Midnight on a Friday night, and as the Masjid finally closes its doors, it's time for the faithful to go home after the evening prayers. Imam Wahid Qasim, one of the Somali Canadian community's most stalwart religious leaders, smiles to himself as he walks from the vast men's prayer hall to the ladies corner, after making sure that every last one of the men had gone home. He checked his cellphone, and smiled when he saw the text sent to him by his darling wife Aminah Khalid-Qasim. Just as he expected, her text was confirming that all of the faithful had gone from the ladies corner, and they were truly alone. Husband and wife, alone in the mosque after a long, boring and sexually frustrating day. Imagine the possibilities.
The next text message from Aminah told Wahid Qasim to quit being a whiny little bitch and to take his clothes off, because she hated to be kept waiting. The tall, forty-something black man who was the spiritual leader of the largest mosque in the environs of Calgary, province of Alberta, obeyed the commands of his wife, just like all true Muslim men should. The Imam removed his clothes, taking care to fold his Dishdasha and Kufi hat before he got on all fours. The Lady of the House expected to find her supplicant naked, and the obedient Muslim man didn't dare disobey his wife. Happily married men the world over obey their wives, because without a woman's touch, a house is not a home. It's really that simple, and holds true in Islam as well as all other religions and walks of life. Man rules the world, and woman rules man. Any fool who disagrees, whatever his race or religion, is in for a world of pain and loneliness.
Wahid Qasim was snapped out of his reverie by the sounds coming from the ladies corner of the mosque. Swift footsteps approached, and he looked up to see a very familiar silhouette. His darling wife Aminah stood ten feet from him, still wearing her bright blue Kurti dress, and stylish silver hijab. Yes, she looked exactly like she did a few hours ago when the evening prayers commenced and as was Islamic custom, the Imam led the faithful into prayer. Five feet nine inches tall, brown-skinned and raven-haired, with golden brown eyes. His sexy, curvaceous and big-bottomed wife. Once Friday night prayers were over and the last of the faithful had departed from the premises, the Masjid ceased to operate under the authority of Imam Wahid Qasim. It belonged to Mistress Aminah, his darling wife and tormentor. As had been said before, a house is not a home without a lady's touch. Like any good submissive man, Wahid was most eager to please his dominant lady. Still, since he's the Imam of the largest mosque in western Canada and a prominent Muslim male leader, he's got to maintain appearances. In public, he appeared strong, bossy and masculine, as befitting a man of his position and status. Privately, however, he was a little bitch and his wife owned totally him, mind, body and soul.
There she was, the statuesque and disturbingly beautiful woman he married. Stereotypes would have you believe that Somali women were weak, obedient and quiet, but that was just a myth. Mistress Aminah smiled mischievously at him, and showed him what she brought him for tonight. Wahid smiled as his sexy wife stroked the shiny green strap-on dildo firmly fixed to a leather harness around her waist. In her left hand she held a whip, and judging by the way she cracked it, she was most eager to use it tonight. Wahid smiled and thanked Allah for granting him a wife who was dominant and strong, what he prayed for since the day he discovered that he was a sexual submissive and yearned for female domination. Mistress Aminah told her supplicant to kiss her feet, and Wahid obeyed.
Wahid hesitated as he noticed that Mistress Aminah was wearing her shoes. In Arabic culture, shoes are considered disgusting, and to have them near one's face is a sign of profound humiliation. A few years back, the Arab world shared a collective laugh at the former United States President George W. Bush when an Arab journalist hurled his shoe at him during a closed-doors press conference. Wahid looked at Mistress Aminah, and his sexy wife smiled cruelly. She knew exactly how humiliated he felt, to be made to kiss her shoes. Still, she was the dominatrix and he was her supplicant, her slave and her worshipper. He kissed her shoes, and took his sweet time as he sucked her toes.
Mistress Aminah smiled to herself as she watched her husband Wahid Qasim completely humiliate himself by licking her toes, and polishing her shoes with his tongue. To compound his humiliation, she made him lie down on the floor and bark like a dog. Shaking his head, Wahid nevertheless obeyed. Mistress Aminah laughed and put a collar around his neck, and led him around the men's corner of the mosque, the same place where he led the men in prayer merely an hour ago. The men's corner of the Masjid is the Imam's domain, where he stands to lead men into prayer, and it's also the place where women are forbidden to enter. If a mosque had a throne room, it would be in the men's prayer hall, and the Imam would be the king. Mistress Aminah suddenly stopped walking, and ordered her 'dog' to stop as well. Wahid nodded, and winced as Mistress Aminah smacked his face for not obeying her commands fast enough.
