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...
My name is Carla Hayden. I'm a young biracial and queer-identified woman living in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Belfast, Northern Ireland, to Maeve Hayden, an Irish Catholic mother and Djamal Adewale, a Nigerian father who converted from Islam to Atheism. Presently, I study business administration at Carleton University....
Newsflash, bozos and bitches of the world. Just because a woman from a Muslim background wears the hijab doesn't mean she's soft and sweet, or polite and repressed. I think I'm living proof of that. My name is Wafiyah Abdul-Hamid, and I was born in the City of Dhamar, Crown Jewel of the great Nation of Yemen, but raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ont...
Note to Reader: Batool Naifeh, otherwise known as the Devil's Whore, is a woman of stark contradictions. Her name, Batool, which means Ascetic Virgin or someone who withdraws from worldly pleasures in pursuit of spiritualism, is reflective of her strict Kuwaiti Salafist Muslim family, whose values she still holds dear. She is not a 'rebel' and is a woman who...
The city of Acre, July 12th, 1191 "Did you hear that William? The herald is screaming the glorious news all over the camp." "What is it? Has the siege ended?" "Yes, William. The mighty city of Acre has fallen to our blades. The Holy Land is within sight." I just smiled at Conrad. He had worked very hard for this moment. Being the main siege engineer for...
Chapter 56 "No King Melvin you deserve the title and I am sure it's not the only one you will accumulate over your lifetime I have never encountered a mind like yours so please permit me to honour you, It is the least I can do sire." "Thank you professor, that means more than a Nobel Prize to me." I shook hands and left. I tapped bracelet, "Judy get # 2 ma...
This story is a back marker. It´s been almost finished for a while, so I chose to submit it even though doing that isn´t too high on my list of priorities any more. Quite a few people have helped improving it, for example brooks103x by editing it and especially George Anderson by editing and even writing parts of it. There is a tl;dr at the end if you enjoy...
Tension ran high in the palace. Even within the safe confines of the harim there was a feeling something was amiss. The sultan was on campaign again and as usual Mohamar, the Grand Vizier, maintained peace and order in Azerbaidistan. But unlike other times the wiry, silent 'clerks' who normally stayed in the background were everywhere, their eyes taking in e...
I have thought about this very carefully. I know what we should do about this Moslem terrorist problem facing all the innocent people of the world. Sex. And lots of it. Since celibacy and sexual frustration are at the root of the problem. What I think we should do, all of us “infidels” here in New York City and Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania in America, L...
XVII Faith and Charity Tamara 2093 Tamara studied the framed picture on the wall. It showed the image of a slightly tubby middle-aged woman which had been made to resemble a mediaeval Christian saint. She even had a halo around her forehead. "Who's this?" Tamara asked. "It's Saint Diane," said Dahab. "She was the founder of the Reigate centre." "Is...