#rabno

[mischiefandspirits]

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Damian tugged down his face mask as he looked out over Gotham city. He was finally here.

After two decades of anticipation, after nearly a decade of work, it should have been a happy occasion.

He tugged the mask back up as he heard a scream nearby.

He stopped three muggings, saved a woman from assault, and stopped a robbery by the time a flicker of purple started following him.

He scared off some men that were following a woman then pretended to take off northward before ducking around a water tower and sneaking up on his pursuer as they tried to follow. He took them in before approaching.

They looked about five foot six. The dark body armor and cloak hid their build some, but the way they carried themself proved they were muscular even if not overly broad. As he grew closer, he could see that the armor was primarily black with dark purple detailing that matched the cloak’s color. They also wore a full face mask like his friend Vesper’s, though theirs had white lenses that stood out against the black fabric instead of being completely black like the older vigilante. They were cautious, yet sure-footed as they raced over the rooftops which showed a familiarity with the territory and an understanding of its dangers.

Similarly, their growing annoyance showed they’d realized they’d lost him so Damian swooped in to pin them against an air conditioning unit. They tried to throw him off, but his larger size and superior skills kept them pinned long enough to bind their hands and tie them to the unit.

“Who are you and why are you following me?” he growled, crossing his arms and looming over them.

They stared at him for a moment, head tilting to the side, then snorted. “No wonder he got mistaken for B a few times. Are you seeing this guy?” the young woman -- judging by her voice -- muttered to herself before saying, “I’m Spoiler and I’m following you because you randomly showed up in Gotham and started playing vigilante. Don’t you know Batman doesn’t like that?”

“And yet, here you are doing the same.”

“Excuse you, I’m Batman’s partner. I earned my place on these rooftops.”

“Right.”

She tilted up her chin and crossed her arms. “I am!”

Damian frowned, but didn’t move to redo the ties she’d slipped. Vesper had told him that his father was a solo hero. Batman worked with the Justice League and the Birds of Prey as necessary, but he’d never had a permanent confidant or taken on an apprentice like some of the other heroes. The closest thing he had to partners were the Batgirls. According to Vesper, though, neither ever developed a close bond with the man. The two might be called in as backup or would team up with his father when their paths crossed, but they never depended on one another. His father was more of an inspiration, patron, and occasional teammate than a partner to either woman.

Spoiler didn’t seem to be lying, however, and appeared too forward to be capable of deceiving him. Had something changed in the four years since he’d talked to Vesper? Perhaps he should have gone with his original plan of waiting to go out until after he’d spoken with her the next day after all.

Hindsight and such were not going to change the present, however.

He looked over the woman again. Girl, he realized. Given her proportions, she was likely in her mid-teens though he could be wrong as the armor was rather concealing. An apprentice, then, which explained why she had not fallen beside her supposed partner. The mission his father perished on must have been deemed too dangerous for her to accompany him.

He carefully thought over his next words. He was not ready to announce his presence yet as clearly he had some research to do and he needed to speak with Vesper. He also didn’t know how trustworthy Spoiler was. Even if she was telling the truth about being his father’s partner, that did not tell him just how far his father’s trust in her went and therefore how far he should trust her in turn.

He stepped back from the girl, dropping his arms and attempting to take on a less antagonistic posture. “Then I am sorry for your loss.”

“Loss?” Spoiler questioned.

“Batman’s death,” he answered slowly. Had no one told her?

“What? Batman’s not dead.”

Oh, no, she was simply trying to hide the truth. “My contacts within the Justice League say otherwise.”

Batman's death had left Flamebird uncharacteristically despondent of late, understandably given how close his father and Damian’s were and the fact Flamebird had been on the mission where Batman perished.

“Someone’s going to get an ass beating,” she muttered, storming to her feet. She poked him in the chest. “So what, you find out Batman’s gone and decide that means you have a free pass to just do whatever you want in my city.”

Damian pushed her hand away, fighting down the urge to stab it. “As I think we’ve established, I had no idea you existed. I simply had business in Gotham and thought I’d do some good for a recently undefended city.”

“Yeah, well, now you know the city is being defended.”

“By a child, yes,” Damian scoffed before he could stop himself and the girl bristled.

“Who the fickle frack are you to judge me?”

After being momentarily stunned by her euphemism, he answered, “I am Ẓill.”

She stared at him and slowly shook her head. “Yeah, no offense, it’s def a me problem, but if I try to say that I will totally beat it to hell and back with a tire iron then set it on fire and spit on it just for good measure. Is that an alien language?”

“Arabic.”

“Shit. Yeah, okay, that’s why I’m sticking to the Romance languages for now.” She glanced to the side. “Do you know Arabic?”

“I-” he started, but she waved him quiet.

“I thought you were going to learn after the last run-in with… Okay, yeah, that’s fair. So… Well of course he can, the little polyglot.” She turned back to Damian as he started to wonder if the girl was insane. “So your name translates to Shadow. Mind if I just call you that because, again, I will not be responsible for the atrocity that leaves my mouth if I try to pronounce Arabic without time to practice.”

“Shadow is fine.” She wouldn’t be the first, as it had taken both Flamebird and Beacon awhile to learn how to pronounce his name properly, and the Ismoian still called him that on occasion as a nickname. More accurately she called him Shadow the Hedgehog, but that was a reference he refused to investigate given Flamebird’s reaction to it. “Who are you talking to?”

She gestured to the side of her head. “Augur. He’s our eye-in-the-sky computer guy. Hacking, running comms, information gathering, strategy, all that fun stuff.”

“I thought Oracle worked with Batman when he needed assistance with that.”

“Oracle? I mean, she helped train Augur and helps out when he needs a hand, but she’s got the Birds of Prey and Vesper, not to mention helping out the Justice League sometimes. I think she used to do a lot more for Batman back before Augur, but she’s got her own shit to do now. Augur’s our main man.”

He really should have waited to speak to Vesper. Clearly his information was more out of date than he thought.

“So, Shadow Weaver, what brings you to Gotham then?”

“Shadow Weaver?” He growled when she nodded, radiating amusement. That was clearly another reference he didn’t want to know anything about. “My being here is none of your concern.”

“Random unknown vigilantes being in my city are, like, the definition of my concern,” she said, cocking a hip.

“Your city?”

“Yeah, my city. So either tell me why you’re here or get lost.”

“And if I don’t?”

She shifted into a fighting stance. “I’ll make you.”

Damian snorted at the threat, then was yanked backward by his hood. He brought his hand up to defend, which was knocked aside.

He froze when he recognized the featureless mask staring down at him.

“I told you to keep your head down,” Vesper reprimanded, poking him in the forehead.

“If you had warned me that Batman had picked up a disciple this wouldn’t have happened,” he huffed and Spoiler pretended to gag.

“Ew, gross, don’t call me that. Makes it sound like I worship B or something, which, yeah, no.”

“Stop picking fights with Spoiler,” Vesper said and poked his forehead again. “Batman is already going to be mad enough.”

Damian’s eyes darted away from his friend and, behind Vesper, he saw Spoiler flinch.

Vesper let him back up and shoved him away. She turned to Spoiler. “I’ll deal with him. He’s a friend. Sorry.”

The girl nodded and left.

“Come on.”

The older vigilante led him to the rooftop of a clock tower. She used a biometric scanner to unlock a hidden hatch and they slipped inside, dropping down ropes into a workspace.

There was an elaborate computer setup in one corner, oddly lacking a chair, and a workout space in the other. Mirroring that was a modest medical area in one corner and a kitchenette in the other with seating at the island. Elevator doors stood between the computers and medical area while a couch and some chairs sat at the center of the room.

Pulling off her hood and mask, Cassandra led him to the couch. He removed his own hood and mask then pulled his katana off his back to lean against his leg as he sat next to her on the couch.

“You look good,” she said, glancing over him.

“You too. It’s good to see you again.”

She nodded, then lightly slapped his arm. “What were you thinking, Damian? I know I told you how protective Batman is of his territory.”

Damian’s left hand came up to trace the phoenix engraved onto his right bracer. “When was the last time you spoke to someone in the Justice League?”

She frowned, studying him. “I have been on an Outsiders mission for the past month, and was busy with a show the month before that. If Oracle has worked with them in that time, she hasn’t said anything. Why?”

“A little under a month ago, a JL team went on a mission. I don’t know the full details, but it had something to do with Darkseid and… Batman did not make it back.”

She didn’t react visibly, but her voice was soft when she asked, “You are sure?”

“Jon was on the mission. He said Batman was vaporized right before their eyes. I’m sorry.”

She bowed her head and closed her eyes. After her moment of silence, she looked up at him, face blank. “Why?”

“Why?”

“Why are you here? Why do you care? You’ve always been interested in Batman, but this is… more.”

He sat up straight, hands fisting on his thighs. “I told you my name was Damian Naji, but that was a lie. My name is actually Damian al Ghul. My mother is Talia al Ghul… and my father was Batman.”

She studied him. “Batman… did not know?”

“Not as far as I am aware. Mother told me she told him she miscarried because I would be a distraction to him and the cause. After everything you’ve told me about him, I think she and Grandfather were just worried he’d take me from them. If she told him after I left, I don’t know.”

“Why didn’t you tell him? You could have come to him for help when you ran away from the League.”

“Tt. You know how I was back then. I was everything Father stood against. He wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with me. Not until I could prove I was worthy of him.”

She reached out to take his hand. “That’s not true. He knew my past and he accepted me.”

“You killed one person, instantly regretted it, and never killed again. I spent almost ten years as an assassin. It’s not the same. Besides, you were just an occasional teammate. I’m…”

“His son. Which is exactly why I know he would have loved you. Batman cares deeply for those who he considers his own. Even Oracle and I. He keeps -” She frowned and looked down. “He kept his distance from us, but only because he felt he didn’t have a right to us. Oracle had a parent and was independent, only needing help getting her feet under her. I was an adult, legally, when we met and Oracle took on my training since she was the one who found me and had practice working with younger heroes due to assisting Black Canary with the Justice League’s minor division. Had he found you, though, he wouldn’t have hesitated. You would have been his.

“He would not have been happy about how you were raised, but he still would have loved you. He would not have turned you away, even if you had wanted to continue down the path of an assassin. He would have seen that wasn’t what you wanted, though, and taught you a new way. You would not have had to do it on your own.”

Damian shook his head. “No, I had to prove that I wasn’t what my mother made me. I had to prove I could follow his rules, only then could I present myself as his heir.”

“You wouldn’t have had to prove anything to him.”

He pulled his hand away to trail it against his bracer again. “Perhaps you are right. You knew him better than I. But I did have to prove it to myself.”

She shook her head and wrapped an arm around his shoulders despite him being a head taller and twice as wide. “How?”

“My first kill was on my sixth birthday. I was fifteen when we met and I decided to leave behind the League’s ways in favor of Father’s. It… took me longer than I liked to push through the instincts to kill so on my sixteenth birthday I made an oath. Ten years of saving lives to atone for ten years of taking them. Only if I reached my twenty-sixth birthday without taking another life would I come to Gotham.”

“That is why you’ve come.”

“No, my birthday is still a few months away, but… Jon told me what happened. I realized I was too late so I am here to… I thought if I could never present myself to Father absolved of guilt, I could at least protect the city he devoted himself to since I believed it was now undefended.”

“You did not know about the others,” she chuckled.

“You told me he worked alone,” he growled.

“He did when we last spoke.” She pulled away, tilting her head. “Am I your only source for information?”

“Yes. I did not know if I could trust any other source given his reclusiveness.”

“But I only told you about Batman. What about behind the man under the cowl?”

He slumped back against the couch.

“You do not know who he is,” she said, amusement in her voice.

“Mother always told me I would learn who he was when I’d earned it. The only things I know are that I am his only family and heir. That’s why I asked you to meet me. I wanted to do this properly and cover his responsibilities in and out of the mask, but I can’t do that without knowing who he is. I’d hoped that either you would know or you could help me figure it out.”

She hummed and glanced to the side.

He followed her gaze to see a clock on the wall. It was nearing two in the morning.

Suddenly she hopped to her feet and dragged him up. “You said you are staying at Hotel Belle Monico?”

“Yes, room 3215.”

“Go straight back there and get changed.”

He nodded, figuring she wanted to get some rest. “Alright. I’ll see you later then.”

After getting her confirmation, he climbed up the ropes and did as told. It only took him fifteen minutes to get back to his room and another twenty to change out of his vigilante attire, lock all his gear away, shower, and put on his sleeping clothes. Once that was done he started to debate whether or not to get some sleep or do a bit of research first.

A knock came at his door.

He grabbed the small dagger he kept on him at all times and palmed one of the knives he’d hidden around the room as he approached the door. He peeked through the peephole, then tucked both weapons into his waistband and opened the door.

Cassandra had lost her own suit in favor of a casual teal dress and gold-brown leggings. She frowned as she took him in and started shoving him further into the room before he could say anything. “Get dressed.”

“What’s going on?”

“Clothes.”

Well aware he wasn’t going to get anything out of her, he slipped into the suite's bedroom and changed into some slacks and a polo.

“Good,” she said when he came out, then turned on her heel and left.

He quickly followed after grabbing his wallet and one of the room’s keycards.

“Where are we going?” he asked once they were in the elevator, but she just smiled at him.

The silence continued as they climbed into her car and she drove them through the city. He tried to ask again when they crossed a bridge out of the main city and into a neighborhood filled with mansions and old manors, but she remained tight-lipped until they pulled up to the gate of a larger manor.

She rolled down the window and hit the call button, which was soon answered over the video screen by an older gentleman in a butler’s uniform.

“Ah, hello, Ms. Cain,” the man said in a warm, British accent. “I was told you might make an appearance, but I didn’t think it would be so soon.”

“Hello, Alfred. Should this wait?”

“No, you might as well come in now. They’re all still awake after tonight’s events,” he sighed and the gates began to creak open.

“Sorry,” she said and he waved her off before the screen went dark.

Curiosity itched at Damian, but he stayed quiet as Cassandra drove up to the front door and they climbed out.

Alfred met them at the door. He gave Cassandra a kind smile then turned it to Damian. “Always a pleasure, Ms. Cain. And who is this?”

She looped her arm around one of Damian’s. “An old friend. Alfred, this is Damian Wayne. Damian, this is Alfred Pennyworth.”

He didn’t react to the name, assuming she’d just given him an alias, but the calculating expression on Alfred’s face as he stared at Damian’s had him second-guessing the assumption.

The expression was quickly replaced by a sad smile, however, as the man stepped back to allow them into the manor. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Master Damian.”

“You as well, Mr. Pennyworth.”

“Just Alfred, my boy. Please come in. The others are winding down in the family room.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” Cassandra said, then led Damian into the house by his arm. They went up the main staircase in the entrance hall and into the first door on the left where they found a room inhabited by a group of children.

The oldest were a pair of teenagers sitting on the couch.

The girl was white, but tanned with long blonde hair pulled into a messy braid and dark green eyes. She was thin but muscular and he could see her arms were covered in small scars thanks to her Gotham Sirens tank top. She was cradling a sleeping infant who was wrapped in a Wonder Woman blanket and clutching a stuffed Batman.

The other teen was more androgynous, body hidden under an overly large White Arrow hoodie and Supergirl sweat pants. They were Latine with their skin a pale brown and their eyes a silvery blue. Their hair was black and chin-length. They had a video game controller on their lap and a tablet in their hands.

The next oldest was a preteen boy with a book sitting sideways in an armchair, back against one arm and legs draped over the other. He was fair with freckles speckling his face around his navy eyes. His hair was short and a dark red, almost black color. He was thin and muscular like the girl, but there was a touch of broadness to his shoulders that spoke of a bulkiness to come with puberty. A German Shepherd was squeezed onto the chair with him, half-tucked under the boy's legs with his head on the boy's stomach for pets.

The last child was a few years younger than the preteen. He both had the most conditioned and the least combative build of the children, having more of a gymnast's figure. His skin was of a similar olive tone to Damian’s, though a few shades lighter, and his curly hair was brown-black. Damian couldn’t see his eyes as he was dozing on a rug in front of the tv with a three-legged pitbull puppy, both curled around a large stuffed elephant. A video game controller was abandoned behind the boy.

The three awake children turned to Damian and Cassandra when they entered. They all greeted her warmly, but the girl and boy eyed him warily while the androgynous teen studied him with sharp curiosity.

“Who’s your friend, Cassie?” the boy asked.

Cassandra shoved Damian further into the room. “Your brother.”

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So last month I made a post asking if anyone had written a story where the Robins' ages were reversed as is the trope, but they still got taken in by Bruce in the same order as well as giving some ideas for how that could work. No one ever got back to me on if that was already a thing so I figured I might as well write out one of the scenes that really caught my interest when brainstorming.

[ethotv-archived]

like okay, but if they reveal on ranboos stream and then have tubbo go live than tubbo will get the most viewers, cause if they reveal at the end of tubbos stream and then raid ranboo then ranboo would likely end up with more viewers, im just sayin

i will literally kill you

[apileofmoss]

@ rabno pick one pls <3

[ranboodaily]

rabno

[genderqueeradrien]

earlier today i was like i hope rabno does something today to distract me from the you know what. and this is not what i meant at all but i'll take it

[hearse-full-of-rats]

Wimbly scoot and rabno beoved @long-lost-spicegirl-losers

[mamodcs]

“It’s storming.. We should get inside.” Cherish said to Rabnos.

"You're right. We should. Didn't think it'd be raining this hard today..." His voice filled with disappointment. The Mamodo world always had a weird... weather schedule. Yet it didn't really bother him much. He was used to it by now. "Say, Cherish. Why did you invite me again?" His eyes looking right up at her, his smile staying on his lips as he placed his hand on his hip. His composure staying on the relaxed edge. Not that he had a problem with it - Being invited over to other places made him feel all the more special, yet... He had COMPLETELY forgot why he was over in the first place. Something.. With art. That's all he remembered. Oh wait --!! "Oh! The sculpture! Right - ! I almost done with it! I just need your help with the finishing touches! You have suuuuuch a pretty ability you know! With my art skills and your crystalizing, we can make some amazing art!"

[berberanews]

"Walaalahayaga Somalia marna dhibaato lama rabno" M. Biixi

“Walaalahayaga Somalia marna dhibaato lama rabno” M. Biixi

Berbera-(Berberanews)-Madaxweynaha Jamhuuriyadda Somaliland, Mudane Muuse Biixi Cabdi oo socdaal shaqo ku jooga magaalada Berbera ee xarunta gobolka Saaxil, ayaa si waafi ah uga hadlay qalalaasaha iyo fadqalallada ka taagan dalka aynu deriska nahay ee Soomaaliya, gaar ahaan magaalada Xamar. Madaxweyne Muuse Biixi Cabdi, waxa uu sheegay inay dawlad ahaan iyo qaran ahaanba ka damqanayaan dhibaatada…

[cupcraft]

Bonus my friend woke back up with two more I can include now.

1. Jack: "I am confused why his shirt and pants don't match. His fashion is terrible."

2. Niki: "Looks like a recovering SPN fan"

3. Ranboo again (my poor guy :(..): "I do not think rabno is a good influence. He doesn't seem particularly empathetic" don't worry fellow boobers she apologized in case he's a good person right after saying that lmao

Bonus: "Captain's log day 3: the DSMP Fans have accepted me as one of their own"

I'm having a lot of fun with this :)

Results from Part I of Asking my Non DSMPblr friend about her impressions of characters since some of you liked the idea.

She was given names and some canon accurate fanart but mostly minecraft skins (bc i dont have art for everyone). I did not give her any info about lore ahead of time (she's clueless).

It's all typed quotes bc its way to much to screenshot.

You may respond to this/reblog but please be nice my poor friend is going off of knowing nothing except that some of these people exist and I blog about them. This a lighthearted joke between us haha, not lore discourse!

Part I is: c!Tommy, ranboo, fundy, wilbur, tubbo, fundy, and eret

(bonus is some duo/trio interpretations!)

I'm sorry if this is disorganized im very tired making this

1. Tommy: "he looks very laid back". She liked he had a sword (in the fanart). "Just vibing". For the mc skin she said "very square" and "the square version of him looks more upset".

2. Wilbur: "looks like he has a lot of plots and schemes, also science, oh that's a cigarette nevermind (idk what she thought the cigarette was before)". "He's walking with purpose".

3. Crimeboys: "Wilbur is a bad influence" "He looks like he is not a role model"

4. Allium duo: sort of stressed c!Ranboo would be the instigator of chaos in this duo

5. Clingy duo: "Tommy and Tubbo seem like they'd be friends"

6. Bench trio: "idk they seem like they would gravitate towards each other, like their personalities would balance each other out (I...)"

7. Fundy: "Is he old like a grandfather?" "Maybe a little toxic. Like I walked uphill to school both ways when i was your age" "Looks like every grandpa who was in the military at some point in their lives" "He looks aggressive (im dead /lh)"

8. Eret: "Looks like an actual king" "I'm sorry but the sunglasses look like what people wear when they film rant videos in their cars, otherwise, very powerful and probably could be in charge of something, Ranboo could never". Stressed that compared to c!Ranboo, c!Eret should and could be in power and c!Ranboo should not be at all because c!Ranboo has too much "chaos energy."

13. Ranboo: "Ran Bo is he king of something" "Seems like an agent of chaos" She changed her mind about the king thing when she decided the crown "looked like a burger king crown" which is when I showed her c!Eret after she was like oh yeah this is the Ruler.

14. Tubbo: "Tubbo looks very sad and afraid idk what's that about".

I didn't get to reveal the truth or ask about c!Bee duo but that can be for another time/reblog. She's definitely worried about what she got wrong lmao.

Who should I do next...if I do this again?i

[stc-buro]

Konferans ve seminer salonu koltukları.. #konferanssalonu #konferanskoltukları #seminersalonukoltukları #conference #seat #tiyatrosalonukoltuğu (Ataşehir) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI0G-RaBnOS/?igshid=ps46i3dzr3cw

[crazedcommander24]

Pass the happy! 💚 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people on your notifications! ☺

5 things that make me happy are:

1. Pets

2. Tom Hiddleston (I know, I know, he’s not an object... But he just makes me smile)

3. My Pro Wrestling babies

4. People doing random acts of kindness

5. Writing

I’m tagging @aquivercactus, @snowman-reigns, @memeyoongss, @masturynashazzz, @adriennegabriella, @twistedbalor, @anerdysouthernbelle, @rabno, @lokisdeviouspurpose, and @undeniablefandomtrash.

[haldoornews1]

” Ma Rabno inaan Shidaal ku Shubno Gaadhi aan Soconaynin ” Safiirka Midawga Yurub " Ma Rabno inaan Shidaal ku Shubno Gaadhi aan Soconaynin " Safiirka Midawga Yurub

[somalifaces]

"I had a couple of dozen head of livestock. They were my source of income and pride. But for the past year, I had trouble selling them because they were too skinny and there was no water and fields for them to graze. Before, when we used to have mini-droughts, and they become thin, I’d wait till the rain comes and fatten them up but this drought has been going on for too long. I tried to feed them any material I could find so that they could eat something. Eventually, most of them died. I only got two left but they are sick. The stench of rotten flesh still hangs in the air even after we burned the carcasses. The nomadic life is extremely hard. Some people have relatives in cities and abroad to support them, but many like us don’t have anyone to support us. Many of us were forced to separate from our loved ones." (Somali Faces Drought Relief Campaign) We have already raised almost £35,000 ($42,000) in 4 days and had to increase it to £50,000 ($60,000) as many local fundraisers are taking place that wants to contribute to SF's campaign. We will be receiving the first batch of funds in the coming days and will go to the people that need the most insha’Allah. "Waxaan lahaa afarteemyo xoolo ah, waxay  ii ahayeen il aan  ka helo dhaqaale. Laakiin ilaa sanadkii hore, dhib aad u badan ayaan kala kulmay iibintooda, sababtoo ah waxay noqdeen qalfoof caato ah. Ma jirin meel aan biyo iyo caws uga helo. Berigii hore, marka abaar jirto sidan oo kale ma ahayn, waxaan la sugi jiray xiliga roobku da’ayo si ay usoo kabtaan. Laakiin abaartan hada taagan waa mid ilaa wakhti dheer soo socotay, waan isku dayey in aan quudiyo waxkasto aan heli karo si ay u nolaadaan waxna u cunaan. Aakhirkii, way dhinteen. Xoolo waxaa i haray laba. Labadaasina waa bukaan. Urka kasoo baxaysay xoolaha dhintay weli waata uraysa ee hawada kujirta xitaa markii aanu gubnay haraagii bakhtigooda. Nolosha taala dhulka miyigu runtii waa mid aad u adag, dadka qarkood waxay leeyihiin ehelo ku kala nool magaalooyinka iyo qurbaha oo tageero u fidiya, laakiin in badan oo ka mid ah ma haystaan ehel tageero usoo dira, in badan oo naga mid ah dantu waxay nagu khasabtay in aan meelo kala duwan u kala guurno dadkii ehelkayga ahaa.” (Gurmadka Abaaraha ee Somali Faces) Waxaanu ilaa hadda aruurinay lacag gaaraysa  £35,000 ($42,000) muddo 4 maalmood gudaheed. Lacagta aanu rabno in aanu aruurino waa £50,000 ($60,000), kadib markii aan ka helnay codsiyo kala duwan oo wada tabarucaad  doonaya in ay ay  ku daraan  tabarucaadka SomaliFaces waddo. Maalmo gudahood  deeqdii ugu horaysay waxay gaari doonta dadkii loogu talo galay  in lagu caawiyo hadu Alle idmo. Fadlan la wadaaga asxaabtiina https://www.gofundme.com/somali-drought-campaign

[barxad]

“Waxaad Nooga Dheeleysaa Meesha Aan Rabno,” – Unai Emery Oo Digniin Iyo Dalab Isugu Daray Mezut Ozil

“Waxaad Nooga Dheeleysaa Meesha Aan Rabno,” – Unai Emery Oo Digniin Iyo Dalab Isugu Daray Mezut Ozil

Unai Emery waxa uu sheegay in Mezut Ozil uu ka dheeli doono booska ay Arsenal dooneyso isaga oo khadka dhexe ka dalbaday in uu is muujiyo.

Laacibka ku fadhiya 42million mushaar ahaanna u qaata toddobaadkii lagama ciyaarsiin booska uu jecel yahay ee 10-ka kulankii Chelsea kahor inta uusan xanuun ku seegin ciyaartii West Ham.

Emery waxa uu sheegay hadda in Ozil taam u yahay ku soo noqoshada safka…

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Boden Mot Rasism 1 maj

Nazistiska Nordiska motståndsrörelsen  (NMR) planerar en demonstration i Boden samt att ställa upp i kommunfullmäktige. Vi står upp för ett nazistfritt Boden, inga nazister på våra gator, inga nazister i fullmäktige. 1 maj, arbetarnas dag, demonstrerar vi, i Bodens centrum, mot nazisterna. Nazi organisation NMR are planning a demonstration in Boden and they are running for city council. We stand for Boden free from nazis, no nazis in our streets, no nazis in city council. May 1, worker´s day, we demonstrate, in central of Boden, against the nazis. المنظمة النازيه (NMR) تخطط لتنظيم مظاهره و الركض حول بودن . نحن نقف ضد النازيه للتخلص من النازيين في بودن ، لا نريد نازيين و عنصريين بشوارعنا ، لا نريدهم في مدينتنا. يوم واحد من شهر ايار سنتضاهر بسنتر بودن ضد النازيه و العنصريه Xisbiga naasiga e NMR waxay qorsheynayaan inay muujiyaan banaanbaxa Boden waxayna u ordaan golaha magaalada. Waxaan u taaganahay Boden inaay dhamaan ufurantahay o nazi iyo cunsuri la'aan rabno , iyo jidadkeena, nazis kumarabno,sidokale golaha magaalada. May 1, maalinta shaqaalaha, waxaan ku muujineynaa banaanbax, bartamaha Boden, oo ka soo horjeeda naasiga. سازمان نازیسم ها در حال برنامه ریزی تظاهرات نازیسمی در شهر بودن  و همچنین حضور پیدا کردن در شورای شهر می باشند. ما می ایستیم برای بودِنی بدون نازیسم ها، جاده هایی بدون نازی ها و شورای شهری بدون نازی ها . روز اول ماه مَی ، روز کارگر ما تظاهرات میکنیم بر برابر نازیسم ها. سازمان نازیسم ها در حال برنامه ریزی تظاهرات نازیسمی در شهر بودن  و همچنین حضور پیدا کردن در شورای شهر می باشند. ما می ایستیم برای بودِنی بدون نازیسم ها، جاده هایی بدون نازی ها و شورای شهری بدون نازی ها . روز اول ماه مَی ، روز کارگر ما تظاهرات میکنیم در برابر نازیسم ها.

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"Somali Waxaanu Rabnaa Inaanu Horumarka ku Tartano Balse Ma Rabno Inaanu hub Ku Tartarno" Saleebaan Cali Koore Oo Fariin u Diray Madaxweynaha Puntland.

“Somali Waxaanu Rabnaa Inaanu Horumarka ku Tartano Balse Ma Rabno Inaanu hub Ku Tartarno” Saleebaan Cali Koore Oo Fariin u Diray Madaxweynaha Puntland.

Hargaysa(Berberanews) Wasiirka Wasaarada Horumarinta Biyaha Salebaan Cali Koore Ayaa Maanta Jawaabtii Ugu Adkayd Siiyay Madaxweynaha Cusub ee Maamulka Puntland ee dhowaan la doortay kadib markii uu Sheegay inuu soo Weerari doono Somaliland isla markaana xoog ku soo celin doono gobolada Sool iyo Sanaag

  “Anagu hadaanu Nahay Xukuumada Somaliland Nabad baanu Haynaa,Wada Noolaansho Ayaanu…