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She Sat there completely bored & scanning through the ugly crowded room of wedding guests.Everyone looked particularly unattractive- & the ONLY wonderful thing to watch was a fashion display of the latest Diraacs in town.The men look exceptional scarry, with their red glarring eyes, madoow badaan complexions, & malnutritionally skinny.Basra sat there with her none diraac attire, her strapless white silk satin flowy gown. She was regal like an undiscovered queen from the himaleyas mountains, only she was polished, articulated & possesed the most brightest white teeth ever bestowed on a perfect pair of full red lips. Her hair all plucked up, pinned with a little tiny tiara that gave her a sparkling look, her face long & rosey cheeks that blushed everytime she smiled. Suddenly a tall, weird moustach man approaches her & asks if he could sit down beside her.


' You may--i dont care' She replied with an indifference look.


"So whose guest are you? The groom or the bride?


She glances at him & faces back the crowd, her lips sealed tightly.Meanwhile she could see her friend Naimo who invited her to her aunts wedding.Naimo was Basra's close friend.Her reer abtii are Hawiya -but thankfully she is Habar Awal.I know- thought Basra to herself, a bizarre mating casualtly.Anyway the man appearing impatient to make her aquaintance continued to bug her.


"You are quite beautiful'

Basra gives him a lazy look, & faces away while shouting out loud.


"I know that"


"Oh you do? I bet you hear that a lot'


"Yes"


"Are you single? '


No.


Oh you are married?


Nope.


You have a fiancee?



Before she could continue --Naimo came running interrupting them.


"Basra--come--let me introduce you to my adeer--Nassir--he is 24-a graduate of Princeton university & very handsome as you can see for yourself.' She spoke while quickly grabbing her hands & dragging her away.While they were going away--Basra asked Naimo who was the man sitting next to her.Naimo glanced back & informed her that was her cousin--inaa--Lacaag Badaan; a recent graduate of Princeton as well--only his family is waay rich.Basra glanced back for the first time observing how handsome the man seem now-- i think it was the sun light that made her look at him favorably this time, she thought to herself.


"Well why dont you introduce me to him-- why are you introducing me to Nassir? I mean --dont get me wrong--Nassir is quite cute, & his Princeton association is fantastic--but he is broke, starting over.No-- lets turn back & go introduce me to that Handsome--cute moustached man over there --who by his stare is wonderfully waiting for me to enter his lonely life'


She spoke while checking through a mini mirrior that she just popped out of her Louis vutton bag-- & put on some light heavy weight red lip stick to fix a deal.Naimo appeared perplexed if not a little ashamed of her diamond digging friend--but being that her friend was a popular--sweet gorgeous friend to have around-- she always ignored her faults & puts on a loyal--subscribed smile.
Their detour back to the now unweird moustache tall man was quickly met--with Basra's quick pace of eager walk.The man stood uprightly & gave a little good teeth smile.

"Oh he has good teeth--thats wonderful to know' Basra whispered to herself.


'Naimo--you didn't see me a while ago---how do you do? Asked the enthusiastic Inaa Lacaag Badaan.


Naimo hugged him softly & quickly apologized for her rudeness of not seeing him a while ago.Finally when the time was completely right & Basra's impatients overtly obvious she made the demanded introductions.



"Walaal May I introduce my best Friend --- Basra"


Basra--smiled foolishly & thought to herself--'I can't believe she said i am her best' friend.The nerve of this woman!! I am not her best friend. I am just an aquaintence of hers- i was just bored at home & acompanied her to this horrid wedding that turned out to be a promising opportunity. She paused her thoughts further & thought upon a second thought-- wait a minute- perhaps its good she says i am her best friend. It will make things easier since her cousin is a catch!!


"How do you do Basra-- i think we briefly met a while ago' Inaa Lacaag Badaan spoke with a happy smile.



"Yes indeed you have walaal. I am sorry---i didn't catch your name--I think Naimo is being rude again not introducing your name' Basra --spoke quickly while extending her hand to him- regally to be gently kissed.


"Oh yes-- I am sorry---quite so --quite so-- His name is Caydiid' spoke a low voiced Naimo.



"What'?? Retorted a shocked Basra.



'Ahhh my name is Caydiid --dear-- I am Naimo's cousin from her mothers side-- u know the Habar gidir side?? Caydiid spoke--while playing with his rolled up moustache.


Basra at this point was stunned. I think she felt cheated & violeted. She was under the impression--he was her cousin from her dads side-- the cute Habar awals. She never imagined he could have come from her moms side. She was stunned & gradually his ugliness became completely obvious. His weird moustache became evident as more as the Habar gidir factor was processing in her head. He removed his shades & exposed his red scarry eyes---upon which Basra felt dizzy, faint & droped on the floor--fainting.

Didn't read a word.

there are 9 billion bicycle in Beijing!

His red eyes and gangsta look made Basra smile. All her life she was looking for that bad boy who would treat her like a shoe from Payless. Basra looked up and smiled at Caydiid.

"Are you okay ?" he asked in a deep Barry White like voice.

Basra looked up and replied with a smile, "I now feel better." His touch as he held her created a tingling-electric sensation that ripped all over her body. No man had ever made her feel this way.

Caydiid helped Basra to her feet which was no easy task. Luckily for Basra, Caydiid was a very fit man who benchpressed 150 pounds in the gym. Naimo ran to the kitchen and fetched Basra some NesQuick to replenish her. Basra slurped down the milk faster than an alley cat in Hargeisa.

Basra could not keep her eyes off the handsome young Hawiye buck. She had always wondered if it was true what was said about Hawiye men, "Once you go Hawiye, you never go back." Basra desired to be with him and thought of how to get rid of her cousin Naimo.

"Naimo, abaayo can you go down to Walgreens and fetch me some Peptobismal."

"Abaayo, don't bother Naimo. I'll be more than happy to go." said Caydiid.

"No, abowe. You are new to town and will probably get lost. "

Naimo sensed what her cousin was up to. However, she realized that Caydiid was a playa and would add Basra to his statistics. She left and headed out to fetch her cousin's medication.

TO BE CONTINUED

What will Basra do ? Is Caydiid going to accept her advances ? Will Basra discover what Hawiye men have in common with Dameer ? More coming soon !

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL@Abdi


You are a FOOOL but u can write!

Basra ... U wait my fellow Habar Clan woman

By the time I am done with part II, u will never type Hawiye in this forum

Abdi@lol Bring it on!


Actually this was dedicated to our articulate 'caydiid' here in the forums. LOOL

Basra- good one.

I don't like the habar-parts though

Too many HABARs spoil the soup. Next time use odey.

Could you draft a story about your flight ( a coming to America- somali version).

Did you live in Muqdisho? Have you ever been to Somalia? or are you one of those somalis all over the world who benifitted from the civil war- given the opportunity to move oversease?

Caydid@loooolHabars


Aren't you from Habar something?? Are you disowning your tribe?? or are you an abgaal hence the 'odey'???

Me live in muqdisho??? NO--my family did before they fled.


Write my own parody of 'coming to america' ??--That would defeat the purpose! For as a caricature, burlesque-satirical writer- I specialize in the writing of making fun of others.Thats my speciality-- writing about my experiences coming to America--although vague in my memory since i was an impressionable todler-- looks unpromising.I will make fun of myself- which is not cute at all. I cannot afford self deprication dear-- i only live to mock & laugh at others.Thats my absolute number one charm-- wont u agree dear??

This was actually pretty good. Abdi's input added flavour.

Basra- No I am neither habar or odey .

You need some spice to your story. Drama is about the begining and the end- you could put some acts[the habar habaaran] in the middle but dramalogy is about the start and the end.

You did not answer my question. Are you from Xamar? What is your memory? Have you been to Utanga and dadaad refugee camps? How did you come to America?

I forgot to add.

Your book has no cover- henceforth nothing to judge.

Mikey@lol

The ONLY reason u 'openly' like this ensombo piece is because i did NOT make fun of you- none of the 'Tiara' joke commonly ascribed you was included.(I know u always love my writing--but admire in silence lol)

Also reason # 2-- u also liked this one coz abdi made an attempt to make fun of me!! MOI??? The queen of making fun of others???

Caydid


I am not writing an epic novel or a dramalogy as you call it. I merely attempt to write a short satire about much ado about nothing. ( My speciality if you will .... )


Why are you interogating me dear?? I sense some sort of psychological investigation going on here-- the subject of the case naturally is the discover the root of my resentment against your people--or should i say you qabil.


If you must insist-- my history will be briefed. I was in Kuwait--travelled to xamar when i was a todler & then settled in America.So nothing exraordinary really other than---the fascination of myself.

PS: Au contraire-- my book does have a cover.There is a symbolic meaning to the title. You are essentially the book---your initial looks a cover for something other than a Habar gidir & last not least-- i did the 'judging' thinking u were probably a Habar Awal. LOOOOOOOOOOL