My name is Carla Hayden. I'm a young biracial and queer-identified woman living in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Belfast, Northern Ireland, to Maeve Hayden, an Irish Catholic mother and Djamal Adewale, a Nigerian father who converted from Islam to Atheism. Presently, I study business administration at Carleton University. I hold dual Irish and Canadian citizenships, which aren't all they're cracked up to be. Anyone looking at me sees a six-foot-tall gal with long black hair, hazel eyes and light brown skin. People often say I'm beautiful and exotic. The perks of having African and Caucasian blood mixing to create wonderfully unique me. I'm no slouch in the brains department either, unlike some pretty girls you'll meet every now and then. I have a story to share with you.
Growing up in a happily atheist household, I simply don't get religion. Especially deeply conservative religions like Islam. No, I'm not going to sign up or join them. Why? Hmmm. I have nothing against any religion per se. I like to do my own thing. I like to dress any way I like. I like smoking cigarettes. I like doing a little weed every now and then. I like going to the beach in swimsuits that reveal almost everything they're supposed to conceal. I also like to deal with men and women of diverse racial and religious backgrounds. I prefer women but men are okay to play with sexually sometimes. My roommate Aisha Abdul-Majid is Muslim, and she's originally from the region of Mount Liban in the Republic of Lebanon. She's around five-foot-eight, chubby, with dark bronze skin, long black hair and a huge round ass. I didn't know Arab chicks got booty until I met Aisha. Even though she's a prude like most of the hijab-wearing Muslim chicks on the Carleton University campus, I decided to have my way with her. I want to introduce a conservative Muslim woman to the joys of lesbian sex. Isn't that just wonderfully naughty of me?
Interestingly, Aisha is engaged to this Palestinian guy named Mahmoud and they're going to get married at the end of 2012. Mahmoud is a fat, dark-haired and bronze-skinned guy in his late thirties. Aisha thinks he's made out of gold because he's studying to become an Imam after failing at his real estate career. I think Mahmoud is a creep and I tried to warn Aisha about him but Muslim chicks can be so stubborn in their defense of Muslim men. My father warned me about Muslim guys, especially the Arab ones. You see, when he was a devout Nigerian Muslim, my father studied at a school in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. There, he experienced first-hand the abject racism of the Arabs. A lot of Arab men have Black women as their mistresses, though they rarely marry Black females. Those same Arab men would get a heart attack if they met a Black man who was married to an Arab woman. My father once married this Saudi woman named Fatuma Al-Dawar, and her family ran the couple out of Riyadh, where they lived at the time. They escaped to the United Kingdom, where a deeply depressed Fatuma took her own life a year later.
