It was a warm summer afternoon and Aisha was out and about soliciting donations for the new mosque that was recently built in the area. She had immigrated to America from Bangladesh only a few months earlier to attend a local college and was eager to share her Muslim faith in the community.
Having led a very sheltered life, Aisha was a bit wary of Americans after all that she heard from her family, especially white males. She had heard that they were perverted and always looking to take advantage of young women. But during the time she had visited various neighborhoods, Aisha never encountered any racism or hatred...
As Aisha walked up to the last house on her list, she could see a small silver convertible sitting in the garage with its top down.
Aisha rang the door bell and got no answer. She hit the button again and was just about to walk away as the door slowly opened. A white man wearing shorts and a form fitting t-shirt emerged from inside and smiled softly.
"May I help you?" he asked.
Aisha couldn't help but notice how attractive he was.
"Hi, my name is Aisha and I'm in your neighborhood letting people know about our new mosque that was just built down the road. We're asking for donations as well as inviting people to come worship with us."
The man looked up and down Aisha's body and seemed to be paying more attention to her burqa then what she was saying about the new mosque.
"Why don't you come inside where it's nice and cool Miss Aisha? My name is Michael by the way."
Aisha hesitated for a moment, since she was warned not to enter anyone's house while soliciting donations. But this man seemed gentle and innocent enough, so she slowly walked into the house.
The decor inside was mild and understated as Aisha glanced around the cozy living room.
Michael went into the kitchen and began to pour 2 glasses of cold water. He returned and handed one to Aisha as he continued to stare at the burqa.
"So what exactly are you selling anyway?" Michael inquired.
"There is a new mosque in the area and our members are trying to raise money for a separate children's center."
"I see. So were you born and raised as a Muslim Aisha?"
"Yes, I come from a very strict religious family back in Bangladesh."
"Well, good morals are important I always say."
Michael then asked "Would you like a tour of the house? I need to go upstairs anyway to get my checkbook, so I thought I'd show you the rest of my place."
Aisha felt uneasy about the idea of going upstairs in this strange man's house, but he seemed nice enough and he was about to make a donation so she acquiesced.
"Sure, why not."
As they walked up the stairs, Aisha noticed pictures along the wall of Michael and his son, and it made her feel a bit more comfortable since he appeared to be the doting father of a beautiful little boy. They continued their brief tour and then walked into the master bedroom.
Aisha looked around, admiring the large walk in closet, full of contemporary clothes that were meticulously organized. She thought it a bit odd that he was wearing clothes more suitable for teenager than a middle aged man. But then again, he was rather young and fit looking, so she didn't pay it any mind.
Aisha took a quick glance in the bathroom and just as she walked back into the bedroom, Michael closed the door and locked it behind him.
"What are you doing?" Aisha exclaimed, sensing something sinister was going on.
Michael slowly walked towards her, looking at her body like a hungry animal.
"Did you really think I was going to give you a donation?"
Aisha began to move away from Michael and was soon backed into the corner.
"Let me go!"
Michael moved closer and soon was a mere inches away from Aisha as she began to push him back.
Michael grabbed both of her arms and pushed back against the wall.
"There's no need to be scared, I'm not going to hurt you", he whispered.
Michael's hands slowly released their grip as Aisha squirmed underneath him.
"Why won't you let me go? What do you want from me?"
Michael ignored the question and began to touch Aisha's face, admiring its softness and warmth.
She pulled back and attempted to push his hands away.
Michael continued and soon his hands were cupping her firm young breasts.
Aisha resisted and broke free briefly and ran to the bedroom door.
She struggled to unlock it and just as she opened it, Michael was behind her and closed it abruptly. He grabbed her arm and threw her on the bed.
Aisha began to sit up and was about to stand, when Michael positioned himself in front of her, standing above her.
He began to take off his clothes and Aisha yelled "what the hell are you doing?!"
She tried to stand up, but Michael pushed her back down on the bed. As she struggled to move off the bed, Aisha noticed that Michael was now naked and his penis was standing erect. It was the first time she had seen one up close and in person, and now that she was face to face with a man's private parts, it left her paralyzed...
Aisha looked up at Michael, pleading with him "Please let me leave."
"Not before you give me what I want" Michael said sternly.
His words left Aisha stunned and a sense of dread quickly came over her.