everyone always leaves out Dir, for that im kinda happy we dont want duqons writting about us, watch n learn somalis, basra meeting the fine dir empire ppl n shit, on how I see it. a parody of snet stories and shit for yall to enjoy, so enjoy,nacala abaha cuun
Prince Diriye sits twirling a traditional somali dagger, while he sits idely on the throne (situated in Dire Dawa ),waiting for the news his Father, King Aji (10th of his name), was about to bring. His Father arrives and announces to him ( the prince)
that the Somali from the east, proposed a marriage alliance between the Empire of Dir and the shanty towns of the East ( for some reason was also known as Eastleigh to outsiders), and hence forth brought their finest Somali women along with their Crown Princess (Basra) to present to his son.
Prince Diriye rubbing his forehead contemplates this situation,Confusion is evident on his face, why would the Empire want to incorporate these losers, we have ports, we certainly don't need their salty canjeero, however..
He has seen on TV this "easterners" shaming themselves for the world to see, but most of their models were pretty enough, putting the region on the map, he thinks of all those models shaming themselves on TV, and imagines if one came to the palace, "yoo" he thought that'd be epic, yes truly epic, his face turns into a smile , maybe she might even niko, for no reason! Even though its outlawed in the empire, she might even stab someone wearing the same diraac as her for the lulz, "yoo i need to see this people" he says jokingly
"Allah lets see how crazy these somali people are", he laughs to himself
he says to his father walking close to him, as his father sat reading over land disputes and tenure currently affecting the land. Above his fathers desk where he currently sat, was the Abtirsi list of the royal family of the empire of Dir, as he glanced over the list, he saw how his ancient lineage surpassed over 9000 names, but to outsiders outside the kingdom they compressed it down to the basic "Somali 20 names" in order for the common peasant somalis to comprehend since their basic counting skills were not advanced enough to process numbers past 20.
Laughing at that thought . Prince Diriye looks his father in the eye and says "I will consider it fairly abo"
His father laughs a hearty laugh and says, "LOL we'll check this xalimo out" Prince Diriye Laughs back and says it doesn't hurt to see right? He shakes his father's hand, and walks to his quarters located in the west of the Imperial Palace, But inside himself, he was afraid of what was to come "yo bro what if she does sixir like what I read on somalinet fourms! was that qarxis thread legit? ill have to read it again in the morning, ah whatever we'll see peace" he thinks to himself and falls asleep, two hand maids sing a somali gabay into his ear as his slowly drifts to sleep, on how his people killed the habash n killed them again just for good measure, he has good dreams that night.
Weeks pass and the Eastern Somalis finally arrive, sending their finest women along with their princess, they arrive at the gates of Dire Dawa, (the biggest in the region) wearing their strange clothes "Women wearing traditional arab dress, how strange I thought they were somali?" he mutters to himself, watching from his window up above, he peers closer without falling out of the window trying to get a good peek,
he noticed they were speaking their regional but strange dialect "I'll have to ask Father what abowe means, is that Oromo?" he whispers to no one in particular,
and finally, he noticed them eating their wack food as they wait for the door to be opened "What the...is that woman...Is that blood she is drinking?WTF" he shouts, but catches himself shouting and berates himself for acting rude.
Meanwhile down below the eastern somalis were amazed that the guards can count past the number 20,congratulating them on their effort, The Crown Princess steps down from her carriage and looks around the vast field ac comparing the Imperial palace, Prince Diriye notices this is the Princess, because she was the only one in the delegation wearing shoes, he laughs to himself" she has probably never seen grass before being stuck in that horrible desert" He peers closer as he sees her remove her scarf and displaying her beauty to the world,"Damn he thought she aint that bad looking, she actually looks somali :O " The princess looks to the sky and notices the prince sitting on the ledge of his tower window looking down at her people, the prince looks back and stares for a good 5minutes like any true somali before taking action. Prince Diriye watches from his tower window, thinking it has probably been around 600 years since the Eastern Somalis returned back to Dire Dawa, it's been a long time coming since the battles of Ahmed Gurey, have they regressed for the worst, or grown as we have?, he wondered to himself.
"Ah they finally arrived," he mutters to himself, and quickly descends down the stairs to meet them at the gate.
pt 2 will be in basras pm n shit
