"I hail from Habar yonis-- the best of the Habars"
One skinny Marehaan woman who appeared offended by the remark. asked what she meant 'the best'--does she think her qabil is better than others"?
"No, no-- absolutely---not. I not only think-- i know.We r very select special qabil-- we posses the most beauticious species of somali brethrem, certainly among the reer isxaaq dominion, most certainly the rest of somalia"
The women began to look at each other with gradual sense of infuriation, irritation and slow anger. Nabs decided to walk out for a smoke to cool herself off.Another marehaan woman asked another question.
"what is your opinion of Darood or especially Marehaan"?
Basra smiled sweetly at the innocent looking skinny another tom boyiish marehaan girl before answering, almost hastingly.
"Well....i think the ...Faqaaas......ooopps i mean-- i think the Daroods r certainly better than the Hawiya"
"In what respect?" The little tomboyiish girl retorted, ever more curious..if not remotely upset.
Basra looked at Qansa, held his hand affectionately-- and qansa---lifted the hand and kissed it. They looked at each others eyes and like a prince--saved Basra from this topic . HE changed the topic to their love and where they first met. Qansa regailed them with tales of fantastic fantasy and story book tales of how he pursuid her and proposed, which NONE of the marehaan women were prepared to digest. They were All seathing with repressed and confined heterations.
OF all the women- a particular chubby, talkative one caught Basra's attention. She was constantly eye-ing her with an evil eye and checking basra from head to toe. This woman later introduced as Fadumo dixon was apparently qansa's high school sweet heart.
"SO u r basra-- the woman who has taken the love of my life!" Remarked Fadumo D., intensely gazing into basra's soul.
"Now FD. come on now. Can u cut the crap. Leave my honey basra alone" Qansa spoke as he put his arm around the very afraid basra.
"What? I am just trying to make a conversation.She is definitely- a whitey wanna be! Look at her attire. It all speaks of a desperate need to blend in with the Blonde ville squard!"
"excuse me? Basra retorted, utterly feeling threatened & insulted. There were nearly seven more Marehaan women behind fadumo, and obviously Basra was NOT dumb enough to think of a physical cat fight! So she resorted to a dialogue cat fight! Before she could attack--Fadumo began to yap.....
"I am kidding sister.I am just confused or suspicious as to what a pretty thang like u would be interested in my Qansa? U can have any man u want.Even an isaaq....excuse me...an "habar yonuuus" one, why go after our reer diini prince? (Qansa blushed at this secret code revival of shukaansi or declaration and flushed a sparkling smile.But he dared or was smart enough not show Basra his gleefulness) . Fadumo continued to speak...
" U r exceedingly pretty Madam, and when i lived in dixon, toronto, girls like u --had the most handsome men ever.I am questioning your motives in general, thats all"
"I am sorry.... is--that an apology? Or A Ku-dhimo compliment? which is which? I am confused here." Basra -replied with fire in her eyes. Her rosey cheeks blushing not out of anger but afraidness that the manly looking, marehaan woman would gang up on her. She knew Qansa could not protect her as he was a feeble little skinny farah with his own mental issues but adorable and romantic at the same time.
"Jump and bite her ears" came a shout at the back, of the marehaan women shouted.
"Hold up! Hold up! Basra lets go inside, i dont like what is going on here." Qansa..tried to drag Basra inside when before he or Basra knew it-- the Marehaan women beseiged both of them. Four women immediately jumped on Qansa and literally sat on him. A sqeecky mouth like painful noise could be heard in the midst of the piling of women. Qansa whispered ....inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon' --i guess one would hope for himself since he knew he was going to die. Meanwhile Basra was dragged by the hair- fadumo biting her neck. "aahhh it tickles" Basra cried, foolishly not grasping the danger she was in. Three women held each of her hands as fadumo--began to slap her silly! Again, Qansa's''....inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon...could be heard getting louder and louder.....untill suddelly...a shocking thing happen.....
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