"Here you go, Mona, take extra-strength, prescription Beano and you'll be fine," Dr. Ahmed Ali said to the curvy, Hijab-wearing middle-aged Emirati Arab Muslim woman, and he discretely handed her the gas medicine. Mona Habib nodded sagely, and took the bag, then walked out of the psychiatrist's office. She felt both relieved and embarrassed at having finally...
A kiss does it every time... Sometimes that's all I get. We sometimes go diyeta for weeks because he says sex in cars etc. is for kids. He's a romantic... He'd rather hand feed me butterfly prawns in our favourite restaurant than make love in the car. It's almost perverse but it works for both of us. I get so excited my ears and nipples tingle, and my pelvic...
June 17, 2032. Father’s Day. A time of reflection for some and celebration for many. For me, it’s a time of angst. You see, my father and I have a complicated relationship. A lot of people say that about their fathers, but I don’t think their stories are anything like mine. My name is Armand Saint-Cyr. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec,...
Tucking my son Anwar into his bed, I stand there for a moment and sigh. Thank Allah for my husband Suleiman and our son. Anwar is a little miracle, his caramel-hued skin practically shining even in the dim light, his curly black hair framing his little face like a crown. My beautiful little angel. Come to bed mamas, a deep voice whispers into my ear as stron...
Temptation comes to test the faith of the true believer, the noble Quran teaches this. I sighed as I entered the women's section of the Masjid, I spotted my friend Alimah already at prayer. She knelt, then bent all the way down, kissing the emerald carpeted floor. Don't look at her big butt, I silently told myself. Oops, too late. Why must temptation always...
Apparently, as a biracial Muslim woman of Lebanese and Somali descent, I'm supposed to be quiet, oppressed and submissive. Right now, I'm shoving my fist into the anus of one Bilal Abdirahman, and he's squealing like a miserable little bitch. While topping my bound and hapless Black male sub, I'm wearing a red bra and matching panties, along with my high-hee...
I love my job, I thought sarcastically as I made my way out of the Bayshore Mall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Ah, the life of a cashier or adventures in retail. The hell that I endure for eight hours for a measly twelve bucks an hour. As bad as things are around here, they're way better than they were in Quebec City where I was born. Being the only daught...
The world's oldest profession. Now there's something I never thought I'd fall into. Not a pious, Hijab-wearing Somali Muslim sister like I once was. Life, it sure can kick you in the teeth, can't it? Considering what it ultimately led me to, I shouldn't complain, though. Life has a way of working out. My name is Saada Hawiye and I'm a young Somali woman livi...
Lying next to my sweetheart, Jean-Christophe Etienne, I thank my lucky stars that he's safe and sound beside me in my bed. Every time I log onto my Facebook account or watch CNN, the trigger-happy cops have shot another unarmed young black man. A while ago they choked a black man to death for selling cigarettes on the streets of New York City. Seriously, Pre...
"You're a real pain in the butt," Brigid Santino-Osman said, and the six-foot-tall, curvaceous, blonde-haired young Canadian woman looked at her husband Farouk and smiled, shaking her head. She got up from the bed and walked to the nearby washroom, stark naked. Farouk Alexander Osman watched as Brigid sat down, and unceremoniously took a wiz. They'd been mar...