"A brother could definitely get used to this," Suleiman Al-Aswad said, sighing happily as he lay in bed with Amman and Asma El-Senussi, the lovely couple that owns the Shawarma Paradise restaurant which he patronized frequently. Outside the El-Senussi household, a modest townhouse located in the heart of Nepean, Ontario, a fast-driving snow blanketed the lan...
You'll never know what hit you, I thought to myself as I smiled at Yasmin Khaled as we sat together inside the Eaton Center food court in downtown Toronto, Ontario. We just had coffee, and the six-foot-tall, pretty Hijabi from Somalia broke her own rules first by holding my hand and second, by allowing me to kiss her. I mean to get her into bed as soon as po...
Oh, man. I can't believe this shit. This bitch didn't wash her pussy today and I'm forced to proceed with the licking because she told me that if I can't lick her, then I can't stick her. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Stephen. Big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the region of Ontario, Canada. University dropout turned...
Ruby stared out of her office window, through the heavy drizzle, at the throng of blacks assembled on the road. What a sorry bunch of losers, she thought as she read the abusive placards being waved by most of them. None of them knew the facts of the case yet here they were, entitled motherfuckers, trying to tarnish her reputation with lies and deception....
Sitting on the toilet inside the women's washroom of the Wal-Mart at Barrhaven, I sighed. That's right, pretty Muslim ladies in Hijab do fart, folks. Sorry if that shocks you. Seriously, I shouldn't have had that burger and those fries at the in-store MacDonald's restaurant. After farting a whole damn lot and basically dropping a deuce, I wiped my ass, pulle...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 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 not intended to represent any particular Muslim pract...
My name is Andrew Bagnon. I'm a big and tall young Black man of mixed Haitian and French Canadian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. My father Guillaume Bagnon is white, originally from the town of Montreal, Province of Quebec. My mother Elisabeth Robert Bagnon is Black, originally from the region of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Hai...
The name is Antonio Calderon. I was born in the Dominican Republic, to a Haitian mother, Anne Etienne, and a Hispanic father, Jose Calderon. I have an older sister named Nadine. In the summer of 2009 my parents moved from Haina, one of the Dominican Republic's biggest towns, to the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I missed the DR terribly but had to adjust to my new...
Copyright Oggbashan August 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. +++ "No, Mo. We're not wearing any Hijabs. Never!" "But, Carol,...
Some Useful words to know before you read the story: Hijab- A head covering worn in public by some Muslim women. Essentially a scarf. Burqa- A outer garment worn by some Muslim women that covers their whole body when in public. Kuffar- Arabic for "Non-believer". Abaya- is a simple, loose over-garment, essentially a robe-like dress Haram- The Arabic wor...