As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. My name is Nafisa Sassine, and I'm a young Muslim woman of Lebanese descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business administration, with a minor in political science at Carleton University. Oh, and I'd like to take a moment to clarify some grave misconceptions that you Westerners continue to have about us Muslim ladies. You seem to think we're soft and sweet, quiet and self-effacing, and completely oblivious to things like power and sex. Nothing could be further from the damn truth...
The truth of the matter is that modern Muslim women, especially the ones living in the West, are just as concerned about things like sex, politics and power as other women are. I was born in the environs of Nabatieh, Lebanon, and grew up in the South Keys area of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. I live in a nice apartment building within walking distance of the O-Train Station, and work as a cashier at the South Keys Walmart store to pay the bills...
If you saw me, you'd probably assume that I was just your average Hijabi...and you'd be dead wrong. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, curvy, with dark bronze skin, light brown eyes and short, curly dark hair that I usually tuck away under my Hijab. I often wear long-sleeved shirts regardless of weather, and I don't wear pants, favoring instead to sport traditional long Islamic skirts. I don't step out of the house without my Hijab, and no, my parents are definitely not the reason why I wear it...
My parents, Ahmed Sassine and Mariam Suleiman-Sassine recently sold our old house in South Keys and moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec, where they bought a nice condo. They are fairly liberal folks, my parents. Indeed, my mother never wore the hijab when I was growing up and my father seldom went to the mosque, preferring to hang out with friends at the local Shawarma restaurant, playing cards or attending cultural events. Does that surprise you? Secular Muslims do exist, and there's nothing wrong with that...
As a young Muslim woman who grew up in the capital region of Canada, I often found myself torn between two worlds. The West with its myriad misconceptions and endless variations, and the Islamic world, with its strict public façade of order and religiosity and its sensual, torrid private face. Canadian society likes to tell immigrants, especially the ones from Africa and the Arab world, that we need to assimilate to western social norms. Yet not a day goes by that a racist white person doesn't yell at one of us to go back where we came from. Fascinating, isn't it?
My passport states that I am a naturalized citizen of Canada but I know that being an Arab female, I'll never be Canadian enough for certain white people. And you know what? I am okay with that. I embrace the fact that I am an Arab woman and I love being a Muslim. On my own terms, of course. Yes, I go to the mosque on Fridays and I proudly wear the Hijab wherever I go. I'm fairly active in the Muslim Scholars Association at Carleton University. I'm also a proud feminist.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, some feminists are Muslim and wear the Hijab, deal with it. Oh, and I am also a sexual being and don't apologize for it. I, Nafisa Sassine, am an Arab Muslim woman who admits to having sex and enjoying it. I like sex in its endless variety. And no, I am not married. I have sexual needs and I like to have them met. I don't care if some Muslims reading this say that it is haram or whatever. If you don't like it, you can kiss my thick Lebanese derriere...
"Khadija, it's not polite to fart on a guy's dick while he's fucking you in the ass," I said to my good friend and roommate Khadija Osman, watching as the tall and curvy young Somali woman rocked back and forth as her Senegalese lover, Saint Paul University student Ibrahim Camara fucked her in the ass. Gripping Khadija's wide hips tightly, Ibrahim slammed his big black dick into her butt hole, causing her big ass to jiggle. As Ibrahim's dick filled her asshole, Khadija's squeals filled our shared apartment...
"Nafisa, shut the fuck up and mind your own business," Khadija shouted angrily, right before she resumed moaning and groaning as Ibrahim's big ole Senegalese dick continued to split her asshole apart. Good idea, I thought, as I focused on the task at hand. I looked up at my boyfriend and fellow Carleton University student, a Haitian Muslim dude named Isaac "Ishaq" Mondesir, and sniffed his big, deliciously dark dick before I resumed stroking it...
"Hmm, Isaac, I like the way your dick smells," I said to Isaac as I took his dick into my mouth, and the Haitian Muslim stud smiles and sighs happily as I suck him off. I've been fascinated by black men ever since I can remember and I'm that rare Arab female who openly dates the brothers. Lots of Arab males hate seeing Arab women with black men, but those same Arab guys love dating women of other races. Two can play that game if you ask me...
