Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is not intended to represent any particular Muslim pract...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ "No, Mo. We're not wearing any Hijabs. Never!" "But, Carol,...
It was another boring day at the office. I work at a small IT solutions company just outside New York. It was Monday and it seemed like it would be a long week. My name is Fariya and my family moved from India before I was born. My family are strict muslims and all the women in my family wear the full islamic dress. I wear a niqab, hijab and abaya or jilba...
"So, I heard you Haitian guys in Ottawa are really thirsty for us Djibouti and Somali ladies, I bet you were expecting us to be all submissive and shit since we're Muslim and all, well, I'm bossy so deal with it," Mistress Habiba Alwan said with a triumphant smirk. The object of her tirade simply nodded at her and said nothing, and Mistress Habiba nodded in...
Farida looked at her reflection in the mirror and felt a small pebble of discontent land in the pit of her stomach. Today was her first day back university and she wasn't looking forward to it at all. Anyone else should have been excited that they were embarking on their third and final year but Farida felt so stressed out she would have hidden and not gone...
Lying on his back on the apartment's well-worn old carpet, Djohar "Joe" Mokhtar was most where he was born to be. The Somali Muslim stud had a big grin on his face as a certain large object, spherical in nature suddenly neared him, briefly obstructing his field of vision. Joe took a deep breath, almost shaking with anticipation of what was coming his way. Th...
As I entered my one bedroom apartment, it was a relief to be back at university. I spent the break at my parents in New York and I had found the whole experience frustrating. My name is Sania. I was born in New York but you would not think so from looking at me. I dress very conservatively in full Islamic clothing. I wear a niqab and jilbab. My family is...
"That was definitely a fun night," Hodan Yasser-Ali said to her husband Bilal Ali as they lay in bed together, basking in the warm afterglow of a good fuck. Earlier, they had a third party in their bedroom, and said third party definitely left a mark on them, in more ways than one. It was the couple's very first threesome, prompted by certain sexual revelati...
1996 West Bank Tyreese struggled to open his eyes. He knew he wasn't dead because he felt pain all over. Blinking repeatedly, he couldn't make anything out, it all appeared so very blurry. This wasn't the first time he'd been knocked out, or even the first time kidnapped. Growing up in Detroit, the tall, brown-red skinned Tyreese had seen it all. Startin...
I couldn't wait to get back there on Friday night. Again I ended up sitting at the bar, eating one of John's specials, a steak and kidney curry. Different, but actually rather good. There was an air of expectation about the place. John was pretty relaxed but even he was just a little on edge. 'Now listen Ben, I don't want you frightening these girls off....