The Erotic Tales of Scherazade No.1: The Tale of the Caliph of Ishfahan, the Slave Girl Kim-al-din Hasan and The Nemesis Bird. With homage and acknowledgement to the authors of the Tales of the Arabian Nights. "Then, if it pleaseth Allah, let me tell you O King of the tale of the Caliph of Ishfahan, the slave girl Kim-al-Din Hasan and the Nemesis Bird. S...
Chapter Twenty-One James phoned Carolyn late evening and they chatted for twenty minutes, but he could tell by her voice she was tired and asked how John was holding up. He knew John would be equally as tired and he tried to lighten the conversation and asked if she had her georges with her, which brought a smile to her face. She gave a little giggle. "I...
Mix of modern-day and fantasy adventure with F/F romance, poetry, and eventually some smut. Hope you enjoy it! * * * * * Rafi and I had been friends for years, but there were still a few things I hadn't figured out about her. I knew she was a fellow nerd—we'd been playing Dungeons and Dragons together for five years—and I knew she liked cats and sci-fi, an...
A lot of things have been said about Hijab-wearing Muslim girls like myself. Often, the people talking about us don't even know us like that. You've got no idea how much that irks me, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Nabeela Ahmed and I'm a young woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton University with...
Katharine slept little that night. She didn’t know why she taunted him. Maybe she did enjoy teasing him or maybe she didn’t know any other way to act. Surely this was it. She couldn’t not fight him and so she knew no matter what she would fight him until he claimed what he would and then she would hate him. But rather that – than willingly submit to him. Sh...
Tucking my son Anwar into his bed, I stand there for a moment and sigh. Thank Allah for my husband Suleiman and our son. Anwar is a little miracle, his caramel-hued skin practically shining even in the dim light, his curly black hair framing his little face like a crown. My beautiful little angel. Come to bed mamas, a deep voice whispers into my ear as stron...
In mortal life, I was a pious Muslim, praying to Allah five times a day, and read the noble Koran. Now that I'm no longer alive, I see no reason to stop. For if He who is the one True God worshipped by Jew, Christian and Muslim did indeed make all things then am I not one of His creations? I choose to believe that it's my actions that define who I am, and no...
Right now, I am lying naked in my bed. Deep inside my apartment in the town of Vanier, Ontario. Not far from Donald Street in the Overbrook area. I am completely naked, save for my hijab. I only take it off when I'm sleeping, sorry. Thos are the rules I was raised with. However, rules were made to be broken. And I am definitely breaking the rules as I urge m...
(The Zar is a number of things in Middle Eastern and North African societies. One, it's a ritual of extracting a Demon from the possessed, placating and restoring them into the original body. Two, a Zar is also a Demon or Djinn. Three, the Zar is a bonding or ritual dance among women. And four, the Zar is also a form of Hyperarousal Trance, distinct from med...
Listening to Imam Yousef Kader's sermon and hearing him condemn Western society for its many excesses, I nodded along with the rest of the brothers. At the Sal Al Din Mosque of West London, England, we were used to harsh sermons from preachers whose views often seem at odds with the times in which we live. Hearing them speak about the decadence of the societ...