Meet Sadaf Zarif, a fifty-year-old Persian Muslim woman originally from the City of Tabriz, Iran, who spent most of her life living in the continental U.S. until her life changed. Fate prompted Sadaf to move to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and the bold, adventurous gal is now exploring Canada's norms and mores with her own unique style and aplomb, as they sa...
Stanley Toussaint is a native of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, and he's been living in Florida for the past eighteen months. Stanley's aunt Gertrude Toussaint sent for him after his parents, Dorothy Jean-Toussaint and Mathieu Toussaint perished in the earthquake which devasted the island of Haiti. The loss of his parents was a terrible blow to Stanley, and he...
"I thank Heaven that I found a husband who respects my religion and accepts me with all of my flaws, this man loves all of me, including my damn awful farts," Mariam Sarmadi-Diallo said, as she sat in the Women's Circle. Surrounded by her fellow practitioners of the Bahá'í Faith, the raven-haired young Persian woman spoke without fear or shame. Her statement...
The Author would like to thank 'Larry in Seattle' for proofreading this story. * The package was sitting on the porch, in front of the door of the little house on Fifth Street. It was the type of package that any major delivery service might have left. It was sealed and addressed to Jacob Carlotti, who just happened to live there. The odd thing was that be...
Baghdad, The Green Zone Zahra is sitting on the desk across the room from Steve, with her leather high heel boots and short grey business skirt with white low-cut top. Zahra opens her legs and leans forward on the desk before she crosses them again and leans back; the sight of her olive almost golden complexion and seductive accent is enough to send Steve's...
My local restaurant has a little secret. It is well hidden behind the walls. The walls are one of those irregular outlines of an old building that has over time morphed together with the building next to and might have the foundation of a building that used to stand there. It's more akin of an old European city, where the medieval inner city grew organically...
"Third time's the charm." Eugene Gwandoya said, as he prepared to set the ball to his star middle hitter Alaina Lampur. They were finishing up an individual practice on a Tuesday afternoon. Eugene's mind wandered as he thought about that morning, the argument he had with his wife as they left the house. She was on her way to work at the day care center and h...
When my parents told me we were going on a trip to Europe that same Fall, I begged to be left behind with Mrs. Asadi again. I had spoken so highly of her during the intervening months that they had no guilt about leaving me there while they toured France. She welcomed me warmly at her door, taking my face into her warm hands as my parents looked on. "This i...
"Doc, I keep having naughty dreams in which I get tied up and spanked," Farzana Zadegan said with a sigh, as she sat inside Dr. Constantin Mathieu's office. Located in the south end of metropolitan Montreal, Quebec, the good Doctor's psychiatric practice was sandwiched between a spa, a seedy bookstore, a Caribbean restaurant and a Western Union money mart. N...
"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...