The life of a bisexual man is seldom easy or simple, but mine is more complicated than most. The name is Suleiman Mehdi. I was born in the City of Casablanca, Morocco, to a Moroccan father and Somali mother. Growing up a biracial man in one of the Muslim world's most beautiful and famous cities wasn't easy. Even though Moroccan society is fairly tolerant and open-minded compared to other Arabian and North African nations, there's still a lot of prejudice against the black minority living within the country's borders.
My father, Omar Mehdi, often told me about his family's staunch opposition when he fell in love with my mother Fowziyah Ahmed. Arabs, North Africans and Persians have a long and complex history with their African neighbors. In the old days, an African king from Nubia ( present-day Sudan ) conquered the land of Egypt and his family ruled both realms for generations. In the pre-Islamic Arab world, wars between Africans and Arabs were pretty common. The only Arabian country with a history of peace and respect with its African neighbor is Yemen. Yemenis and Somalis seem to have had peaceful relations for centuries. They're the exception rather than the rule. For the most part, Arabs seem to have nothing but hate and disdain for all things black.
Even in Morocco, one of the most racially diverse nations in the Muslim world, the anti-black sentiment was felt daily. My mother told me how she would get scornful looks from Moroccan women when out with my father in their younger days. Arab men have a long history of sexual relations with African women, but these liaisons are usually purely sexual. It's a rare Arab man who will take an African woman as wife. To the best of my knowledge, most Arab men will not let their daughters marry African men. Like many men from other races around the world, Arab guys have a lot of hatred and disdain for the African male. As the mixed-race son of a wealthy and powerful North African father and Black mother, they saw me as a threat as I walked through the streets of Casablanca and Marrakesh.
I guess that's part of the reason why I was most anxious to leave. I left Cadi Ayyad University in Marrakesh after just one year, opting to study abroad instead. That's how I ended up at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'd met a few Canadians while in Marrakesh and grown fascinated by them and their culture. I guess that's why I opted to study in Canada. Carleton totally blew all my expectations, and I sort of fell in love with this beautiful school full of fascinating people from various ethnic and national backgrounds. I saw hijab-wearing gals from Arabian and African nations in the hallways as well as blonde-haired and blue-eyed European gals in tank tops and short skirts. Fascinating, this school's diversity!
As a six-foot-three, burly young man with light brown skin, curly black hair and light bronze eyes, I tend to attract attention wherever I go. I'm still a minority in Canada, after all. Nevertheless, I set out to explore the Capital of Canada. Not long after I moved to Ottawa, I began going to bars and clubs, and meeting those fascinating western ladies that I had heard so much about. The thing about foreign-born Muslim men is that many of us lust after western women and their liberal, free-spirited attitude toward all things sexual and curse them in the same breath. I've never been like that because, well, I am different from the others.
Ever since I could remember, I've felt attracted to both women and men. Of course, I kept this to myself. Like a good Muslim I strove for sexual purity. The Koran is very strict when it comes to homosexuality, bisexuality, lesbianism and things of that nature. Same-sex sexual contact is strictly forbidden. Many people from my faith believe that sexual perversion is Iblis ( the chief evil spirit in the Islamic faith ) way of testing us and luring us away from the love of God. As a Muslim I felt terrible for having these urges in the first place.
There was a time when I tried to pray them away, actually. Long have I denied my sexual urges. My first heterosexual experience was with a young Arab gal named Amal Yusuf whom I met at the university in Marrakesh. I'd been fooling around with other guys in my neighborhood, notably my tall, muscular and well-endowed Somali buddy Ibrahim Mohammed, for ages. Now, the funny thing about Islamic societies is that a man caught with another man's wife or daughter faces more punishment than a man caught with another man. If you're caught doing homosexual acts you may get lashes in public or end up in jail for a few days. If they catch you with another guy's wife, you and the lady in question could end up beheaded. It happened to a Saudi princess a long time ago. There's even a documentary about it called Death of a Princess.
Amal and I were taking a lot of risks by getting involved, especially since her father Ali Yusuf promised her hand in marriage to a wealthy Algerian businessman named Fahad Loudahi. We shared some passionate moments together, Amal and I. Honestly, I miss that slender, sexy body and nice, round butt of hers. Moroccan gals are something else. Amal wasn't pure North African, though, her mother is originally from Lebanon, making her part Arab. The combination made for a lovely gal with bronze skin, curly black hair and almond-shaped brown eyes. Hmmm. I get hard just thinking about those lovely lips of hers wrapped around my dick. Arab girls give killer head, man. Never let anyone tell you different.
