Blac Man Marries Arab Woman

My name is Charleston Winston. I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Some call me an adventurer just because of how I live my life. I'm not doing anything wrong the way I see it. I recently transferred to Ottawa's very own Carleton University from Hartford University in metropolitan Hartford, Connecticut. My parents Oliver and Martha Winston got tired of my living at home and sent me to study abroad because they wanted to breathe. I got sent to cold-ass Canada, which makes New England look like Florida comes winter time. It's not easy being an African-American in the Capital of Canada but I'm dealing. Got to make the best of a tough situation, you know?

Right now, I'm lying in bed with my girlfriend Fathiyah Al-Fatah, a young Arab woman whom I began dating in September 2011. She's originally from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia but has lived in the province of Ontario, Canada, for most of her life. Fathiyah is a business administration major at Carleton University, a fact that doesn't sit right with her father Abdullah Al-Fatah, a wealthy and powerful Saudi businessman who frequently rubs elbows with the Canadian social and political elite in the major cities of Toronto, Vancouver, Montreal and Calgary. I admit that I was initially nervous about dating a young Arab woman. I don't mean to sound stereotypical but I hear that Arab guys are really controlling, that they don't respect women and they consider honor killings justified. Hell, there's a case in front of the Ontario legislature right now about an Arab guy, his wife and son who conspired to kill some of their family members.

Man, it's a scary world we live in. Seriously. I hate to say it but Middle-Eastern guys are quite backwards in the way they treat women. Some young American and Canadian women delude themselves into thinking Arab guys believe in gender equality. According to my Fathiyah, that's a total lie. In all mosques, the Muslim guys tell the Muslim women to pray in the back rooms because the presence of women isn't considered acceptable to Muslim men when they're praying. Fathiyah told me many disturbing things about the way the men of her faith treat women. Apparently, in Saudi Arabia women aren't allowed to drive and a woman needs to be accompanied by a male relative every time she leaves the house. Apparently, women in the Kingdom need their sons permission to do basically anything at all in the absence of their husbands.

According to Fathiyah, Arab guys firmly believe that women are their property. In pretty much the same way that the belt on my pants is my property. That's how these guys view women. And they're not going to change their mindset even if they live in Europe, America, Canada, Australia or New Zealand. Women in the Western world delude themselves into thinking that men from the Muslim world can change their barbaric and sexist ways. According to Fathiyah, that's never going to happen. Islam isn't compatible with liberal democracy or gender equality, according to Fathiyah. My girlfriend tells me she pities Western women who actually believe the lies Arab guys tell about being moderate. Wow. I was stunned when she began revealing those things to me.

Fathiyah is different from the other Muslim women I see walking around Carleton University. Yes, she sometimes wears the hijab and yes, like most of them, she's soft-spoken and reserved. However, that's where the similarities end. My lady has a mind of her own. She firmly believes in gender equality. That's the reason she and her father as estranged. She assured me that if he were to find out she'd been dating any man, for any reason, he would have a fit. She also told me, with a cold fire in her eyes, that she would not hesitate to call the Ottawa Police Service and have her father arrested if he ever threatened her with harm to restore his so-called honor. Fathiyah has a mind of her own, and wants to live her life by her own rules. She doesn't want to be the virtual slave of some Arab guy just because the outdated teachings of Mohammed say so. She lives in Canada, where a woman can be anything she wants to be. Fathiyah wants to become a high-ranking businesswoman someday. When I ask her if she will only marry a Muslim guy, she told me that she will choose the man she marries based on how he makes her feel, not his religion. I was satisfied with that answer.

I have grown really fond of this lovely Saudi Arabian woman. She's so lovely. Five feet eleven inches tall, slim and fit, with long Black hair, dark bronze skin and pale brown eyes. The first time I saw Fathiyah letting her hair down ( she mainly wears the hijab on holidays ) I was mesmerized. Saudi Arabian women are uniquely beautiful. Of course, Saudi Arabian men know that. Must be why they demand that Saudi Arabian women be veiled at all times. Fathiyah is a traffic-stopping beauty, folks. I still remember the first time I saw her. I was riding the number four bus heading downtown from Carleton University. It was a Friday night and the bus was packed with beautiful young women from schools like Algonquin College, La Cite Collegiale, Ottawa University and Carleton University. Lovely gals of all shades. Gorgeous young Black women. Curvy, blonde-haired and blue-eyed European beauties. Hot and bothered Hispanic gals. Cute and feisty Asian ladies. And every man drooling over them.

I was in the bus with my buddy Jake, a red-haired white guy from the City of Melbourne in Australia, and of course my main man Arnold, a burly Jamaican guy from Toronto, Ontario. We were all headed to Lobby Night Club in downtown Ottawa. I was flirting with this cute Black chick named Miranda and she wasn't too responsive. My buddy Jake was making fun of me as he locked lips with Kyra Lee, a short Chinese chick. I wasn't having the best of nights since Miranda told me to get lost and everybody on the bus was laughing at me. Shortly before we got downtown, a tall, pretty lady entered the bus. She was an Arab gal, conservatively dressed, with a modest hijab. And she was also the most beautiful woman on the bus. Upon seeing her, all the other girls started rolling their eyes and pursing their lips. Classic female behavior indicating jealousy over another gal's beauty. If she noticed the effect she had on both men and women, the Arab gal didn't seem to mind or care. She sat down and began reading a book. When the bus stopped at the Rideau Shopping Center in downtown Ottawa, I looked at the Arab gal as she got off. Even though she was slim and athletic, she had one hell of a booty that her long traditional dress couldn't hide. Hot damn! Wow. As my friends and I walked to the club, I found myself thinking about that gal a lot!

The next time I ran into her was inside the Carleton University library. I needed help with my Psychology 1002 class ( which I was in danger of failing due to a crappy midterm) and the academic help center assigned me a tutor. As luck would have it, that tutor was none other than Fathiyah Al-Fatah. Wow. I was nervous as hell when she approached me. I was really surprised when she shook my hand as she introduced herself. In my experience with Muslim women who wore the hijab, they weren't big on shaking hands with men. Also, while tutoring me, she excused herself for twenty minutes and came back after lunchtime. I figured she'd gone home to pray, but Fathiyah told me she went home to take care of Abdul. I thought Abdul was her husband, or her grandpa or something but as it turns out, Abdul was her dog. Wait a minute? Fathiyah is a Muslim woman and she has a dog! In my experience with people from the Arab world, and Muslims in general, they consider dogs to be haram, meaning unclean. Well, Fathiyah surprised me by showing me pictures of herself walking her dog Abdul, a large Doberman with big balls. My gaze lingered over the picture, not because of her dog but because of how hot she looked in skin tight jeans. Wow.

Yeah, after that first meeting I was smitten with Fathiyah Al-Fatah. We became friends, and I learned a bit more about her. Her father Abdullah Al-Fatah is one of the biggest realtors in the Province of Ontario. He's a multi-millionaire. Also, he deals in real estate in the City of Atlanta, Georgia as well as in the City of Galway, Ireland. The guy has business holdings in Europe, America and Canada. Wow. Fathiyah told me she wanted to follow in his footsteps but he was really traditional and wanted to have her marry some sheikh from Saudi Arabia before her twenty-first birthday. Twenty-year-old Fathiyah Al-Fatah had no desire to be anybody's wife. She wanted to get her bachelor's degree in business administration from Carleton University and then head to McGill University in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to get her MBA. The gal has smarts, ambition and good looks. What's she doing with a guy like me again? The dictionary definition of slacker says "look up Charleston Winston".

Folks, I fell in love with Fathiyah Al-Fatah. I gathered my courage and asked her out, and to my immense surprise she not only said yes, but she kissed me on the spot! Everybody stared as the tall, beautiful, hijab-wearing Saudi gal kissed me, a Black guy from America, inside the campus library. Fathiyah and I became an item. Guys, I worship the ground she walks on. She's a goddess in my eyes. We haven't had sex yet. To be honest, it's not because she doesn't want to. Fathiyah likes to grab my ass and pinch my nipples in public. I'm discovering that Muslim women are sexually aggressive! Honestly, I love this young Arab woman and I don't want to fuck things up. I've gone out with hot white chicks who sucked my dick and made me lick their pussy on the first date. I've also banged some hot Black chicks within hours of meeting them. I don't want to do that with Fathiyah. I love her. Although I was raised as an atheist, I'm willing to convert to Islam just to marry her. Fathiyah doesn't want me to convert. She doesn't like the men of her faith and thinks they would corrupt my liberal mindset if I were exposed to them. I told her that I love her and she told me that she loves me. And in spite of my resolve, last night we had sex. I'm sorry, I meant that we made love.

I can't tell you how wonderful it felt to finally make love to my Fathiyah. To kiss her lips. To feel her skin against mine. To suck her tits and hear her moan in pleasure. Ah, the sweet taste of her pussy as I gently spread her legs and began licking her like my life depended on it. The firmness of her big butt in my hands as I squeezed it gently. The passion we felt as she climbed on top of me and inserted my hard, uncircumcised penis into her womanhood. Our screams of pleasure as we drank each other in. Man, waking up in her arms is a feeling I cannot describe. Everything felt right. Everything just fell into place. I belonged at last. Fathiyah grinned at me, kissed me tenderly and told me she had to go feed Abdul, the dog. I watched her heart-shaped butt as got up from the bed, naked, and walked to the kitchen. Arab women are goddesses! How can Arab men refuse them anything? Lovely as Fathiyah is, she could say two plus two equaled five and I would say hell yeah! I looked at the ceiling and smiled. I was content at last. God, I thank you for everything. I found my future wife!