"How do you do -- Mr. Koronto- It is really a pleasure meeting you at last" Said Basra..
" Thank You Ma'am, I am pleasantly well. i have heard alot of you as well, from my dearest zulaika here" spoke MR. Koronto.
The little hobbit responded while looking up at his love in admiration of disgustfulness. He spoke while bowing his head in a quite surprising gentleman like manner. Basra was particulaly surprised to see this man speak so well.His English enounciation was pleasing, yet the mouth that the words came from was conspicuously frightful. It was pure black, Basra has never seen such very madoow lips in her entire life. The hostess was exceedingly puzzled. He looked at his new and timid wife, giddily professing his love and lucky to have her. Basra meanwhile couldn't help but smile and glare at the silent, sheepish zulaika in his arms, behind him a little.
"Zulaika you are awfully silent my dear, are you alright? Asked Basra curiously.
'Yes, i am fine Basra- as long as i have him (she squeezes her hand and stares into his eyes lovingly) - Basra as long i have him and he has me, i am well on the way to euphoria happiness."
Said zulaika with a little softer, puppy voice of tone. Meanwhile Mr. Hobbit, ...excuse me, Mr Koronto--stood there proudly, fondling his sideway rolled up moustache. Basra did not reply in fear of appearing uncivil and rude.
Next It was the honoree, Her Holliness Helwa herself. She arrived very modestly in her attire.A plain white Hijaab and a sombre grey full dressed burkha. Basra was thankful at least she did not wear thos ninja burkah to cover face. The white hijjab was appropriate, it expose her pleasant robust round chubby cheek. Where she smiled, and that was not very often, her face looked almost pretty. Basra tried best to catch her smiling by suggesting--relevant flattery- like her little muslima white hijjab fashion with the rest of her burkha was magnificently well put together; grounds to go to heaven she assured her. Hearing heaven and her, Helwa smiled-- and Basra promptly confirmed her hidden beauty.
They exchanged small talk and Helwa suggested to Basra to cover up, and also randomly asked Basra if her husband attended the party. Basra was somewhat puzzled at this question but quickly rubbed it off! While they were busy exchanging little harmless gossip that her holliness enjoyed participating in, in came Sir Luggoyo inopportunely, in a brown Khamis and a stylish golden fashionable walking cain. Tall, proud and a bit overtly snobbish, entered the house with a big smile on his Abdilaahi Yusuf face. He eyes Basra from head to toe, licked his lower lip and quickly extended his hands to shake with the hostess. Helwa stood there as she saw the spectable before her, obviously disgusted.She saw Basra wiggling her eyes obviously responding to the excessive stare, flattery attention that was being thrown at her, made her uncomfortable, not to mention Sir lug's lips licking all over the place.
'Basra, Basra Basra-- Cadeey-- here you are, looking very --- aaahhh ...l. hhhhmmm exactly as i would want you to look. "
He spoke while he shook her hands vigorously and shakingly.
'Sir Lug-- I am not dressed for you, and please-- you are shaking hands too vigorously, let go my please." Basra spoke a beautiful disarming perfect devious smile.
" Ha Ha Ha " Sir Lug laughs in his scary roaring laughter.
"Sir Lug-- you have met Helwa right" Basra asks as she politely pointed her hand to Helwa
Sir Lug quickly changed facial demeanor, stopped laughing and quickly extended his hands to be appear at least serious.But Helwa rudely refused to extend her hand, stating she does not shakes hands with men, since it will break her Salat Cleansing.
" I do apologize your sheikhness, you are looking good by the way' Sir lug try to throw his flattery on the stiff, guest, but she was not impressed, i think the image of wiggling eyes and licking of lips was still on her mind, so she was not in the mood to forgive or appear cordial in any manner. They both proceeded to the dinning room together silently, and Basra was left behind there-- making a relief sigh, rolling her eyes, and so very glad, a part of the 'grand fake acting' is over. She now only had to look forward to the dinner table and small witty dinner conversations.
Padisha arrived with a gift box full of all brands of tea. As We know Padisha is a connoiseur of tea, from indian tea , kenyan to timbaktu. Padisha is an interesting guest- there is no one sex, to identify Padisha. Dressed in suspenders, boyish look, yet she is a a female.Basra just decided to call her he, since i guess by outfit we can deduce what gender she prefers.
" Oh thank you for this lovely gift Padisha, you are truly adorable' Basra remarked aloud with a big smile on her face, and a sort of wonder about the fashion faux pas.
"Oh you are welcome Basra- I put them together last night actually. There are seven brand of tea in there, i recommend the Shang Hai tea especially; when consumed first thing in the morning, after a brief puff and duff of smeling it, it can make wonders to your overall bio organic splendor."
Padhisha spoke with clear knowledgeable enthusiasm but more information than what Basra needed to hear.
"Ahhhh i thank you Padisha this is lovely" She replied while pretending to be amazed with her gift, looking at the well, wraped box.
'i was wondering if both of us can get into a tea investment, since you do have an endowed bank account Basra! I think it will be profitable. " Padisha spoke while solemnly looking serious.
'Aaahh indeed Padisha, we will talk about it later, the dinning room is this way" Basra felt it diabolically important to stop this madness with a cold, interruption and re-direction.
Ismahaan arrived with her Habar gidir Masaii. The tallest man i ever saw, holding a very tall Ismahaan as well, with long nose, small mouth and long face.She wore a positive cut through black strapless evening dress. Her boo didn't talk or smile.
"Ismahaan-- look at that long nose-- very cute indeed. Come give me a hug, long time no see! Your cousin zulaika was just here with her new boo,you ilmaa diini dalaal have sure declared Habar gidir clan the fashion to marry into nowadays. Both of you have handsome little HG's in your arm, that is charming really! " Said she while starring at the gigantic but skinny red eyed man beside her.
"Basra i am glad you approve. You know how much i value your opinion, and always look forward to them. If you were not married to that devil handsome Habar Yonis hubby, i would find you one yourself." Ismahaan replied with spirit!
Basra was silently horrified of course that Ismahaan would suggest such a horrendous idea but assured the mad woman that she was absolutely correct.
Later, As she was about to greet an approaching kambuli in a mans suit, and a sad fat Nabeela affectionately holding an angry black cat,one will assume it is juju, Basra decided to skip this Welcome greetings and run to her laptop, whom she saw Helwa snooping on from a distant! As she came near to Helwa, suddenly Helwa's cell phone rang,and she got up without logging off her Yahoo inbox mail. Basra decided it was just too good a day to miss this opportunity to learn more about her favorite honoree guess. She sat and read went through the mail. Basra was traumatized at what she read :
TO: Ahmend Dheq
From: Helwa
My dear love, you know how this pains me to do this. I have to break up with you, it is tearing me apart. If i can't have you 100%, i can't have you at all. Divorce that skanky hoe wife of yours, or no more snooking kissing and ......
Basra paused from reading, and looked at her back to see if anyone was looking.She was aghast at Helwa's language and aggressiveness! Basra was conflicted as to what she should do. She had an internal ethic battle in her mind, was it right to read such personal affairs'? Screw it, she continue to read.......
kissing and you know-- doing the thing. I like that little thing we did the other day, you know that position....
Basra paused, and could not see herself continue reading any further.She wasn't really sure whether her reason to continue reading was the idea of being mortified by reading explicit sexual contents or that it came from the usual perceived holliness mind of a devout religious wannabe. Basra searched for other somewhat pg 13 and interesting email.
To Helwa
From Ahmed Dheq
Helwa my sweet naughty nun, you make me feel alive. Your hot,,,,pair of.....
Hault..... Basra quickly stopped as she felt an impending marathon of puke approaching so she continued to read other emails.One particular email dated March 7th caughter her eyes.It was from a familiar name she thought she knew. The name of Elmi Bodheri, Basra's actual husband. What? She cried softly, devastated and thinking twice before reading and discovering what it could. My God is Helwa an undercover Married man chaser? Is this why at her arrival she asked about my husband, if he was to attend?Basra began to think once-- Helwa warned her to get out of somalinet and take care of her husband before he goes somewhere! That somewhere' comment scared her and sort of hinted that she knew where this somewhere he goes. At any rate Basra quickly open the email to read, her cheek flushing red, she removed her BE initial white hankerchief and wiped of her forehead and the top of her bossom. She read :
From Elmi Bodheri
To Helwa
Hellow Miss Helwa, thank you for your informative email.
Basra--paused and thought--well this is a good beginning-- The Miss Helwa' shows some good formality etiquette, so i am sure nothing can come about it. She continued to read more
Informative email. I know you mean well to warn me that my Basra is spending too much time on the forum, but i see no problem with it. She is free to do so, and i dont like to control my wife in anything she does.I have read her posts, and i find them jovial, funny and you know very great prose. As to the flirtations that you continually emphasized in the letter- i see them harmless and completely amusing. We did have a talk about it and she promised me not to flirt too much, so thank you, Miss Helwa, Have a great day now!
Mr E B.
Huh???? Basra was absolutely puzzled by this interesting email. First of all, she was pleased her husband defended her and totally dismissed this ...helwa, but she was pissed off at the rate of his comfort with her. She didn't like iT! She quickly looked through deleted mails to see anything fishey. Basra saw a bunch of soft porn emails--with always the same theme-- a priest romancing his nun or a sheikh sharing the same drinking straw wih his muslimaah assitant or eating pasta, a single long pasta until the mouth meet to kiss"
Iiieeeeew" Basra cried softly....
She then went to 'Sent' emails and discovered she recently sent an email to her husband .
To Elmi Botheri
From Helwa
Since i last read your polite, nice email, i didn't think of anything else. I want you. You are so understanding and goood, i can tell from your writing! How can you stay with a woman like Basra? She is bad for you! Come to mama! I will show you magic!
Assalaam Aleikum, Helwa.
Basra gasped in torment! I think she was more particularly mad, or offended, at the hyprocritic nice lovely ending signature of 'Assalaam Aleikum' more than anything else, even the shocking ' come to mama' comment! Basra whispered Caudubilaahi, i think- 23 times in the short of duraction of 30 seconds.
(to be continued whem time allows)
I am a brat, i always blame others. Anyway good nite macaanto i need to go to bed, its time for -- sweet dreams! 
