Call me Sam, if you please. It's a lot easier to pronounce than Samiyah, I've learned painfully over the years. In my experience, westerners like to shorten and westernize Arabic names every chance they get. Most people can't even pronounce my last name, Nasir-Al-Din, so I don't even bother telling it to them. I was born in the City of Najran, southwestern S...
Good Muslim sisters are supposed to be prim and proper, flawless in their behavior, pious in their demeanor and quietly serene in outward appearance. I think I was absent when they came up with that rule, for I certainly don't follow it. My name is Khava Dzhabrail, and I was born and raised in the City of Grozny, Republic of Chechnya. On November 8, 1990, I...
Sheik Mohammed Aksam Al Sabid was the eldest son of the Old Great Sheik Mohammed Akmon who had long since passed over to Allah. Mohammed Aksam the eldest was 35 years old with a commanding presence. He was 6 feet 2 inches tall with a golden bronzed body very common in Saudi Arabia. He always wore a gold earring in his ear as he had crossed the equator and...
My name is Subhiyah Karim-Adul. A young woman of Saudi Arabian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend the legendary Carleton University, where I study Criminal Justice. I recently became a Canadian citizen by process of naturalization and I want to work in Provincial Law Enforcement someday. That's if the bigots of the Conservati...
A lot of people have all kinds of misleading and misconstrued notions in their heads when they think of life inside the Kingdom. Saudi Arabia has long fascinated outsiders, from western feminists who ponder the fate of women inside this male-dominated nation to foreign oil prospectors, adventurers and rogues of all sorts. The Kingdom attracts its share of od...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional and any relation to real-world events is coincidental. All characters are above 18. Being from a multicultural family, it's not my intention to hurt anyone's religious sentiment. If you cannot digest inter-religious sex, please stop and try something else. - Haseena walked carefully so as to not reveal any part of her sk...
During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Abida and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return. I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, no...
For those of you who ever wonder about what really goes on inside a Mosque, I got some enticing news for you. My name is Ahmed Hassan, and I'm a young man of Saudi Arabian descent living in the City of Orleans, Province of Ontario. I am openly bisexual, and the Imam of my Mosque is okay with it because he embraces a radical new form of Islam. Relax, folks. I...
EPILOGUE Many years had passed... The young, rather tall and slender black woman had turned 18 a few months before. She was standing beside her groom under the large white tent that had been set up on the perfectly maintained large lawn. It was a beautiful sunny day, albeit scorching hot. The young bride was drenched under her immaculate white bridal abaya...
New readers - and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago - know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. ***** The birth of Daneen eight months before had changed the dynamics of the household. All the attention and eyes were tu...