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As long as there are men like this in existence, Pastors will continue to live like kings..

Stop work and go and be pastor nah!since you think its bizness!

onye ego: As long as CAN continue to speak against the killing of Christians in Nigeria and fight to guarantee Christians worship their God freely,go to church and not return in bodybags or in pieces; all other things is not of importance.

We all know that the life of the present CAN president is in danger cos am yet to see any press release or media chat where boko haram do not say how bitter they are with the president or his office.
If a private jet will give him more security; why not?

Before this Man came to CAN, Christians are targeted and killed daily, nobody talks about it or condemns it.The best they do is to set up an inter-religion committee where the sultan and the president of CAN will be co-chairmen,they will drink coffee,shake hands and hug themselves while Christians are hacked down daily.

This Pentecostal pastor has told Christians to protect themselves; yes, Pentecostals are radicals

A trillion likes! There can't be a truer statement than this. "No one in the world can change truth,what we can and should do is seek it,and if found serve it"~Maximillian Kolbe.speak against devils(islam,pagan,atheist)you are in trouble with them.But d BIG God is behind xtians in Nigeria. Can anyone talk,criticise,insult that sultan when the Muslims are in power,even when their not in power??

ROSSIKE: Your ignorance stinks. That is why we say you people should drop that your stupi.d bible you carry around, and get some common sense into your skulls.

Africans have KNOWN for the last 10,000 years that the soul survives death as a matter of course. As a very natural process. Go and study your African history. This knowledge has been exhibited throughout ALL African cultures and belief systems. It was only in the last 200 years that some slave-seeking European colonialist chancers came in with some dubious ''holy book'' claiming that we had to believe in THEIR ''God'' first, before we could enjoy the most natural progression in the universe - the free and universal progression into the higher spiritual realms from the physical, enjoyed by every single living thing in the universe, since the very birth of life itself. Sadly, some Africans fell for their imperialist lies, and still do.

Meanwhile, it's been shown that the bible was put together by some elite Europeans who voted on its contents after being given MONEY: https://www.nairaland.com/1105578/realise-bible-compiled-via-vote

No doubt the money was shared round so they could create a ''holy book'' to confuse the people and hide from them their TRUE POWER AND IMMORTALITY.

I saw this thread,I didn't want to be involved in some ghosty discussions,but now moved to comment on this.. Well,then those 'European elites'must be the gods because the Bible is the benchmark,the reference point,the datum for ALL other books & learning in general.I will advice you to GET-A-LIFE!No one hate,fight against God's word,The Bible, ends well!

Women should try harder like this!

In a drowning Naija Hold on to word of truth not GEJ!

Clearly not a politician speechwise/eloquence.

Jubal01: Lyk my president said, ppl r ONLY N ALWYS lukin 4 ur fault 2 castigate u. Its obvious al of u 'lynchin' Jonathan hia avnt held any 'reasonable' leadershp positn b4. U al dnt knw d rudiments of it. Do u tink 9ja is lyk ur wretched houses? Bring Bush o Obama 2 rule 9ja n de'l resign in 1wk. Y cnt u ppl c atlst even 1 positv in dis man? Let me tel u al dis slowpokes castigatn GEJ d hard, bitter truth. HE IS UR PRESIDENT N DIA'S ABSOLUTELY NTN U HATERS CAN DO ABT IT. U beta get used 2 it. He stil av 3 solid yrs more. DIE HATERS! God bless GEJ our president!

This guy,pls get a life!stop being in the cocoon of tribalism&religion.Remember the people you are saying "can't do nothing"trusted&voted for your clueless gej!...and,why the heavy abbreviation??

Mgbadike80: Jonathan should come and chat with us on nairaland, we will definitely do better than the journalists

aaah!if he comes to nairaland he will get high BP!

I will obey God!

Military should take over permanently in Nigeria!

War without end in Nigeria.

cheddarking: Trash talk from a Trashy Mind...

Are you willing to mortgage the future of your kids(born or unborn) simply to 'Revolutionise'?

Do you know the extent of widespread Weapon proliferation in Nigeria today?

Every last raggamuffin these days is armed with an AK, and is not afraid to use it even with our incompetent National Security Apparatus...

What then happens when Law and Order as we know it breaks down as a result of your 'revolution'?

Who will stop the gang of armed robbers from using their hardware to gain control of your Neighboorhood?

What will stop the OPC from declaring themselves kings of Lagos?

Who will serve as buffer between Hausa/Fulani and the Berom?

Even here on NL we see countless incidents of tribal attacks daily...

Imagine a situation where people are free to attack without fear of consequence..

You id1ots just tend to spout such BS without actually THINKING....

YORUBA!

Hamas deliberately targets our children, and they deliberately place their rockets next to their children.
We are going to continue hitting #Hamas hard and we will continue to strike hard at the missiles targeted at Central and Southern Israel~Netanyahu(Israeli PM)

He is not even eloquent!Listening to Bush/Blair/Obama...plsssss someone should tell that man we not interested in that charade called media chat.The most annoying is when that Channeltv girl is there.

He is not even eloquent!Listening to Bush/Blair/Obama...someone should tell that man we not interested in pre-arranged mediajokes.

labamo07: Omojuwa, we know your type, you just seeking attention like the way Oshiomole did. If dem don give am appointment now, he go shut up

TrueTalk! That midget Oshiomole own pain me die...Yes!Nigeria needs REVOLUTION,a twisting,a complete turnaround,a clearing!whatever you may want to call it. Its done everywhere except Nigeria and its because,"na my tribe,na my broda de dia"Id!!ots,nonsense!slowpoke,Nigerians!

eggheaders: @odehaj(in Yoruba you are truely an ode).FYI the quran was reveal by God unchanged till date.how will I believe a Bible that has more than 250,000 errors.check preface of kjv to confirm that.before 1948 the present occupants of isreal are remnants of hilters Holocaust living in europe. and peeps with Jewish grandparents in America.longing for the promise land fantasy in there book of contraption .

well,I'm NOT yoruba!The Holy BIBLE error? ? ? ?!!!But it was it your blood- thirsty demon,mohammed the child rapist counterfeited!

la cosa nostra: Eggheader u did not ans d question of were d israelis were living before d holocaust were dey living in their present site nd wat do u have to say about davidly first post was he lying.

Thank you a 1000times these jihadist think they are wiser than the wisest God.One question for the mohammedians is whether they are older than the Bible that that gave the account of the Israelis??!

eggheaders: go get a life fool.

You accept the Bible was written before Quran And if God says Jesus is His son, who are you to say otherwisecluess bast*rds

garsul: L & G, please let's not view this crises from Muslim/christian perspective, but as rational human beings. how would you like this scenario. because of the problems that Fulani people are having in Plateau state and other parts of Nigeria, the Nigerian state decides based on some book written by othman danfodio that a grassland in Anambra State or Obudu Cattle ranch belonged to the fulanis and were expelled some 200yrs ago, therefore, using the might of the Nigerian Army and the support of some world powers, a homeland is created for Fulanis in Obudu or in the grassland in Anambra, and all natives Ibos or Calabar people of that place expelled to make room for the fulanis. thereafter, the fulanis starts stealing lands even beyond what the Nigerian state had stolen from the natives and given to them. do the Ibos or Calabar have a right through whatever means to defend themselves and take back their homeland. please sincerely ask your conscience

Ask GOD,clown!

eggheaders: Nigerians ignorance baffles me alots.do you know how many Christians has been killed In this onslaught. the church of naivity was hit yesterday in Gaza.are those Christians gonna be praying for the Zionist.

is this PIG preaching his terrorist religion to me?anyway,a little learning is a dangerous thing!

eggheaders: the Zionist don't give a hoot about your dirty black ass.go see what they doing to over there .you definitely have a change of heart.buzu.

You probably want me to dis obey God and start dying?mba!!

#Israel has the right to exist, the right to defend itself, and the right to secure borders! I stand with Israel!

@ribjimoh listen if you have ear,all these make up stories that you sit&write through human reasoning will keep on derailing you forever, satan designed it for you like that.When did Islam came to be?when was the quran written. Mohammed(Pbh)sat down,copy some part of d old testament&presented it to you as holy book. If your mohammed could not deny the existence of JESUS then who are you to do so?

eledalo: Im more concerned about the awards. South-South awards? In New York? Awarding Prime Minister of Lesotho?
What does this mean

At least someone here has brain!

rbjimoh: . @Erics, read this. When someone asked me recently how I came into the fold of Islam, I was taken aback and a bit surprised. For I have never thought of my coming into Islam as having one critical turning point. When did I first question Catholicism? When did I first want to become a Muslim? The answers to these questions and many others require more thought than I could have ever imagined. To really anwer these questions I have to start at the very beginning so that you understand the point to where I got in my life that led me to finally accept the truth of Islam. I became a Muslim at the age of 67, and I thank God that He has blessed me to become a believer in Islam. “Those whom Allah (in His plan) wills to guide,- He opens their breast to Islam; those whom He wills to leave straying,- He makes their breast close and constricted, as if they had to climb up to the skies: thus does Allah (heap) the penalty on those who refuse to believe.” (Quran 6: 125)
I was raised in a strict Roman Catholic home, the middle daughter of three children. My father worked hard and long every day. He would leave early in the morning each day and would return late at night. All of this so that my mother could stay home and take care of my sisters and me. One very sad and unfortunate day my mother told us that my father had been in a car accident. He passed away suddenly and our whole world turned upside down. With all the changes that were taking place, my mother told us that she would now have to go back to work. My mother, who had once been a nurse, was now forced to work to support us. She found a job in the local hospital, many times working two shifts. But with this newfound responsibility, my mother was no longer able to oversee our upbringing. And although she sent us to Catholic school, her job kept her from keeping a watchful eye on her daughters.
So, with much time to pass and spend, I found myself spending time with my friends at the local cafes. It was there that I met a very nice Musliman man who later became my husband. My mother did not know that I was spending time with this man. In fact, when I told her that I was in love and wanted to get married, she warned that we were from different backgrounds and that we would eventually have problems. She stated that if there were ever children in our future, problems over religion would undoubtedly develop. At twenty years old, I could not imagine that we would have any problems in our marriage. I was so in love and felt so happy that someone would be taking care of me. My husband was not a very religious man at that time, and deep down I felt that I would be able to get him to convert to Catholicism. As for us not having the same ethnic background, I considered myself more open-minded and was excited to be embracing a new culture.
Everything seemed to be going along so perfectly for the next several years. We were happy and not once did culture or religion ever cause us any problems. God blessed us with a beautiful son and then several years later with a beautiful daughter. Still, we went along with our lives and I even began taking my children to church with me. My husband never prevented me from attending weekly Sunday mass. However, after a few times of my taking our children to church, that is when he spoke to me about his not wanting the children to attend church. Frankly, I was angry and upset. “But why not,” I objected. “Any religion is better than none,” I argued. I really could not understand the harm in taking them to church. Up until this point, we had never even discussed religion. In fact, I had never even questioned that there could even be a different religion than Catholicism. I was born a Catholic and thought that Catholicism was the right religion. For explanations that I can’t even put a finger on, it seemed like from this day on, so many problems were now evident. We argued all the time— about everything and everyone. Now, little things became a big deal. Religion became an arguing point between us. The differences in our cultures became something to argue about. We argued about in-laws and most unfortunately, we argued on the upbringing of our children. Everything that my mother warned us about was now coming true.
The only peace and harmony that was now between us was the wisdom, sincerity, concern and love my husband’s father, my father-in-law, had for our marriage. My father-in-law loved his son and grandchildren, yet also genuinely loved me as a daughter. He was a very religious and devout Muslim and was a very wise man. At that time, because I was not surrounded with Islam, my father-in law was the first introduction into Islam I had. He prayed every prayer, fasted during the month of Ramadan, and was very generous to the poor. I could feel his connection to God. In fact, my father-in-law was so kind to the needy that every day after coming home from the dhur prayer at the mosque, he would invite any needy person home to eat lunch with. This was every single day. Up until his death at the age of 95, relatives remembered that he had continued with this habit.
My father-in-law did not like the arguing between my husband and me and counseled us to find a solution before the children suffered as a result of our fighting. He tried desperately to help us find a solution. He warned his son to allow me room to practice my religion, but it was no longer about religion anymore. I felt frustrated and desired to take a break. When I asked my husband for a separation, he agreed that perhaps it was the best thing for our marriage. You know the saying, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Well, not in our case. In fact, the absence made our hearts grow further apart. After the separation, we both wanted a permanent separation and agreed on a divorce. Although I desperately wanted my children to live with me, we both felt that it would be better for the children to be raised by their father. He was in a much better position, financially, to raise them and give them many comforts; something I was not prepared to give. How I longed for them every night. I moved back with my mother and continued seeing my children every weekend. My ex-husband would drop off our children on Friday afternoons and pick them up early Sunday mornings. Although this arrangement hurt, it was better than nothing.
Each night before going to bed, I would read from the Bible. When my children were visiting me, I would read them a passage regardless of whether my children understood or not. After reading a passage, one night I would seek help from Jesus, the next night from the angels, the next night from the different saints, the next night from the Virgin Mary. But one night we had no one else to ask, I had run out of Saints. So I said ‘ now we’re going to ask God’. My son said ‘Okay, now who is God?’ I said ‘He’s the one who created you, who created me. He is forever our neighbor’. So he was pondering, he was thinking about those words. To my explanation, I rubbed my cross again. I said ‘now thank God’. He looked at the cross and said ‘Mamma, who is this?’ I said ‘This is God. He’s the son of God’. He said ‘You just told me a minute ago that God is forever. How come this one is dead?’ I never, never in my whole life realized that fact. He asked me where does this god come from? And I said, he came from the womb of Mary, of the Virgin Mary. He said ‘Oh, so he was born sometime before’. I said ‘well, yes’. But then he said ‘But you told me that he’s forever. He never dies and he’s never born. My son, who was now about eight, asked me directly, “Mama, why don’t you just ask God for help?“ I was surprised and stunned and remember feeling a bit shocked that he would question my religion. I told him that I also ask God. Little did I know that this son of mine would grow up to be a constant thorn in my side, always reminding me about the need to worship the One, True God. Thank God.
I ended up remarring a few years later and relocated to Australia with my new husband. My ex- husband, who had also remarried, moved his family to Saudi Arabia. I longed to see my children but eventually it was in Italy where I started a new family and became the mother to three more daughters. Still, every single night I would pray, “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.“ The years passed quickly and busily. I was so excited one summer; my son and daughter would be coming to visit me. So many things raced through my mind. Would they be happy to see me after such a long absensce? What would we talk about? I prayed for help. All of my fears evaporated the first time I laid eyes on my children at the airport. There was an instant bond between mother and children and it was if little time had elasped. My son was the more vocal of the two. He made sure to remind me that they do not eat pork, nor could they eat foods that contained alcolhol. I told him that I remember that about his religion. I also told him that I also do not eat pork, nor drank alcolhol, a habit that remained from the time I was married to his father. As for the wine, well, I would make sure to stop cooking with it while they were home with me.
We had a beautiful summer, getting to know each other, them getting to know their new sisters, pickinicking, going on outings, swimming. I did not want it to end. But I knew that they had their life back in Saudi Arabia and they needed to get back. I asked my daughter the dreaded question of how her step-mother treated her, and I honestly felt happiness when she said she was treated like a daughter.
My children visited me together two more times after that summer. When my son turned 21, he came to live with me for 6 months. We would argue religion—boy, would we argue religion! My son and I are somewhat similar in personality, but we do have our differences – and very obvious ones at that! Whilst I’m very hot tempered in disputes, my son is a lot cooler, so he tends to maintain a sense of calm while I’m borderline crazy! Despite this clash, I believe it works in our favor in that we can find balance within our discussion. We’re very much alike in that we are loving, generous and helpful people. What I admire most about my son is his dedication to almost everything he does. He is a sweet, gentle person, but has strong ethics and aims to achieve whatever he puts his mind to, which I respect a lot. I admire his ability to keep a level head in the most stressful of situations. He’s very logical and won’t dwell too long over a problem. He just attempts to find solutions and neutralize situations as much as possible. I continued to pray that my son would find it in his heart to convert to Catholicism. I so badly wished that he would become a priest—I felt he would make a fine preacher. He was a good boy, and God-fearing at that. Good qualification for the Priesthood. When I once told him that he would make a wonderful priest, my son smiled and replied that it would be more likely that his mother would After 6 months, though, my son expressed desire to leave for the United States. He eventually settled in America and made a home in Miami, Florida. Meanwhile, I became a widow with one teenager daughter left in the house. My son really wanted for me to join him in America, so I left to the States with my 17-year-old daughter. We very much liked it in America and my daughter quickly started to make a life for herself. Nothing had changed for my son and me—we continued talking about Catholicism and Islam and neither one of us would ‘give up‘. Sometimes, when the subject of the Trinity came up and I could not find any answers or rebuttal to him, I would just put up my hand and walk away. I would get very angry for what I saw was his attacking my religion.
“Why can’t you be like everyone else,“ I asked. “Other Muslims accept me and do not try to convert me.“ “I’m not like everyone else,“ he answered. “I love you. I am your son and I want you to go to Paradise.“ I told him that I am going to Paradise—I am a good, honest woman, who doesn’t lie, steal, or cheat.“ My son answered, “These things are neccessary and helpful in this wordly life, however in the Quran it is stated many times that Allah does not forgive Shirk (Polytheism). The Quran says that the ONLY sin that God will not forgive is associating partners with Him, but He forgives anything else to whom He wills.” He begged me to read and learn and discover Islam. Books were brought so that I might open my mind. I refused. Born a Catholic, I will die a Catholic.
For the next 10 years, I remained living near my son, his wife, and family. I desired, though, to also spend some time with my daughter, who was still living in Saudi Arabia. It wasn’t easy to get a visa. My son joked that if I just accepted Islam, that would be the visa to enter Saudi Arabia; for I would then be able to get an Umrah visa. I told him sternly that I wasn’t a Muslim. After much hard work and a few connections, I was given a visitor‘s visa to visit my daughter, who was now the mother of three children. Before leaving, my son held me in a bear hug, and told me how much he loved me, how badly he wanted Paradise for me. He then went on to say how he had everything he had wanted in this life, except for a Mother who was a Muslim. He told me that he prayed to God (Allah) every single day that He (SWT) would change my heart to accept Islam. I told him that that would never happen.
1. I visited my daughter in Saudi Arabia and fell in love with the country, the weather, and the people. I didn’t want to leave after the 6 months so I requested an extension. I would hear the athan (call to prayer) 5 times a day and would see the faithful ones close their shops and walk off to prayer. Although that was very touching, I continued reading from my Bible every morning and evening and would constantly say the rosary. Not once did my daughter or any other Muslim person ever speak to me about Islam or try to get me to convert. They respected me and allowed me to practice my religion.
My son was coming to Saudi Arabia to visit me. I was so happy—I had missed him so. No sooner did he come was he again after me, talking religion and the Oneness of God. I was angry. I told him that I have been in Saudi Arabia for over one year and not once has anyone ever spoken about religion to me. And he, on his second night here, is so quick to begin the preaching. He apologized and again told me how much he wanted me to accept Islam. I again told him that I something that just did not make any logical sense. He reminded me that even I had questions about this. I told him that everything does not have to make sense—you just have to have faith. He seemed like he accepted this answer and I was happy that I finally won a discussion on religion. My son then told me to explain the miracle of Jesus to him. Aha, I thought! I am finally getting somewhere. I explained the miracle birth of Jesus, the Virgin Mary, Jesus dying for our sins, God breathing His Spirit in him, Jesus as God, Jesus as the Son of God. He was quiet the entire time I was talking—no rebuttal—my son, quiet? He then quietly asked, “Mamma, if Jesus died for our sins on a Friday, and then as you say, he was resurrected three days later on a Sunday, then who ruled the world for those three days? Mamma, explain that to me?” I thought about the logic to this question and at that moment, I knew that it did not make any sense.
I said, “Jesus was the son of God. Jesus and God are one and the same. My son replied, “Cows have calves; little cows. Cats have kittens; little cats. Humans have children; little humans. When God has a son, what is he? A little God? If so, then do you have two Gods?” Then he asked, “Mama, can you ever become a God?” What a ridiculous question I told him. Humans can never be a God. (Now, I was really getting angry) He then asked, “Was Jesus a human being?” I replied, “Yes.” He then said “Therefore, he could never be God.” The claim that God became man is also an absurdity. It is not befitting of God to take on human characteristics because it means that the Creator has become His creation. However, the creation is a product of the creative act of the Creator. If the Creator became His creation, it would mean that the Creator created Himself, which is an obvious absurdity. To be created, He would first have to not exist, and, if He did not exist, how could He then create? Furthermore, if He were created, it would mean that He had a beginning, which also contradicts His being eternal. By definition creation is in need of a creator. For created beings to exist they must have a creator to bring them into existence.God cannot need a creator because God is the Creator. Thus, there is an obvious contradiction in terms. The claim that God became His creation implies that He would need a creator, which is a ludicrous concept. It contradicts the fundamental concept of God being uncreated, needing no creator and being the Creator. Knowing I did not have an answer to him, I replied, “Let me think about the answer.”
That evening, I thought long and hard about what my son said. The idea that Jesus as the son of God did not make sense to me anymore. I also could not accept the fact as Jesus and God being one in the same. Before going to sleep that night, my son told me to pray to God before going to sleep and ask Him alone to guide me to the right path. I promised my son that I would sincerely supplicate to God for the anwer. I went to my room and read from the book my son had given me. Next, I opened the Holy Quran and began to read. It was if something had been lifted from my heart. I felt different. I saw the truth in Islam. What had I been fighting against all these years?
That night I prayed to God alone—not to Jesus, not to Mary, not to the angels or saints or holy spirit. Just to God I cried and asked for guidance. I prayed that if Islam was the right choice to please change my heart and mind. I went to sleep and the next morning I woke up and announced to my son that I was ready to accept Islam. He was astonished. We both began to cry. My daughter and granddaughter were called out and watched as I submitted, “There is no God except Allah and Muhammad (pbuh) is His Messenger and Last Prophet.“ I felt a changed woman. I was happy, as if someone had lifted a veil of darkness from my heart. Everyone who knew me couldn’t believe that I had converted. Sometimes I couldn’t even believe it! But Islam felt so right, so peaceful, so serene!
After my son left back to the states, I learned how to recite Surah-al-Fatiha in Arabic and have since learned how to perform the prayers. I continued with life as before; except now I am a Muslim. I always loved attending family gatherings with my daughter, and social events as well. I would attend family and friends weddings, henna parties, baby showers (aqiqah) and the gatherings when someone died. About 6 months after I had converted to Islam, I was at a funeral gathering that readlly touched my heart and reinforced what a beautiful religion Islam is. A young boy had died from a sickness. As my daughter was getting ready to leave for the condolences, I asked her if she knew the family well. She answered that she did not. “Then why go?“ I asked. “Because the family is grieving, and it is my duty in Islam to go and perhaps offer any support that I can.“ I decided to dress and go with her. I went along with my daughter to pay condolences to the boy’s family and was overwhelmed at the number of people in attendance. I was surprised and touched that so many people came to give the family support. All I could think of as I saw the family grieving was what a beautiful religion Islam was that so many people felt it their responsibility to give their support. And that one event, where Muslims were showing an outpoor of sympathy is another moment that proved the beauty of Islam.
I have been a Muslim for three years now, Alhamdullilah. Since that time, I have performed Umrah twice with my son and daughter. My son, daughter and I visited the Kabaah and the Holy Prophet’s Mosque in Madinah. I just celebrated my 70th birthday Alhumdullilah. Sometimes I think back to all the hardship and heartache that I must have caused my son, but my son was extremelly happy to serve me by also being a means to bring me to Islam. He then said, that the Prophet (SAW) told a person, “ Paradise lies under the feet of mothers". The meaning of the Hadith is that you should serve your mother and take good care of her. It is for sure by being at my feet that there was paradise for both of us. I also wonder if my daughter would have applied a little pressure on me, I might have become a Muslim sooner. But my son reminded me that Allah is the best of planners. And it is only He (SWT) that can give a person Hidaya (Guidance). “ Indeed it is not such that you can guide whomever you love, but Allah guides whomever He wills. “ (Quran 28:56). The best thing that Allah had honored me is by guiding me to the path of Islam and making me a Muslim, and inshAllah enter together with my son in Paradise. “. Ameen
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I took my precious time to read through this story you culled from islambulletin.Firstly the woman had a little knowledge about the Almighty God,the Holy Spirit&Jesus,the Christ.Though,its an old story you guys keep recycling. Its sooo unfortunate that she is LOST,she failed her children as well.The Bible says (Prov.22:6) "train a child in a way he should go &if he grow he will not depart from it".Her parents failed to train her in d way of d Lord&she in turn failed her children.May God have mercy on her soul if she dies a Muslim&go to hell.

Wadeoye: Let us assume you are right. How come countries like UAE, Saudi, Quatar, Bahrain, Kuwait, Iran, etc are so blessed with so much resources? The place everybody (the rich I meant) wants to go, relax and invest their money is Dubai, a muslim city that will deny anybody with Isreali stamp on his passport entry. Tell me why your God that cursed all enemies of Isreal, leftout UAE and the other countries listed above. Have you ever stepped out of your village to see some of those places?

As if Israelis are complaining. Let the Muslims in those areas misbehave nah! Can you imagine what would have become of UAE,Dubai now if they had been al-quaeda HQ or if your Osama Bin Laden had gone there after 9/11?

odehaj: "They would simply like to wipe us off the face of the earth and they have no reservations about harming innocent civilians"~Netanyahu(Israeli PM)

Why is it that an averag Islamist fighter can't fight without human/civilian shield?see Boko haram nah!

"They would simply like to wipe us off the face of the earth and they have no reservations about harming innocent civilians"~Netanyahu(Israeli PM)

"The terror organizations hurt our citizens with premeditation, while they deliberately conceal themselves behind their own citizens"-Netanyahu...... Don't mind them my brother in Christ,God will give you the needed wisdom&might to fight them.As their nature they(Boko haram) do it here in Nigeria too,after throwing bomb deliberately they will go &use civilian as shield then some retardeen would said jtf is committing genocide.

Imanuelle: How u wan c fulani marry when dem dun already marry finish before 15?

you are right!they get married quite early most especially the rural fulanis.marriages are don among their close relatives at a very tender age. I have a fulani family as a neighbour&we live well.