A bunch of high class women approached gurey25 at the request of a relative of his, to encourage gurey25 to marry. gurey25, the great traveler wanted nothing of that nonsense. HE was adamant on his single life.
Basra: U cannot be ignorant of the purpose of our meeting. We are here to propose you marry--Inaa hebel hebel, a prized young girl from your adeer. All Marehaan men are competing over her. She wants you, Baare's nephew.
Gurey: Good for her. I have NO intention of marrying now, nor later but at my own time and my own bride. Can I not make this point clearer?
Marehaan woman 1: But you owe to your family and qabil to produce a male heir.
Gurey: What the fk? AM I a royal king or head of an extinct monarchy line? its freaking 21st century- who gives a crap about those stuff.
Basra: cough cough...
Marehaan woman # 2: Before I start my case-- perhaps Basra you should tell us what u want to say, your coughings scares me.
Basra: (with great reluctance and eye squinting on the ground avoiding eye contact) Well.....cough cough...Perhaps we should leave him alone. Maybe he likes boys.
Marehaahn woman # 3: Naacaala sheytaanta kutaa laaa naaa shuurupp--- don't say that about our dear inaa adeer! What is wrong with u woman?
(suddenly ALL marehaan woman began to punch and pull Lady Basra;s hair and slapping her around as she cried for Yaaa Isaaqaaaaa help me)
