Katrin leaned against the door of her truck and stared at the dark, seedy looking building at the other side of the parking lot. She had truly hit rock bottom, she thought. She had dropped out of her senior year of college right after her mother's funeral in November, the same time her stepfather had kicked her out of the house she'd grown up in. Her part ti...
Arab men hate seeing Arab women with non-Arab males, and these fuckers are racist as hell even though they will deny it until kingdom come. So I know when they see me with my new Haitian-Canadian lover Marcel, they want to tear their eyes out. Makes me shudder with pleasure just thinking about their reaction. The fact that Marcel is a proud Christian with a...
The day the government of Canada granted me refugee status marked the first day I ever experienced freedom. For in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, as you may well know, women are not free. We're not free to move about when and where we want, nor can we control our fates. We're forever at the mercy of the men in our lives, first our fathers and then our husbands...
After twenty years in exile, I returned to my native Nigeria, with my son Omar James and his mother, Afaf. In the old days, just like today, conflict between Christian and Muslim were at the forefront of national politics. It needn't be this way. I was born into a Christian family, and I firmly believed in the Lord Jesus Christ and the Gospel. While living i...
Apparently, all Arabs are Muslim, that's what some of my friends and classmates seem to believe. That's news to me, because the Coptic Christian community is very much alive in places like Syria, Egypt and Lebanon, even though we're constantly hounded by Islamists. My name is Marianne Shafik and I'm the daughter of Egyptian immigrants living in Ottawa, Ontar...
It amazes me that so many men would take back some bitch after she dumped them to trade up and it didn't work out. In so many stories, writers have characters who will stay in bad marriages for years for their kids sake while their own lives suck. Just so you know: it's just a fucking story. * There is a saying that, "the road to hell is paved with good in...
Author's note: please don't rate/comment negatively because you hate the idea of a cheating wife. Only rate and comment negatively simply because you found the plot rubbish or whatever. Cheers :) **************************** October 5, 2008. 11:00AM. Warm morning. West-End Street. Man in red coat arguing with woman in blue dress on the sidewalk. Dog kep...
The sun rose over Ontario, bathing Canada's most populous Province with its pale light. I rose with the sun, as I always did. It's a habit I had since my days in Florida. I grew up in the Little Haiti area of metropolitan Miami, the son of proud Haitian immigrants David and Marie Saintil, a corrections officer and a cab driver, respectively. My name is Jacqu...
Once in a cottage in the woods, there lived a man with three sons. The oldest, who was much beloved by both parents, was cocky and known for his arrogance. The middle son, who was also spoiled from birth, was pleasant and agreeable but lacked any real follow-through, and the youngest was flat-out a simpleton. His father and brothers took every opportunity to...
There was about a dozen of us around at Naomi's place. The main reason for this was that she had a large backyard with a very nice swimming pool and it was a hot day. We were just clowning around, swimming, sunbathing, boys flirting with the girls and vice versa. Just young people having a good time. In the middle of the afternoon I started to feel a little...