Fatima I open my mail to the familiar sight of "OVERDUE" and "FINAL WARNING". My landlord was threatening to evict me. My bills were mounting and I had a constant sinking feeling. It was approaching winter and they were threatening to shut down the gas supply. A Michigan winter was tougher than most winters. I was in debt and I could not escape. My job did...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Disclaimer: This story contains strong language and use of racial slurs, big cocks, tits and ass. Not realistic at all. If you are looking for realism or if you are easily offended then this story is not for you. Some Useful words to know before you read the story: Hijab-...
A huge shout out to my editor caitlin, can't thank her enough. 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". ***** Fahima Begum sat in...
According to the most sacred rules of Islam, the man is supposed to be the head of the household and the woman is supposed to be submissive to him. Well, that's not how it plays out in real life. Sometimes, the woman in the relationship is stronger than the man, and it is my belief that if she is worthy of the mantle of leadership, then she should be the lea...
As a Muslim gal from Saudi Arabia, I'm supposed to be weak, submissive and easily dominated. That's what I hear all the time, and not just from uneducated ruffians but from university people, those who ought to know better. My name is Azeeza Bin Sultan and I'm here to destroy or at the very least do damage to your impressions of what a Muslim woman is. Wheth...
Hanifa Suleiman winced as Meles Haile Tilaye eased his eight-inch, thick ebony cock out of her asshole. The tall, dark-skinned young Ethiopian pulled the Saudi woman close to him and held her close. Kissing her long Black hair, he stroked her chin and asked her how she felt. Fighting back tears of pain mixed with joy, Hanifa told him she felt great. Turning...
I will receive endless condemnation for what I'm about to do, but I don't care. At what point does my life belong to me? My name is Azhaar Tawwab Azzam. I am fifty two years old. I live in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota, and I've lived there for thirty years. Ever since I left the Dagari region of the Somali Republic. I love Minnesota, it's the most beau...
Astur watched her husband Mohammed eating his breakfast, and hated him knowing the truth finally; that her husband had been cheating on her. The pair of them had moved from Somalia several years earlier to the United Kingdom fleeing the brutal Civil-War and Islamist terrorism. Their lives were happy upon landing in London, and being given a council home. Now...
Jessica's hand slowly taps the floor of her bedroom looking for her cellphone. The only light in the room comes from a small lamp at the corner. While it gives the room a cozy feeling, the dim light only makes it harder for Jessica to find her phone. If only she could bend over and look at the ground, things would be much easier. But she is not able to, her...
Give me a break, I thought angrily as I walked out of the Carleton University library with Samira Zeidan, holding her hand while a group of young Middle-Eastern guys stared at us angrily. Want to hear something funny? These guys are glaring at me, the tall brother happily married to the young Qatari woman, while one of them is with a blonde-haired white chic...