Standing in front of the mirror, I look at myself. A Black-haired, bronze-skinned and brown-eyed lady stares back at me. The name is Mona Al-Mokhtar, and I'm a lady with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Baalbek in the Republic of Lebanon, and have lived in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, for the past eleven years. I am forty two years old,...
* * * * * Improvisation, Op. 84, #5, Gabriel Faure Performed and recorded by PostScript (c) 2019 Yamaha Keyboard Best if you have good speakers or a headset on your computer. Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (1.5 min/mp3) * * * * * ~~~* XIII. mai 1689, Versailles, l'Comte et 'son' fils *~~~ It was a beautiful spring day, the weather had...
The next morning Linda attended Mass at St. Augustine Catholic church with Mary, Fred and, of course, Evan. She wore her modest white and pink floral dress with her white satin corset under the dress for effect. She wanted to get Evan's attention. She sweetly held Evan's hand in the pew. Standing close to him when they shared the hymnal to sing and recite p...
I love you. I want to be with you. Why do you not pay attention to me? Well, you did, back when the church was smaller. You would look at me, and say hello, when with your wife by your side. And I shyly smiled, and said hello too perhaps. But I don't remember that. I feel so sad. Maybe it is this sad song by Leona Lewis on the top 20 hits on the itunes radio...
The most sacred titles any woman can hold in this life are wife and mother, I thought as I proudly watched my daughter Catherine stand in front of a podium and deliver her valedictory speech to the hundreds of graduates at the convocation of the Sprott Business School of Carleton University. It's a bright Sunday afternoon and the City of Ottawa, Ontario, is...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. [This story is set about 250 years later than my story Great Rit...
I thought I was doing all right being alone I swore I'd never let somebody get close again I was never gonna let my guard down, not for anyone But there's a light in your eyes and it's got me moving in And tonight these walls are all coming down And my heart is open I'm letting you in Cause you give me a reason and the faith I've been needing t...
My name is Ayaan Farooq-Morrison and I'm a Somali woman living in the City of Houston, Texas, with my biracial husband Theodore Morrison. He's the one who introduced me to the joys of forbidden sex, along with many things which Somali culture and the Islamic faith consider haram. I am married to a man who follows a religion other than Islam. My husband is Ch...
"Ma'am, in light of your past record as an armed militant in the conflict in Lebanon, I fear that Canada cannot accept you as a conventional refugee," said Judge Marshall Lemieux, speaking for the International Refugee Board of Citizenship & Immigration Canada. Salome Zankoul closed her eyes, hard. These dastardly, smug fools in robes have no idea what life...
Waking up slowly she stretched, stopping when her hand came into contact with Caydn's chest. Sitting up quickly, she looked around, almost shaking her head to clear her mind. She met his sleepy eyes, blushing when memories of the night before her. "Good morning Gypsy, or should I say afternoon," he grinned, pulling her down brushing a kiss on her cheek. Si...