My name is Abdul Mohammed Akbar. I am a young man living in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I was born into a wealthy family, though I am by no means Arabic royalty. My family was fortunate enough to send me to study overseas. I hold a bachelor's degree in sociology from Emerson College in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, and an MBA from Ottawa University in...
What happens in Montreal stays in Montreal, if only that were true. My name is Nadiya Caliph, and I'm a young Moroccan woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My parents, Mohammed and Farah Caliph sent me to study at Carleton University in the Canadian capital from our hometown of Beni Mellal in Central Morocco. I'm living far away from home for the fir...
In late 2017, the modern world reacted with horror upon discovering that African migrants trying to get to Europe by boat got kidnapped on the high seas and brought to the shores of Libya, where they were sold off as slaves to the highest bidder. When the news hit CNN, RDI and other major news outlets, a lot of people were shocked, but Alia Sammad, a woman i...
Loving him is ill-advised, she told herself for the thousandth time as she looked at the picture of herself standing next to the one she loved the most. They were too different, she reminded herself. Yet from the first time she laid eyes on him in that Sociology class in September 2011, she couldn't stop thinking about him. In the eyes of most people, she wa...
What's up, people? My name is Rashid Bashir, and I'm a young black man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born and raised in the City of Edmonton, Alberta. What the fuck is a self-respecting Albertan like myself doing in boring ass Ontario? I moved to Ottawa for school, and also to get away from my parents. I'm taking up accountin...
"I have an incredibly flatulent wife, Doc, Choukri farts all the time," Mohammed Hersi lamented, as he sat on Dr. Nasra Ali's couch. The tall, burly, forty-something Somali man looked pensively at his psychiatrist, and wondered what was going on in her head. The doctor's lovely, at times stern face remained as inscrutable as ever. "Mr. Hersi, women fart, ju...
Fathiyah Al-Fatah stood, resplendent in her beautiful white wedding dress, and gazed adoringly at her future husband Charleston Winston. The young Saudi Arabian woman smiled and silently reminded her future mate to steady his nerves. The big and tall young Black man was having an uncharacteristically emotional day inside the Saint Joseph Catholic Church in d...
"Only a whore prefers Blacks, the good woman will welcome death rather than being touched by a Black man," that's part of the Arabic literature on racial relations between Africans and Arabs, and it stems from the earliest days of the supposedly egalitarian (racially speaking) Islamic faith. It explains why even though you will see lots of Arab men with Afri...
The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is a mysterious nation, and it is shrouded in tradition and mystery. Even by Islamic standards, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is quite strict. It's known as the place ruled by strict Sharia Law, where women cannot drive, and people get their hands cut off for stealing. According to the West, that's the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia in a v...
Walking through Loblaw's market on McArthur Avenue in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario, Fatima Sayyid practically sauntered about, a coy smile on her lovely face. The tall and curvy, beautiful and conservatively attired, Hijab-wearing Arab Muslim woman packed her cart with healthy food and walked unfazed through the throngs of customers moving about. I feel g...