"Strange times make the strangest bedfellows," Raul James said to himself as he left the Vanier townhouse located near the Silver City movie theater. The owner of said townhouse, Fatima Sayyid, waved him goodbye as he got in his van and drove away. The lady was glowing and Raul had everything to do with it. Nothing like a job well done, Raul thought with a w...
Apostate! Kafir! Infidel! Marked for death. In the eyes of the Muslim community, I am all these things and more. My name is Aminata Khalid and I'm a young woman of Somali descent living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. For most of my life, home was the City of Montreal, Quebec. About a year ago, I had life all figured out. I had just graduated from the Univ...
If somebody told me a year ago that I would find myself in this position, I would have laughed my ass off and said no. What do I mean? Please allow me to clarify. My name is Fathiyah Al-Fatah. I'm a student at Ottawa's very own Carleton University, majoring in business administration. I was born in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia but raised in the City of Toront...
Sara Ibrahim wanted to pay for lunch but I have refused and paid with the money I have brought in their currency. We walked out of the restaurant and headed towards her apartment, the doorman greeted us both, opening the glass double doors of the apartment building. Walking towards the main lobby, she pushed a button calling for an elevator, a moment later a...
It's Thursday morning, and I lie on my bed, sighing profoundly. Tonight, at midnight, I'm finally getting paid. As of right now, though, a quick logon into my CIBC account reveals my combined assets totaling one dollar and seventeen cents. Why is that a problem, you may wonder? Yeah, why can't a brother wait until Friday? Um, it's my lady Fayruza "Fay" Bin S...
Even now, sitting in the cold and uninviting interview/interrogation room with CIA agent Kristina Bellman and her diminutive Asian-Canadian counterpart, Canadian Security Intelligence Service agent Victor James Lee, I can't believe some of the things I've seen and done. The tall pretty blonde American woman in the smart business suit fixes her steely blue ey...
"Today's the day," Jabir Osman said to himself as he leaned on his cane while walking to the Notre Dame Cemetery in Vanier, Ontario. After getting off the bus, he walked the few blocks to the cemetery at a slow pace, holding the flowers he'd purchased at a small floral shop in neighboring Beech Wood. It was a bright sunny day, and a bit cold. The seventh of...
As Salam Alaikum, dearest of readers. The name is Afaf Al-Saud, and I'm a young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman living in the City of Jubail, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, with my husband Ahmed Suleiman and our sons Ali and Omar, and our daughter, Mariam. We live in a nice villa located on the outskirts of the metropolis. My husband is a lawyer and I am a special advi...
"Fuck the haters," Mistress Nyx Flames wrote on her website, and the six-foot-tall, curvaceous, scantily clad Black woman allowed herself a contented smile. It wasn't easy being an African dominatrix in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, land of uptight, close-minded and annoying bozos, but somehow, she made it work. Word was starting to get out about her elite se...
Toronto Police Service constable Guillaume Renard shook his head as he looked at yet another dead body. Jennifer Stone had been nineteen years old when she died, a second-year student at Seneca College. Three days ago, her parents, William and Maeve Stone reported her missing. The cop they spoke to promised to do the best she could, but she should have told...