Postby Basra- » Tue Nov 12, 2013 5:29 pm
Dear Sir Lug,
I beg your pardon. I do appreciate your proposal of marriage, it is surely the best a lady of my statue could hope to receive. Although I am blessed with a good family name, and a noble back round--I am dirt poor. Your wealth and peerage knighted "Sir" is more than a bonus. Please allow me to think, re-think and think more for the pros and cons of your offer. I will respond to you in a bout week. God bless you.
Yours, sincerely Lady Basra.
Dear L. Basra,
I am baffled. In fact enraged and quite stupefied at your arrogance and smug self satisfied self. How dare you make me wait? I am rich. I am an aristocrat. I am not Hawiya. What other objections could there be? Please, respond promptly as my blood is boiling, infinitely.
Irate--Lion Sir Lug.
Dear Sir Lug,
I beg you to burn this letter upon finishing it. As per your humble request, I visited Lady Basra and begged her confession as to why she is wallowing on whether to marry you. With great reluctance and discomfort, she finally told me the whole truth. But as a muslim woman and respectable one at that, I cannot repeat it, under any circumstances. Therefore, I am sorry inaa adeer. I beg your forgiveness, and beg you to not bother me with this subject going forward.
Yours- Maternal first cousin --Mrs. Kambuli.
Dear Lady Basra,
This matter cannot wait. I promise you I will storm to your estate, shoot your father and kiss the hand of your noble delighful mother, and then shove her aside. I will climb the illustrious marble stairs to your room, burst the door open and murder you. Please, for the sake of mercy-- answer me quickly! What is your point of objection???
Extremely mad Sir Lug.
Dear Sir lug,
Please do no be angry upon reading this letter. If you find yourself with deep anger and suicidal or homicidal urge, please recite a dua. My major point of objection to our union is a biological one. Rumor reached me via your ex lovers, name unmentioned ( Kambuli) that you have a small Gu.s. As you can imagine, my happiness cannot depend on a small membrane that can cause me an insurmountable distress. There is no nobility or respect in a small Gu.s. I hope I am not terribly direct and vulgar. I beg your pardon, Sir Lug. God bless.
Yours Future friend, Lady Basra.