As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. My name is Maimuna Hassan and I'm a young Black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm in the Criminology program at the University of Ottawa, and will hopefully graduate next semester. Not sure if I want to do Law School right away or try to get a job in my major. It all depends on the job ma...
In the never-ending quest to dispel myths, clear up misconceptions, and, perhaps, to impart some unknown facts about each of the contenders in the battle of the sexes, it is imperative that each understand the other side. For example, women are under the misconception that men sit around the local bar and rate female customers on some supposed 1-10 scale. T...
Apparently, all Arabs are Muslim, that's what some of my friends and classmates seem to believe. That's news to me, because the Coptic Christian community is very much alive in places like Syria, Egypt and Lebanon, even though we're constantly hounded by Islamists. My name is Marianne Shafik and I'm the daughter of Egyptian immigrants living in Ottawa, Ontar...
Salome Rosenthal, that's my name. With such a moniker, I might as well have 'Jewish Broad' tattooed on my forehead. I was born in the City of Tel Aviv, Israel, to an American Christian mother and Israeli Jewish father. I was raised Jewish, though. My parents, Benjamin Rosenthal and Maeve O'Connell are divorced, have been for a decade. A lot of interfaith mar...
Chuck and Sara had been married a few years, the second time for both. Each of their first marriages was ruined by jealousy. This time they promised each other that they would leave their inhibitions behind, refuse to indulge in jealousies, and--most important of all--be honest with each other. Freed of society's rules of propriety, their only limitations we...
After careful thought and considerable research, I've discovered the secret to having a happy summer vacation. It wasn't easy for me to come up with this, but I did it for you. Only, this How To story is not for everyone. This How To story may not be for you who is reading this story, but it could be for the guy or gal standing over your shoulder reading thi...
The sickle moon shall fell theeIf the Mere's waters touch theeFor Shokushu will take thee The Mere seemed as old as time itself. Older than the town, older than the fields and forest, older still than the very hills themselves. When this world had yet to be formed, a desolate rock in a desolate corner of a desolate universe, perhaps the Mere was already the...
Through the open porthole the moonlight beams in. She's full tonight and hanging heavy near the horizon, slowly pulling up as the night begins. I move towards the opening and catch the breeze blowing in. The moon sparkles on the water as I look out over the seascape. As I breathe in the fresh sea air, I also catch another scent, one of flowers and spice, co...
In the not too distant future... It had all begun innocently enough. The world financial markets were still reeling from the economic instability caused by the over-extended real estate markets. Then there were a series of seismic events including earth quakes and volcano eruptions; mostly in the Pacific, what is called the ring of fire. No one thought that...
Hi Guys! This is the first part of what will go onto be a much longer story. Although it will be predominately story driven, this work is really just a bit of fun, and to alleviate the tedium of having to read exposition frequent sex scenes are included. This chapter just introduces some major characters, with a reward at the end for those looking for someth...