Author's Note- Hi everyone, this is a new story that I'll be switching to after I update my other story. I am actually working on the next part for Dragons of Fraidel as right now. This story will be different from that one. For one thing, there will be no sex here due to the fact that I feel that it wouldn't feel right to this kind of set up. The main cast...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. I thank the Most High for bringing you here. I have something important to share with you. The lives of Muslim women fascinate folks from the outside world, especially in the West. As the eldest daughter of a Libyan immigrant family, I have a complicated life, to say the least. My name is Salwa Zeidan-Harrison, and I am a young...
Thanks also to ED for his invaluable assistance in helping me with the editing. * This was the second time the head accountant complained against the new employee, Sikandar. "Your behavior is not good so you should go and clear your desk and leave the office now," I said. Sikandar had been newly appointed as assistant of the accounting branch just a few...
"My name is Hana Al-Zaghab," said the short, curvy, Hijab-wearing young Arab woman, smiling faintly. Ottawa Police Constable Rupert James Sherman nodded gently, and noted this on his pad. In spite of the ordeal she'd just gone through, as evidenced by her bruised face, the young woman looked sturdy and dignified. Attacks on racial minorities, especially Musl...
Listening to the song "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" on the radio sucks, especially when it's been a couple of days since your last breakup. The name is Felicia Ewaingham-Saleh, and I have a story to share with you. How I got over my ex-boyfriend Maher Mahmoud. Seriously, I don't mean to disparage my own ethnicity but Arab guys can be such hypocrites sometimes...
Arab men hate seeing Arab women with non-Arab males, and these fuckers are racist as hell even though they will deny it until kingdom come. So I know when they see me with my new Haitian-Canadian lover Marcel, they want to tear their eyes out. Makes me shudder with pleasure just thinking about their reaction. The fact that Marcel is a proud Christian with a...
Hi everyone! Thank you so much for 62 followers, that means so much to me!!! As a celebration, here is another instalment of Sekhemkhet. If you're new here, please note that the series starts with Sekhemkhet's Curse, then it's Sekhemkhet's Promise (part one and two) and this is the newest addition, Sekhemkhet's Promise Part Three. I know where the story is g...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Seven. 2007. (January.) Jay, late-twenties. Arriving at the Red-Jay tattoo studio for my initial appointment I met Jay, the tattooist, for the first time. A good looking guy in his late-twenties he wore his long hair in a pony tail and sported many tattoos of his own....
When I spoke with Cassie by phone a few weeks ago I said I would drive to Asheville to see her and promised to do whatever she wanted for her fifty-fourth birthday. I assumed she would name a favorite restaurant, but instead, she wanted me to take her on a cross-country road trip -- a trip I was eager to make. I knew from hearing her voice I would do anythin...
This story is submitted as part of the "One Night in XXX" story event—a collection of stories that all take place in a single night in a specific place. "You're going to kill us both, Zhang," I told the cabbie in his native Mandarin as he whipped across two lanes to pass a Maserati on Al Asayel Street. "You don't want to die all alone, do you?" Zhang asked...