Arab men hate seeing Arab women with non-Arab males, and these fuckers are racist as hell even though they will deny it until kingdom come. So I know when they see me with my new Haitian-Canadian lover Marcel, they want to tear their eyes out. Makes me shudder with pleasure just thinking about their reaction. The fact that Marcel is a proud Christian with a prominently displayed crucifix hanging around his neck upsets them even more. I'm an Arab woman I know these things. About a year ago, my life changed when I caught my husband in bed with another man. I decided to kick the liar to the curb, and make some changes in my life. This is how I did it.
My name is Farah Abdullah and I was born in the City of Nabatieh, Southern Lebanon, and raised in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. For twenty years I was a good wife to one Ali Suleiman, a Lebanese-Canadian businessman I met while studying business administration at the University of Toronto. My father, Hussein Abdullah was quite taken with Ali Suleiman when I presented him to my family. We got married, and we were together for a long time but there hasn't been any love between us in the last years of our marriage. To add insult to injury, he treated me like shit and even put his hands on me. That's why I left him and took him to the cleaners. I got the house, most of the cars and half his business empire. Life is definitely good.
A lot of Arab Muslim women in Canada love talking about how much they love Islamist culture and all but when the shit hits the fan, they're glad they are lucky enough to live outside of the Middle East. Had I been in the Republic of Lebanon when I divorced my husband Ali Suleiman, I would have gotten next to nothing. In Muslim culture, in cases of divorce the man gets everything and the woman usually gets nothing. In order to marry me, Ali Suleiman had to pay a dowry to my father Karim Abdullah and the whole thing was a business transaction and not a romantic affair at all. He essentially bought me from my father. Muslim women can only dream of romantic love the way women in secular or Judeo-Christian countries can. Not much romance in Islam, folks. It's a rigid and inflexible world. Sorry to burst your bubble.
Now that I look back on it, I'm glad I left not only my husband but our way of life. As Muslim women, our lives are more than a little bit dull. First we belong to our fathers then we belong to our husbands. If we don't follow the rules when it comes to feminine decency and proper conduct, we could lose our lives. I trust by now you know about honor killings in Islam? Lots of young Muslim women are getting killed nowadays because their fathers and other male family members consider them polluted by western ideas. When we live in places like America, Canada or Europe, our families are particularly strict with us because they know that it's easy for us to deviate from the Islamic way and follow the Western way since the society around us actually encourages female power and independence.
To show you how incredibly hypocritical a lot of Muslim immigrant men are, they get mad if they see an immigrant woman from a Muslim country walking around Toronto, Vienna, New York or Paris wearing a short skirt and showing the world her sexiness. Yet they chase white women who dress sexily as if their lives depended on it. I cannot stand these hypocrites. Take my husband Ali Suleiman for example. He used to flip out if I smiled at a waiter while we were at a restaurant together. Yet he had numerous affairs with both male and female sex partners throughout our marriage.
I knew Ali Suleiman was bisexual. Male bisexuality is pretty common in the Muslim world. Lots of Muslim wives know their men swing both ways. We ignore it as long as they don't rub our faces in it. Appearance counts for everything in our world. That's what I did, until Ali took it too far. One day I came home to find him in bed with Michael, the twenty-year-old Jamaican college sportsman who lived next door to us. I got mad, called Ali a cock sucker and a faggot and then I threw something at him. Then I stormed off. Later, Ali got so mad at me for confronting him that he smacked me around, giving me a black eye. When I looked at myself in the mirror the next morning, I told myself that I would kill him. I honestly wanted to do it. Then I got a better idea.
Women living in Muslim countries basically have no rights. If our husbands want to divorce us, they can do it easily and they get to keep the house, and any offspring resulting from the marriage. In North America, things are different. Women actually have rights in this continent. That's why I hired the most wicked divorce lawyer in all of Toronto, a Jewish woman named Esther Rosenthal. Together with that one, I set out to destroy Ali Suleiman's life. I went after his money, his reputation and his life. My ex-husband was a wealthy man thanks to his successful real estate business and the three restaurants he owned. Arab men are notoriously shady when it comes to hiding their assets but I am an Arab woman, I know all of their damn tricks. I knew just what to look for. He couldn't hide the money from me by putting it in offshore accounts. I knew all his tricks, like I said. And I was ready for him.
That's how it went down. I took Ali Suleiman to the cleaners, and left him basically penniless. He swore revenge upon me, and did so in open court. The judge granted me a permanent restraining order against his sorry ass. After the cases of Omar Khadr, the young Afghan-Canadian terrorist recently released into Canadian custody by the authorities of Guantanamo Bay and the case of the Shafia daughters who got killed by their father, brother and mother, Canadian courts are very suspicious of Arab men. They're ready and eager to believe that every Arab man out there is a potential terrorist who hates women and wants the world dominated by the cruel doctrines of Sharia Law. Faking some tears in court and begging the judge to protect me from my evil Arab Muslim ex-husband was easy. It's always easy to get someone to do what they want to do anyways.