Another day at school, another day in Hell. She walked through the halls of the university campus, surrounded by...them. Everywhere she looked, there they were. The mundane folk. Everyday humanity. Seven billion and counting. This campus was a microcosm of all of them. Girls in hijabs talking on their cellphones, black guys in sports coats, Asian guys with c...
It's my body and I can do whatever I want with it, isn't that one of the most sacred mantras of the feminist movement? As a Muslim woman from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the heartland of Islam, and a fledgling feminist, I have often butted heads with my well-meaning but ill-informed and at times, culturally clueless western friends. To me, there is more t...
"Malik, dammit, you mean, you really like my fat ass, farts and all?" Jewel Rosenthal asked with a big grin on her face, looking at her boyfriend Malik Ali with a mixture of incredulity and amusement. Inside Jewel's dorm, on the south side of Ottawa, things were heating up, thanks to a certain Muslim gentleman who made it downright impossible for the usually...
Hanna arrived a few minutes early to Rockefeller Center where she was supposed to meet Jovita. It was Christmas Eve, or as Hanna liked to call it Erev Christmas, and the famous Christmas tree was up in the plaza. Hanna looked at it as she thought about the change in her attitudes over the past year. A year ago, I wouldn't have looked twice at a Christmas tre...
"Oops, oh man, I'm so sorry," Alia Patwardhan said sheepishly, looking at the tall young Black man standing at a corner of the elevator began sniffing the air. That's when his lip curled in distaste, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a certain tall, Hijab-wearing young Indian Muslim woman just let loose a thunderously loud fart, less than a meter from hi...
My name is Christi Clark, a married mother of two who is getting back into the working world slowly by turning my dance background and yoga hobby into more than just my recovery from childbirth, but my new business opportunity. I had become certified as a yoga instructor, as I had been a dance instructor, but what I wanted to target was other young mothers l...
Low tolerance for bullshit, that's something I most definitely feel every day of the week. There's an epidemic of stupidity out here in the Southwestern United States, and I wonder how long it's going to be before I lose it and smack a damn fool. I'm already in anger management over kicking some bitch's ass at Wal-Mart last month, so I don't need any more tr...
"Heathens, every one of them. Godless heathens!" The governess hissed in protestant fury as their palanquin was born behind the Regiment of Foot in solid British scarlet. The harsh and heavy wool and brass seemed out of place in the opulent heat of Madhya Presh, even as the heavy boots and heavier guns dragged behind the column trampled the traditional freed...
You are sitting at a cafe, holding a cup of coffee between your hands, watching the waitress talk to the other customers. She is so beautiful, so graceful, dainty... Even though you have never met her, you know it is Doris... She perches on the edge of the table, talking to Muse, Jasmine, and another woman you don't recognize. She looks oriental, maybe Hindu...
Step by Step Submission This is a continuation of Model Wife to Mleccha, and readers would benefit from having read that. It is a complete story on its own. Please be respectful in the comments or I will disable them. My name is Jan Thomas, I was once the model of the good wife, but since meeting Vivek, I was on a journey to become a good Mleccha instead....