Note to Reader: Batool Naifeh, otherwise known as the Devil's Whore, is a woman of stark contradictions. Her name, Batool, which means Ascetic Virgin or someone who withdraws from worldly pleasures in pursuit of spiritualism, is reflective of her strict Kuwaiti Salafist Muslim family, whose values she still holds dear. She is not a 'rebel' and is a woman who seeks religious piety, but being a flawed person succumbs to worldly pleasures. During her adolescence, she had visions of the devil and rumours persisted of an intimate relationship between the two, something she denies, but follows her nonetheless. A beautiful girl with bronzed skin, big green eyes, white hijab, jeans, round butt and slender body, she stands out. Coming to America to further her medical studies, she finds great temptation and stumbles upon an underworld of publicly pious Muslim girls who secretly run a sex dungeon with American men. Enjoy
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The Devil's Whore, that's what they call me. I was a naïve girl when I first encountered him, I was playing in a field, when I started to hear voices whispering in my ear. At first, I couldn't understand the words were backwards and the voice was like nothing I had ever encountered. I was scared and began screaming, I thought a Jin (Spirit) was taking over my body, I couldn't move and felt paralysed. I then saw a boy emerge in the field, but I couldn't see his face, because he was so far away. He was drawing closer, but I could tell there was something unusual about him. He was humming an innocent tune, but the more he hummed, the more sinister it began to sound.
Echoes rang around in my head, and I began to feel itching in my feet and legs, I look down and red marks appear. I look up again and the boy's face becomes clearer, but when it does, it becomes obvious he is no boy. His face is wrinkled, ugly, dirty, white and old looking, he looks up and his eyes are red and he has no eye-brows. He then speaks, "Shamota (Whore), you are going to become a slave of the flesh, imprisoned by carnal desires. The purity of your family name and your ancestors, will be destroyed on the night of your first penetration. Women are the key to lineage, they embody and reflect the men in their life, and they give birth to the next generation. They are the creators of nations, but when you open your legs, a new nation shall be born. A nation of fire, which will enflame the old nation, who's people will be eradicated by fire."
I want to speak, but am crippled by fear and I broke into a cold sweat. I also feel really cold and shudder, his voice is like none of which, I have heard before. He speaks again, "There will come a day when Arabs leave the desert and build tall towers. There will come a time when nakedness will be public, children will disobey their parents. The slave will give birth to the master. A time when mountains will move. A time when men and women will be confused for one another and that time will be the 'hour', the last hour. But I am not talking about the end times, I am talking about the end of you. Your hijab will be replaced with the mini-skirt, your medical text books with debaucheries magazines, your piety with lust and your mind with irrational desires. The appearance of the half-man, half-pig, will set you on the path to annihilation."
The ghoulish figure points to something behind me, "He is here." I feel my body and head turning, but I am not in control of myself, some external forces turned me. A sinister figure appears, he smiles, but has no teeth. I faint and wake up a while later and everything is normal. The truth is I am still not sure what happened, I am not even sure if it did happen. But rumours spread by my friends went around, and I earned the nickname, 'The Devil's whore.' I hate the name, but because of the rumours, I decided to become more devout. I was sent to the doctor, but there were no signs of epilepsy or any psychological condition. My parents put it down to my over-active imagination, but it was while I was with the doctor that I decided to become one.
There is something else, I remember that around the same time, I went onto my father's computer and I think I stumbled upon images of naked woman, but I can't remember. Sometimes, I remember being aroused at these sexual images, but other times I think I was horrified and not aroused. Sometimes, I imagine myself touching my private parts while looking at the pictures, but I would always push the thoughts out of my head. I sometimes think the images of large penises, cream faced blondes and penetration are imprinted into my brain and that if we invent technology to look into the human mind, they will see these images in my head. I sometimes think we humans have minds, which are spiritual and extend beyond our biological brain, and they connect to other people's minds. But this worries me, because others will be able to see my dirty thoughts.
I pray a lot, even more than five times a day, because I want to change my mind and remove these perverted thoughts. I don't want to be a slut, I want to only enjoy the fruits of erotica, once I am married to a pious Muslim man. But if I am to get there, I must, "Burn the fat from my soul," as Ernest Hemingway said. My family is a good family and I do not want to dishonor them, my father is an architect and my mother teaches in the university. Besides, I know little about sex, and what I do know comes from medical text books.
A few years have passed and I am now ready to study in America, I have proven myself honorable through hard work at school and my religious activities. I have organised female religious study and pray sessions. I have also equipped myself against evil and temptation by studying Islamic holy texts and learning how to recite important religious verses. Some people still whisper about me being the devil's whore, but through my association with Sheikh Al-Hamadi and his foundations, I've managed to prevent the rumours from spreading further and have protected my reputation. Without this, I would be unable to go to America.
It's a long flight to New York, but as soon as I landed, I automatically felt like a fish out of water. The place terrifies me and I couldn't wait to get out of the airport and to my apartment. But my first night in New York was not good, I had a pounding headache and when I went to sleep, I heard whisperings inside my own head. I couldn't tell if it was a dream or not, but I hadn't felt this sensation since my encounter with HIM. I spend the next few days avoiding eye-contact with people and I felt incredibly alone. I realized, I was in a new place and no-one cared for me here.
But that all changed on the day my lectures started. Sitting eating lunch and I am approached by a fellow student. She has a huge smile on her face and she walks over too me.
Noor: "Hi, you where in my physiology class, right?"
"Hiya, yes I was. My name is Batool and your name is?"
Noor: "My name is Noor, may I take a seat?"
Noor looks like an Arab and has an Arabic name, but speaks with an American accent. She has light brown skin, dark hair and eyes and quite slender. She wears normal Western clothes and does not wear the headscarf or Hijab.
"Sure, please take a seat."
Noor: "Thanks," she takes a seat and places her lunch on the desk. "So Batool, where are you from?"
"I am from Kuwait, just arrived in the United States. What about you? You look Arab, but sound American?" Noor smiles and her perfect white teeth are on display.
Noor: "I was born in Iraq, but my family came to the United States when I was 2. So I was raised here."
Crap an Iraqi!! Kuwait does not have good relations with Iraq, they invaded and occupied our country in 1990. Some of my uncles were rounded and murdered by the Iraqi regime, when they took over. Since then, my family has not liked Iraqis and I grow up hating them, but Noor seems to sweet. She doesn't seem like the monster, that my family painted Iraqis to be. I wonder what her family did during the war? Noor notices a look of hesitation on my face and quickly guesses, what I must be thinking.
