ka hadasho qabyalad😂😂🤣
Maca ajanabtii ayaan barnay qabyalad
I hope there’s a point where we go back to being unknown , maybe when the old orange farts term ends

Asalamu’alaykum,

Can someone pls recommend me the best coffee place in Minneapolis (near U of M)??

For context: I’m someone who likes hot coffee, I lean more on the strong coffee flavor but NOT bitter. I like my coffee a bit sweeter. I’m genuinely so tired of spending almost 10 dollars for bland coffees.

Anyone here study abroad? I’m seriously considering it and would love to hear experiences. The UK is one of my main choices. How is life there?

Sideynu wada ognahay xukuumadda markeekanka waxey beegsaneysaa dadka soomaaliyeed ku dhaqan dalkaas kuwaasoo ay ugu horeyso xildhibaan ilhaan. Sida caadada ah, siyaasiyiinta waxey gaashaanbuursi ka helaan cod-bixiyeyaasha iyo ururada siyaasadda uu xubin ka yahay gaar ahaan xisbiga siyaasiga uu ka tirsanyahay. Hadda ma aragno cid ka tirsan xisbiga demokhraadiga oo u hagarbaxaya xildhibaanadda.

Ilhaan aragatideyda siyaasadeed iyo waxey u ololeyso cidna caad kama saarno. Xisbiga ay u ololeyso, dadka ay taageerto, siyaasadda dhaqaale iyo dibadba tay taageerto waan wada ogsoonahay. Intaasoo dhan waxaa u dheer In ay tahay shaqsi ku milmay bulshada mareekanka, ka qeybqaatay is-dhex-galka bulshada, u dhaxday mid iyaga ka mid ah haddase waaqley taagantahay wehelna ma haysato.

Aaway xulufadeedii siyaasadeed? Aaway xisbiga ay xubin ka eheed? Aaway ”ummaddii Islaamka” naloo sheegay iney walaalaheen yihiin? Aaway dadkaan midabka wadaagnay? Intaasoo dhan meel laguma sheego. Kaaga sii daran qaarkood iyagaaba hurinaya colaadda xildhibinaadda lagu hayo. Inanteen cidlo ayey taagantahay, cidna uma maqna ceelna uma qodna.

Some of my family members look 100% ethnically Somali. My uncle is dark skinned and looks completely Somali, anyone can tell he’s Somali, and if you were to look at him it would be very obvious that he doesn’t have a lick of asian in him, yet his full brother is light skinned and looks completely different. But I’ll see people say on the internet that barwanis aren’t Somali but a mix of Asian and a whole bunch of other stuff, but when I look at my family members, half of them look like any other Somali person. I feel like I’m having an identity crisis at 17, I need someone to clear this up for me.

23andMe, waxaan u diray " dna test kit", jawaabtana waxaan ka sugaayaa, 2 Nov ama 16 Nov,inshaa allah...

MyHeritage, dna -eeydii, aa u diry 13 Augusto, ee sannadkaan, maanta oo 17 Okt,

tahay aa jawaab ka sugaayaa, runtiisa uma eka in eey maanta jawaabta ii soo wadaan...Soomaali hadaan nahay, arimo aadan jecleeyn xataa waa in aa bulshadaan aan ka dhalanay, u kala cadeeysaa,

sidaas darteed, qofkaan ahay aa sheegaayaa, raali raali ma jecli aniga xataa, laakiin....

Waxaa Soomaali i kala dhalay: Saleebaan Abdalle; Surre; Dir-Aabe....

Cawlyahan; Ogaadeen; Daarood-Hooyo

Jawaabta ugu horeeysa ee "dna" kala cadeeyn doonta,qofka aan ahay, ma saxbaa mise waxaa ka qaldan oo Soomaali oo dhanba ma ihi...ahaahahahaah

I have always wondered: do we have our own embroidery or patterns? I know we have shash and alindi and some macawis patterns, but are they our unique patterns, or do they come from others, or rather, do we share them with others?

What would you say a Somali embroidery is?

Anyone else feeling they dont being anywhere

I was born and raised in the west, have lived far from Somalis growing up and the schools i went to were all ajanabi, not much Muslims too.

Anyway - I lived in a strict Somali household too. I would wear typical modest clothes, I stood out etc. Didnt really go out, as you know hanging with non muslims they would start partying once they hit 15 etc and also drinking which was obviously haram. There were a few muslims i knew aswell and some have left the deen or were not practicing and were dragged by their surroundings and the Dunya. So I became solo since finishing school. My parents didn't connect much with the somali community aswell as we lived 45 minutes away and they were busy working and taking care of us being in survial mode.They were in there own bubble, supporting their families back home. Anyway some of my siblings then got loss in this dunya too. This caused problems with my parents as they said they raised them so well but dont know how they became so lost, none can really speak af somali , they dont pray etc are friends with non Somalis and married to non Somalis/muslims

As I got older now - im 30, I noticed even at work I dont belong, all my co workers are cadaan, a few indoyaar and hindi. I have tried to make somali friends at weddings - but theres no connection, I think im a bit weird as I dont know much somali songs, they born in the west too but they know so much lol - possibly cause they all live near one another and go to every wedding there is or xaflad There somali is pretty good too, mine isnt bad but theres is above mine.

How can I find a place to feel a sense of belonging- its stressing me out 😞

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As-salaamu alaikum, brothers and sisters.

My wife became ill on Monday, and despite trying medication from local pharmacies, her condition continued to worsen. On Wednesday night, I had to take her to a hospital in the city because I could no longer watch her suffer.

Alhamdulillah, she is now improving, and I am grateful to Allah for that. I am currently at the hospital with my family, and I kindly ask you all to remember my wife in your duas.

May Allah grant her complete shifaa, remove her pain, restore her health, and make this illness a means of expiation for her sins. May Allah grant her strength, bless our family with patience, and ease every difficulty we are facing.

Please keep her in your prayers. May Allah heal all those who are sick and grant relief to everyone going through hardship.

Jazakum Allahu khayran. Amiin

Sheekhad/Ash-Shaykha Khadija bint Faraj ibn Abdallah Al Zayla’i was female muhadditha (Hadith scholar) born in 805 AH (1402-1403 AD). She was of Zayla’i origin (Somali)

She studied under scholars like Imam Al Jamal Al Hanbali and another female scholar, Aisha bint Abdulhadi, and it is mentioned she studied under others and they granted her ijazah (authorisation).
She was righteous, constant in her devotional practices and recitation. She narrated Hadith to big scholars like Imam As-Suyuti and Al Sakhawi

She performed the pilgrimage, resided in the Hijaz, and visited Jerusalem. Her father was righteous and respected.

She was the wife of Muḥammad b. ʿAlī b. Muḥammad b. ʿAbd Allāh al-Qalyūbī al-Ḥaffār, and mother of Muḥammad, the charitable merchant in the Sūq al-Sharb. She passed away the ninth century AH.

References:
Al-Ḍawʾ al-Lāmiʿ li-Ahl al-Qarn al-Tāsiʿ — الضوء اللامع لأهل القرن التاسع
ʿUnwān al-Zamān bi-Tarājim al-Shuyūkh wa-l-Aqrān — عنوان الزمان بتراجم الشيوخ والأقران
Al-Imām al-Ḥāfiẓ Jalāl al-Dīn al-Suyūṭī — الإمام الحافظ جلال الدين السيوطي
Aʿlām al-Nisāʾ fī ʿĀlamay al-ʿArab wa-l-Islām — أعلام النساء في عالمي العرب والإسلام

Credits: @Mohammadartan via instagram and @SooyaalKaabe via X

Ancestrydna, waxaan u diray "dna test kit", haddana jawaab ka sugaayaa...Laakiin, waxaan jecleeystay in marka la iisoo diro aan halkaan dadka kula qeybsado, gaar ahaan Soomaalida...

Jumu’ah Mubarak everyone. Our khutbah today was about honouring the dignity of your Muslim brother. In the Farewell Sermon, the Prophet SAW said that our blood, our wealth and our honour are sacred to one another, like the sanctity of that day, that month and that city (Bukhari and Muslim). Honour is placed right beside life and wealth, and the khutbah reminded us how easily we violate it, through mockery, bad nicknames, suspicion and slander.

Nowadays, on social media like Facebook and TikTok, that honour is violated more easily than ever. Some of our younger generation label our girls with zi--na as if it’s a joke. I think a social media personality, Jiheeye, has influenced this, because he uses words like dhi--o and shu--o a lot, and now a lot of young people comment those same words all over social media. Here’s how it looks: someone films a Somali girl, or a group of girls, standing with a guy from another community, maybe a classmate or someone from their workplace, posts it on TikTok, and the comments fill up with those words.

So what does Islam say? Allah says: إِنَّ الَّذِينَ يَرْمُونَ الْمُحْصَنَاتِ الْغَافِلَاتِ الْمُؤْمِنَاتِ لُعِنُوا فِي الدُّنْيَا وَالْآخِرَةِ وَلَهُمْ عَذَابٌ عَظِيمٌ. Those who accuse chaste, unsuspecting, believing women are cursed in this life and the Hereafter, and they will suffer a tremendous punishment (Surah An-Nur 24:23). In 24:4, those who accuse chaste women and fail to bring four witnesses are given eighty lashes, and their testimony is never accepted again. The Prophet SAW also listed it among the seven destructive sins. The standard of proof is four eyewitnesses to the act itself, or a confession, so a video of a girl standing next to her classmate comes nowhere near it. I’m not talking about someone who openly admits it themselves, that’s between them and Allah, and our job still isn’t to shame them.

So what should we do instead? First, don’t assume the worst. A girl, or a group of our girls, standing and talking with someone of the other gender from another community is not a reason to assume bad things between them. They could be classmates, colleagues, or working on a project. Boundaries always matter, both Islamic ones and our own culture, and I’m not saying anything goes. But a boundary concern calls for kind, private advice, not a public accusation, and Allah tells us to avoid much suspicion, because some suspicion is a sin (Surah Al-Hujurat 49:12).

Second, think about her. These clips travel through our community within hours, while the comments attack her dignity. How does she feel? Girls who feel watched start avoiding the community altogether, and that worries me.

am not writing this to attack anyone. From a video I saw, it looks like Jiheeye isn’t well right now, and I pray Allah gives him full shifa. We’re all human, we all make mistakes, and I hope we correct them and become kinder to each other. May Allah forgive us, protect the honour of our sisters and daughters, and guide our youth to speak with care.

I've been developing an idea for a historical drama series set in an ancient Somali-inspired world, and I'd love to hear people's honest opinions about the concept.

The story follows a young man named Cawale, who grows up believing he is an ordinary villager, unaware that his past may be connected to a fallen kingdom and a legacy that was taken from his family.

His life begins to change when he stands up against soldiers who are mistreating people in his village. What seems like a simple act of courage gradually draws him into a much larger world of secrets, royal rivalries, betrayal, power struggles, and conflicts that could change the future of his people.

The world I'm imagining includes ancient Somali landscapes, traditional architecture and clothing, royal families, warriors, village life, complicated relationships between clans, love, loyalty, and the struggle for power.

I'm inspired by this type of storytelling, where the characters have their own ambitions, the political conflicts have real consequences, and nobody's story is entirely black and white. I want to create something with its own identity, rooted in Somali culture, history, and traditions.

I'm still developing the idea, so I'd really appreciate honest feedback.

Here are a few questions I'd love your opinions on:

1- Would a historical drama set in an ancient Somali world interest you?

2- Does Cawale's story sound compelling enough to carry a series?

3- What would make you interested in a show set in a culture you might not know much about?

4- What elements would you want to see most: political intrigue, warfare, family drama, romance, or cultural world-building?

5- What potential problems or weaknesses do you see in this concept?

I'm not looking for people to simply tell me it's a good idea. I'd genuinely like to hear what you think and what could make the concept stronger.

Thank you for reading!

Curious

After fourteen years of FGS governments, it’s honestly humiliating that we still haven’t restored the most valuable parts of our own history. And then we act outraged when our culture gets stolen or misattributed, by other countries.

When foreigners come to the capital of Somalia to see the history behind it they show him child paintings and refugees like it's history and all we have ever done.

If we don't take our history seriously we should anyone else?

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I don’t really know what the point of this post is going to be, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest because I’ve never actually spoken to anyone about it. I just want to be honest about how I feel, even if it makes me sound jealous.
For some background, I went to France this summer, like I do every year, because my mum’s sister lives there and we usually stay with her family for the summer. My cousin and I are close, and I’ve always known that she and her dad have a good relationship but being around them this summer made me realise just how close they actually are.
My cousin and her dad are genuinely best friends. And I don’t mean that in the usual way people say they’re close to their parents because they have a conversation here and there. I mean they actually talk all the time, call each other even when they’re not together, laugh together, make eachother food and just seem so comfortable around each other. I’ve been in my cousin’s room while she’s on the phone with her dad, who’s out for the day and they’re just laughing and talking like two best friends. She openly says that her dad is her best friend and you can tell how much she loves him.
For context, we’re Somali and my mum’s side of the family is originally from Barawe, Somalia. A lot of my family speak Af Barawe but I was never brought up speaking or hearing the language, so I only understand Somali. When I’m around my mum’s side of the family, I sometimes feel a little disconnected because they speak a language I don’t understand. But seeing my cousin and her dad interact (speaking af barawe to eachother) made me realise that, even beyond the language there’s a whole level of closeness between them that I’ve never experienced with my own father.
And honestly? I’m jealous.
I love my cousin and I’m genuinely happy that she has this relationship with her dad. I wouldn’t want her to have anything less. But at the same time, I can’t help wishing I had that too.
My dad is present in my life. I live with both my parents and my dad is physically there. But emotionally, I feel like we’re strangers who happen to live in the same house.
We can go days without speaking to each other, and it’s not because we’ve had an argument or fallen out. We’re just not close. Neither of us really makes an effort to change that, and I honestly don’t know how to describe our relationship beyond saying it’s awkward.
Sometimes we’ll both be in the kitchen doing our own thing, and I’ll try to start a conversation but it feels like he’s not interested in making an effort to keep it going. I end up feeling stupid for even trying. It’s not just me either. He’s like this with my siblings too, but I feel like they don’t really care as much about it as I do. For some reason, it bothers me a lot.
One moment from this summer has really stuck with me.
My aunt and uncle called me into their bedroom one day because they wanted to talk to me and catch up. I ended up talking to my uncle, who’s my cousin’s dad so freely. I told him about things going on in my life and some of the problems I’ve been dealing with. I was comfortable enough to open up to him in a way that I honestly wouldn’t be with my own dad.
And sitting there, talking to my uncle I suddenly understood my cousin.
I understood why she calls her dad her best friend. I understood why she can spend hours on the phone with him even though she’ll see him at home later. I understood why she tells him her whole life, why she laughs with him and why she seems so comfortable around him.
Because I was experiencing that comfort myself and it hit me how much I’ve been missing.
I remember thinking that I wished he was my dad. Wishing that this is the father I wanted, the relationship i desired. I remember in that moment thinking about my uncle how he’s so good to me baring in mind that this was literally just a paternal uncle, my aunties husband so by blood not my actual uncle .. and was treating me exactly like his daughter, I was so emotional at a point that he told me Kaali baba and gave eachother a hug I felt so loved by my uncle. And I feel horrible even typing that because I love my own dad, and I love my uncle too. I’m not saying my uncle should replace my father or that I don’t want my cousin to have him. I just wish I could have that same relationship with my own dad.
I wish talking to him didn’t feel awkward. I wish I could tell him what’s going on in my life without feeling uncomfortable. I wish we could laugh together and have conversations that weren’t forced. I wish I could call him just because I wanted to talk to him.
It’s such a strange feeling because my dad is right there. I haven’t grown up without a father physically present in my life, but sometimes I still feel like I’ve missed out on something that other people take for granted.
And it isn’t just about this summer. I’ve noticed these things for years. Being around my cousin and her dad has just made the contrast impossible to ignore.
Sometimes I even think about my future and wonder how marriage is going to work. One day, someone is going to want to ask my dad for my hand in marriage, and I genuinely don’t know how that’s going to feel. I don’t know how I’m supposed to approach him about something so important when we barely speak to each other as it is. Even imagining that situation makes me uncomfortable.
I don’t know if I’m looking for advice, reassurance or just somewhere to say all of this without someone I know finding out. I’ve never told my cousin that I feel this way, and I don’t plan on making her feel guilty for having a good relationship with her dad. She deserves that relationship and I’m happy she has it.
But I think I’ve been keeping these feelings to myself for so long that I needed to admit them somewhere.
So, to any Somali girls reading this who have a close relationship with their dads, please treasure it. Don’t take it for granted. Being able to talk to your dad freely, laugh with him, tell him about your problems and genuinely consider him your best friend is something that not everyone gets to experience, even if their dad lives in the same house as them.
I wish I had that with mine.

Asc guys winter is coming up and I need help finding an indoor futball field in Eden prairie or around the area I can’t more than 15 miles.