As Salam Alaikum, reader dearest. My name is Salma Khatami, and I'm a young Persian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Shiraz, Islamic Republic of Iran, to Ali and Mariam Khatami. My parents moved to Ontario, Canada, in the summer of 1999. We've lived in the province of Ontario ever since. My parents and I became Ca...
Hatav "Hattie" Bayegan is your typical overachiever, dutifully taking notes during Professor Phillip Steinberg's lecture on Human Rights In Canada. The young woman sat on the very first row in the classroom located on the fourth floor of the Tory Building at Carleton University. In a class of thirty seven students plus one instructor and his assistant, Hatti...
June 17, 2032. Father’s Day. A time of reflection for some and celebration for many. For me, it’s a time of angst. You see, my father and I have a complicated relationship. A lot of people say that about their fathers, but I don’t think their stories are anything like mine. My name is Armand Saint-Cyr. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec,...
"Nice Persian ladies don't do the things I do, or live fearlessly, I know I break the rules but I don't care," Nazanin "Nana" Fereydoun said, licking her lips as she looked up at her boyfriend Ahmad Gassama. The tall, burly and dark-skinned Gambian Muslim stud smiled at her, and the two of them shared a passionate kiss. Nana grabbed Ahmad's ass, and he jerke...
GOLDIE PART 4 - FUCKING A PERSIAN'S WIFE AND ATTACKED BY A BEARDED ASSASSIN I'm sitting here in my cell thinking about why I've been convicted of murder. I just don't get it. I never killed the man, I've never killed anyone. Sure, I was seen together with him on the last day he was seen alive, but what does that prove? Nobody has ever been found a dead body...
The final ending to 'Finding Love'. If you haven't read it you should before reading 'Finding Home'. It was a cold and rainy day, typical for mid-winter in Gainesville. My mood was as dark and miserable as the day. I stood watching the sea of black umbrellas pass by from the covered entrance way to Mallory Hall waiting for my wife, Susan, to arrive. Fina...
"When am I going to meet your parents, GG Jan." Michael says in his smooth, sensual, spiritual, deep and sexy African-American voice. I look at him and pause; I look down at his well-formed biceps and his chocolate like skin. Lying in bed together, after the most incredible night and the thought that it can't get any better than this, is abruptly brought to...
"A lot of Arabs are racist toward Africans, even in Canada," the young Middle-Eastern woman sitting across from me said with a sigh, looking at me as I got ready to get off the OC Transpo bus at Baseline Station. I looked at her and shrugged as I exited the bus. Everyone on the bus was looking at me but at this point, I didn't give a damn. Sometimes, a broth...
Part IV Chapter 29 ____________________________________ Harry watched Stacy Bennett, now sitting beside the pool behind Avi's house at the Tel Aviv compound, as she took her morning coffee and, like Jim Parish, he was getting increasingly worried about her fragile - and rapidly deteriorating - emotional state. Since returning from her 'assignment' in Bost...
Often when I write, I struggle to find the perfect image of a character in my mind. Once in a while, I'm already partly into the beginning of a tale when I stumble upon an image that makes me sit back and grin, knowing that I've found the character. Once I have that, I keep that image open in a window as I write so that I can refer to it and pick out details...