Anji stared at the video picture on her TV. She couldn't believe her eyes! It wasn't the fact that this was a hom-made porno movie that shocked her – it was the people who were featured in it. Anji was 47 and had been married to Rob for 19 years. Rob was white but Anji had an Indian background. Her complexion was light brown, more like a good suntan, but he...
After a long time, thanks to the marriage of Zia's younger brother, all the friends were gathered in Lahore. In the busy life of grown ups such occasions are the only source of getting together, a must attended reunion. There was only laughter and memories to recall and tease each other. Gossip, fooling, roaring laughter, and what not; the grey whiskers seem...
I'll start off by providing a little background. I'm 40 years old and have been divorced for almost 3 years now. I met Mary, my current girlfriend, the month I filed for divorce and have been with her ever since. Mary is 33 years old and recently divorced herself. Mary has close friend named Hanah who is Married, but has been having an affair with Frank fo...
Ah, the life of a young brown Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My name is Choukri Ali, and I was born in the neighborhood of Vanier to a Somali Muslim father, Ahmed Ali, and a Pakistani mother, Amina Khan. I'm used to people looking at me and my family. You don't see a lot of African Muslim men with South Asian wives, so my parents and I g...
As Salam Alaikum, folks. My name is Mira Masayuki-Jones, and I'm a Japanese-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Bet that last bit definitely got your attention. You don't see a lot of Muslims in the Japanese Diaspora, partly because of my people's xenophobia and their devotion to the Shinto faith. I will forever be the odd woman out...
(or, One Way To Solve The Middle East Peace Crisis) *** Baltimore to Australia. 22 hours. My fiancé and I were taking up a friend on his generous offer of Companion Passes, as he was a supervisor for a major airline. Free tickets in exchange for a small bit of ganja and a smaller bit of cash. The three of us had just settled into first class. It was a dam...
Continued from Chapter 2: "Thank you for your service," rang empty whenever someone mindlessly said that to him when seeing his dog tags hanging from his neck. To him, that phrase sounded too much like, "Thank you and have a nice day." He'd give them a stern look that made them afraid. "Thank you for my service?" Just as angry as he was violent, that's al...
If you're Somali, and happen to be gay, lesbian or bisexual, it's probably a good idea to keep it to yourself. Well, if you want to live, that is. Sometimes, I wonder what brings more pain into my complex life, my sexual orientation or, ahem, the other thing. That which marks me as different from the rest of humanity. What am I talking about? I'll get to tha...
This is an unusual story so I shall let the protagonists introduce themselves. My name is Jazmine. My grandfather was an officer in the Indian Army at the time of partition in 1947/8 when Moslems left India and went to Pakistan and Hindus left Pakistan and went to India. He became an officer in the Pakistani Army and rose to a very high position which allow...
This story is a true one. Only the narration may make some minor changes but the main story remains true. My friend is the lucky one, who happens to be the main character in the story. I have decided to write his story in his words as he told me. I, Mir Khan, come from an underdeveloped town of Pakistan. I was studying in University of The Punjab, Lahore, d...