It was a warm summer afternoon and Aisha was out and about soliciting donations for the new mosque that was recently built in the area. She had immigrated to America from Bangladesh only a few months earlier to attend a local college and was eager to share her Muslim faith in the community. Having led a very sheltered life, Aisha was a bit wary of Americans...
Fatima grabs her gym bag and makes a beeline for the front door, hoping if she passed by the kitchen quickly enough, her mother might not see her. She's almost made it to the door when she hears her mother's voice calling her name. She halts, drops her gym bag, groans inwardly and replies irritably, "Coming mummy!" "Where do you think you're going young lad...
Salam (Hello), it's your girl, Shahnaz Tabrizi a.k.a. dokhtar dewane (Crazy girl), your eyes and ears into Tehran's party and sex orgies underworld. This is my second blog entry and it has been an orgasmic few days, but also confusing few days. I've been splitting my time between Qom and Tehran and below is my account of the last few days. Sexually forbidd...
"Um, Mr. Wachira, what, exactly, is a Ghoul?" says my psychotherapist, Dr. Kadra Mohamed, and I looked at the tall, curvy and dark-skinned, alluring Somali-Canadian Muslim therapist in the neatly pressed white coat and sighed, wishing that she were a little more informed. I've been in the institution for a while now, and like the rest of my former doctors, t...
"Yasmin, you're going to be our guinea pig," Dr. Stephanie Sloan said to me, a maniacal gleam in her eyes as she stood in front of my mirrored cell door, a notepad and pen in her hands. The chubby middle-aged African American scientist looked pretty smug standing behind the safety glass, licking her lips like a cocky bitch would. If only I had the strength t...
"Hello, there, you're always hanging around the library, you must be pretty smart, huh?" Vincent Endelkachew said, as he approached the tall, curvy and dark-haired young woman. She looked at him as though startled, an odd look in her somber brown eyes. For a moment, Vincent could have sworn that he could see right through her, but dismissed the thought. Afte...
"This is so wrong," Samuel Senghor thought to himself, as he looked at the beautiful woman slumbering next to him. Was there anything worse than a man hooking up with his best friend's mother? Lying on the bed, her curvaceous body stark naked, a fine sheen of sweat oozing out of her forehead, Fariba Nazari looked quite lovely. The years had been kind to her,...
Laila woke with the sunlight beaming through a crack in the blinds onto her face. She looked to the nightstand and saw the steaming cup of tea next to the bowl of yogurt. No one had done that for her since she was twelve when she was sick with the flu. She was embarrassed at how good it made her feel to have someone serve her for a change. Usually she was bu...
"Alright, Shazia, sign up some more clients for Mastercards, then we can talk about getting you more hours," said my manager, Rod Carling, as we stood in front of the Super Center. Dude had gone outside for a cigarette break, and I apparently caught him in a bad mood. Actually, that's not accurate. Rod is honestly kind of a dick. A lot of the minority women...
"Ah, the glamorous life of an exile," Najma Al-Duwaish Obaid thought to herself as she surveyed her neighborhood. Located in the heart of Vanier, Ontario, the two-story red brick building overlooked the nearby park that occupied much of Donald Street and bordered McArthur Avenue as well. Although the place was alright, all things considered, it was a far cry...