The name is Azizah Osman and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. When you think of a Somali chick, I bet you think of the robed, hijab-wearing, quiet and mousy Muslim chicks you see on the subway or at the mall. Well, I'm nothing like them dumb bitches. You see, I got a mind of my own, and I like to do my own thing, much to the chagrin of my parents, Mohammed and Khadija Osman. They moved to the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, from the town of Mogadishu, the Capital of Somalia, in the early 1980s. I was born and raised in the Capital region of Canada, and I'm as Canadian as maple syrup.
Even though I was born and raised in this beautiful country, not a day goes by that I'm not forced to defend my ethnicity, my faith and my citizenship. Sometimes I get tired of the bigotry and like to grab the bull by the horns, so to speak. That's probably why I went off on some old white lady on OC Transpo the other day when she told me she was a proud Canadian then asked me where I'm from. That might seem like an innocent question to you but it isn't. It's white folks way of reminding us so-called visible minorities that Canada is theirs and that we don't belong. Fuck you, whitey! Yeah, I said it. And if you don't like it you can kiss my big Somali butt. On second thought, don't. If you saw my mesmerizing ass, your dumb brain might fall in lust and then I'd never get rid of you.
Anyhow, I'm studying Criminology at Carleton University, mainly because I want to work for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police someday. I was inspired by Mona Mansur, an Egyptian woman who became one of the first Arab women to work in law enforcement in Canada. She recently retired after thirty years with the Ottawa Police Service, and she teaches Criminal Justice at the University of Ottawa, of which she's an alumnus. I firmly believe that anything men think they can do, us women can definitely do better. When I tell people this, they're surprised. I guess they thought that just because I come from a Muslim background, I must be one of those brain-dead, ever-compliant, submissive Muslim bitches who can't tell the difference between God's Will and male insecurity. Insecure men use religion to control and dominate women. Christians do it. Jews do it. And Muslims have been doing it with great success since the seventh century. Men! They're really something, aren't they?
Now, although the things I say might be off-putting for some men, I am quite fond of the male of the species. The other day I met a very handsome guy. He introduced himself as Jorge Santos, and had the most delicious Latino accent. Jorge Santos was born and raised in the City of Havana in Cuba, and moved to Ottawa, Ontario, to study business administration at Carleton University. I don't usually do this but the first time I saw this sexy guy at the school library, I wanted a piece of him. I usually mainly date Black guys, as long as they're not Somali. I'm sorry but Somali guys treat us Somali women like shit. Most of the ones who are my age in the Ottawa area aren't interested in school or work, so they can't do anything for me. Most of them are into white females anyway, though I've seen a few Somali males with Arab chicks. I don't have a problem with Black guys dating women of other races. I still got much love for my Black men, and I definitely see myself marrying a Black man someday. As long as he's educated, good-looking, has a good job, and of course, he's got to be Muslim. That's all.
At the time that I met Jorge Santos, I was also talking to a very cute Black guy named Solomon Bashir Dawson, a tall and good-looking African-American guy from the City of Detroit, Michigan. Solomon Dawson is studying Criminal Justice at the University of Carleton, and he surprisingly comes from a Muslim background. You see, Solomon's father Henderson Muhammad Dawson is with the Nation of Islam in the U.S. He converted decades ago while attending Morehouse College in the City of Atlanta, State of Georgia, and raised his son Solomon in the Muslim faith. Solomon Dawson is definitely the kind of guy I could see myself marrying. And I wanted to hang onto him. I also wanted to have some fun on the side, and that's where Jorge Santos came in. The tall and slender, bronze-skinned and dark-eyed Cuban stud was a Christian, and to me, Christian guys have always been the forbidden fruit. Muslim girls are told to stay away from Christian guys and Jewish guys because they're not Muslim, and unfortunately, the reverse isn't true for Muslim guys. The men of Islam are allowed to marry women of any religion while us Muslim girls are pretty much stuck with the guys from our faith. If that's not a double standard, I don't know what is.
I think that's why I had designs on Jorge Santos the moment I laid eyes on him, and I set out to seduce him. When I want a man, I usually get him. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, slim and fit, but with curves where it counts, big tits and a nice, round ass. My skin is light brown and my eyes are bronze, partly because my father is biracial. My grandfather on my father's side was Lebanese and my grandmother was Somali. My family's unique mixture explains my skin tone and eye color, and why I look somewhat different from other Somali ladies. People often ask me if I am mixed but I tell them that I am one hundred percent Black. And I am proud of my Blackness, thank you very much. Anyhow, I set out to seduce Jorge Santos, and the sexy Latin stud from the island of Cuba didn't put up much of a fight.
