Quest
16-04-06, 08:06 PM
Ok carrying on from my thread "things that bother you most" i wanted to a create a spin off thread from a joke that occured there.
To fill in members whom did not participate there, briefly the joke was that i found the fact that arabs and somalis not having the letter P in their alphabets and so they subsitute the P for a B HILARIOUS, if anyone thinks its funny when arabs do it, you seriously have not seen anything, for somalis are the funnyest people on the face of the earth in my opinion. honestly second to non. to prove it i will give u two examples. before i do, please share any funny storys that happened to u, or you witnessed etc
example 1
one time before i was practicing Islam, i use to go on this somali chat room, so i can get to know my people more, in the begining i was terrorised lol but eventually i was not only accepted, but i seemed to dominate the room, on this particular day a lil to much, there was one religeous muslima online, i was being a pain in the neck, people like smart folks but not smart ass's and i was the latter, anyways my jokes were careless but funny this sister didnt think so lol she says
"Subhanallah Quest you are headed towards the wrong BATH fear ALLAH"
loooooooooooool she meant PATH, but i took it literally i had a glimpse of some one elses bath tub, and was thinking oh no we can have that!.
to make matters even more hilarious when she saw i was cracking up as was everyone else she says
"its not FANNY" (funny)
this sister made me fall of my chair. my BOINT :_) is, this P=B stuff is funny but can be annoying when say for example some dude is trying to chat you up in the street. (nothing i have to worry about now but back t hen it was irratating)
ok the next story you had to be there, but i will tell u anyways.
January 2004 my father died (may ALLAH have mercy on him)
it was friday (day of arafa around asr time) i spent the night in the hospital the night before so left early friday morning to get some sleep.
for some reason i could not sleep so cooked for my uncle then was making my way to the hospital when i got a call from my brother telling me dad was dead.
my reaction was
"what?"
bro "dad died"
quest "huh?"
bro "his dead"
Quest "say what?"
bro "are you deaf? his dead"
line goes dead, my dad and i were extremely close, yet at that point i was just still, no emotion what soever. i got on the bus quietly, i began to acknowledge what happened, but it didnt truely sink in though still wearing a nicab, i can feel it getting wet with tears.
i called my sister to give her the news, she began crying and i felt i had to stay on the phone till she stopped, she asked if i was ok i remember saying "of course do u know what day it is today? its yowmal arafa," she said no are u ok about dad i said "yes its arafa my dads soul is taken on arafa on a friday at asr i have nothing to be upset about am grateful and cant wait to bury him"
she thought i was crazy, but the thing is, i viewed death differently to her, the way that i saw it, we all will take this journey, the rest of us dont know when we will get our ticket to the grave but my dad was already on the journey, so it was more like me and him were split apart for a while and i would join him next, why be upset when you know theres work to be done? my tears wont do him nothing in the grave.
anyways it was weird for my family to understand this because i was known to be a daddys girl.
when i arrived in the hospital i see family everywhere, and its like as i walked down the hall they all stopped talking, looking at me looking for a reaction, i waved and said "asalama alaykum where is my dad?"
someone pointed, and i went to walk into the room, my best friend and her husband followed me in and i lifted the sheet of his face, felt his face it was cold,
i said "his smiling " she stood there frozen, i was thinking why is there a smile on his face, i kissed his forehead then put the sheet back. i walked out the room, and her husband said "be patient Quest sabr sabr!"
you would think, how is this story funny? lol you dont know what happened next.
my older sister comes out the lift, and when she sees everyone present it sinks in that our dad is dead. she faints backwards.
over my dead body was somebody going to wail and what not, yes grief but to cry and shout why? aint gonna happen while am there, i began to rush over to her to make sure she didnt react in that way, only others got to her first, as she fainted some somali lady shouts
"someone call an ambulance"
looooooool theres nurses and docs everywhere we are in the hospital and this women is asking for an ambulance.
walahi i could not hold the laughter back, others did, but i couldnt, May ALLAH bless that women because of what she said i got thru the funeral, when ever i got upset, i remembered that and began to laugh.
somalis are very funny people, to see this humour it would be an advantage to know the somali language or mentality.
the laughter disapeared when the funeral was over and i was living in my dads apartment alone, i think it sunk in that he died when i was alone with his stuff.
non the less when ever i remember my dads death i either laugh or smile, that somali woman made me laugh like i never laughed before, its a mercy from ALLAH
To fill in members whom did not participate there, briefly the joke was that i found the fact that arabs and somalis not having the letter P in their alphabets and so they subsitute the P for a B HILARIOUS, if anyone thinks its funny when arabs do it, you seriously have not seen anything, for somalis are the funnyest people on the face of the earth in my opinion. honestly second to non. to prove it i will give u two examples. before i do, please share any funny storys that happened to u, or you witnessed etc
example 1
one time before i was practicing Islam, i use to go on this somali chat room, so i can get to know my people more, in the begining i was terrorised lol but eventually i was not only accepted, but i seemed to dominate the room, on this particular day a lil to much, there was one religeous muslima online, i was being a pain in the neck, people like smart folks but not smart ass's and i was the latter, anyways my jokes were careless but funny this sister didnt think so lol she says
"Subhanallah Quest you are headed towards the wrong BATH fear ALLAH"
loooooooooooool she meant PATH, but i took it literally i had a glimpse of some one elses bath tub, and was thinking oh no we can have that!.
to make matters even more hilarious when she saw i was cracking up as was everyone else she says
"its not FANNY" (funny)
this sister made me fall of my chair. my BOINT :_) is, this P=B stuff is funny but can be annoying when say for example some dude is trying to chat you up in the street. (nothing i have to worry about now but back t hen it was irratating)
ok the next story you had to be there, but i will tell u anyways.
January 2004 my father died (may ALLAH have mercy on him)
it was friday (day of arafa around asr time) i spent the night in the hospital the night before so left early friday morning to get some sleep.
for some reason i could not sleep so cooked for my uncle then was making my way to the hospital when i got a call from my brother telling me dad was dead.
my reaction was
"what?"
bro "dad died"
quest "huh?"
bro "his dead"
Quest "say what?"
bro "are you deaf? his dead"
line goes dead, my dad and i were extremely close, yet at that point i was just still, no emotion what soever. i got on the bus quietly, i began to acknowledge what happened, but it didnt truely sink in though still wearing a nicab, i can feel it getting wet with tears.
i called my sister to give her the news, she began crying and i felt i had to stay on the phone till she stopped, she asked if i was ok i remember saying "of course do u know what day it is today? its yowmal arafa," she said no are u ok about dad i said "yes its arafa my dads soul is taken on arafa on a friday at asr i have nothing to be upset about am grateful and cant wait to bury him"
she thought i was crazy, but the thing is, i viewed death differently to her, the way that i saw it, we all will take this journey, the rest of us dont know when we will get our ticket to the grave but my dad was already on the journey, so it was more like me and him were split apart for a while and i would join him next, why be upset when you know theres work to be done? my tears wont do him nothing in the grave.
anyways it was weird for my family to understand this because i was known to be a daddys girl.
when i arrived in the hospital i see family everywhere, and its like as i walked down the hall they all stopped talking, looking at me looking for a reaction, i waved and said "asalama alaykum where is my dad?"
someone pointed, and i went to walk into the room, my best friend and her husband followed me in and i lifted the sheet of his face, felt his face it was cold,
i said "his smiling " she stood there frozen, i was thinking why is there a smile on his face, i kissed his forehead then put the sheet back. i walked out the room, and her husband said "be patient Quest sabr sabr!"
you would think, how is this story funny? lol you dont know what happened next.
my older sister comes out the lift, and when she sees everyone present it sinks in that our dad is dead. she faints backwards.
over my dead body was somebody going to wail and what not, yes grief but to cry and shout why? aint gonna happen while am there, i began to rush over to her to make sure she didnt react in that way, only others got to her first, as she fainted some somali lady shouts
"someone call an ambulance"
looooooool theres nurses and docs everywhere we are in the hospital and this women is asking for an ambulance.
walahi i could not hold the laughter back, others did, but i couldnt, May ALLAH bless that women because of what she said i got thru the funeral, when ever i got upset, i remembered that and began to laugh.
somalis are very funny people, to see this humour it would be an advantage to know the somali language or mentality.
the laughter disapeared when the funeral was over and i was living in my dads apartment alone, i think it sunk in that he died when i was alone with his stuff.
non the less when ever i remember my dads death i either laugh or smile, that somali woman made me laugh like i never laughed before, its a mercy from ALLAH