Basra, the large bright eyed beauty was walking downtown with her niece. It was an impulsive desicion to go shopping today. The weather permitted, alhamdhulilah, it was bright, sunny and crispy cold. She was dressed in her upto knee brown leather boots. A matching, very expensive upto the her knees winter coat was improvised, her niece could not stop complimenting how much beautiful her aunt looked. Basra, obviously, rejected any compliments and any praises with little effort than it ought to be. As they walked down the street her little niece, in her cutesy 13 years old both side pony tail hair-- continued to interrogate her aunt.
"Aunt Basra, you always look beautiful. You are always well put. I am a constant student of your fashion, style and beauty. It must be genetics, my mom, your sister, is also pretty, but not as gorgeous as you.You must feel blessed."
Basra not really listening to her little niece, totally aware men in the streets are violating her with stares and imagination, and totally engrossed in the deceiving appearance of 'not knowing' that people are lustfully starring at her- is caught off guarded and quickly asked her niece to repeat her question. The niece obligingly asked again and basra had that mischievious smile on her face to explain to her new student. "My dear, genetics has little to do with my beauty. Ok granted, it is important to have that sharp facial formation, that beautiful, ilustrious caramel skin on the summer,red light skin on the winter, the perfect nose, lips,great wavy hsir, eye brows, but i truly think beauty is how one handles it and runs it,"
The niece puzzled and seriously attentive asked for clarification.
"Well, dear- there is no need for clinical clarification here. This is all primal and instictive. Its biological. You work what u have, and if you have beauty, add attitude, perfume, beautiful attire. You have to walk the right way, carrry yourself the right way.Demand admiration as opposed to kindly wish for one. Even as you walk and only your back is visible, tha back of you as to speak loud. It has to say - SEXY!"
As basra was explaining this mechanical, primal instictive lesson to the novice niece, an adoon cadilac passes by and honks at Basra.
Basra rolls her eyes and whispers--- EXHIBIT A.
Basra walks uninterrupted, she never even glances at the adoon car, with practice she has intuition that it is an adoon honking at her, she looked at her niece, shook her head and forbid her ever to acknowledge these chimp, barbaric ritual courting of beating the chest upon spotting a female with a good size of ass.
Her niece retorted back. "More like Exhibit E- aunt.
Basra looks surprisingly at her niece and asks what she meant.
"Well, aunt- i realize from the time we got off our car, which is exactly 7 minutes, we have been starred, honked on and whistled at by every race of men, white, black, indian,skinny farah, the whole nine yard A, B, C, D, and E noise. I am merely pointing out mathmathetics."
Basra smiles with a temporary pride at her little smart niece. She continues her lesson as she walks into a mall by the a La Prada decadent store.
"Nosilinia, you my dear should not observe me this much. Can you act like a 13 year old and enjoy this rare outing. Enjoy the downtown,the water fountain, the display of saks fifth avenue stores, the smell of perfumania court-- or the barbie doll. I dont want you to be too smart like your aunt. OK Nosilinia? "
Ok Auntie.
Three hours after shopping, Nosilian and Basra come out--totally theraputized, and many shopping bags in their hand.
"Aunty--- that guy who sold you that earing-- he gave your 40% off. He violated some retail store rules i am sure. "
Basra--gave Nosilinia a very nasty stare yet approving at that acknowledgement of beauty sales discrimination.
"That is the story of my life dear.
I dont ask for it and i dont reject it.I was more concerned about his eyes dear, they were violating me in pieces, they were undressing me, i couldnt stop him since i knew a favor was coming. He gave me his number"
Aunty!! Aunty!! TMI!! TOO MUCH INFORMATION!! Basra laughs loud....
Is that the piece of paper u were throwing in the trash as we left the mall?" Nosilinia asked.
"Yes dear.Now, where was i on the lesson of beauty theology'? Basra asked as she fumbled with her bag. Her niece sweetly obliged to remind her aunt.
"I believe you were warning me of the danger of blacks and explicitly using deragatory terms like adoon and chimp to explain a culture phenom." Replied Nosinia as she bite her new bought pink lip gloss.
Nosilinia-- very well put. Mashalaah. Now-- yes,, the chimp shukansi ritual-- my dear-- i absolutely forbid you from ever contaminating the good name of reer elmi bodheri, ......the voice of the aunt and the possessed niece lingered as they disappeared into the night.......... 
