"Nice Persian ladies don't do the things I do, or live fearlessly, I know I break the rules but I don't care," Nazanin "Nana" Fereydoun said, licking her lips as she looked up at her boyfriend Ahmad Gassama. The tall, burly and dark-skinned Gambian Muslim stud smiled at her, and the two of them shared a passionate kiss. Nana grabbed Ahmad's ass, and he jerked awkwardly, causing her to laugh. She loved getting a rise out of him...
They stood in the middle of Confederation Park, having walked there after a night at the National Arts Center. A fine sheen of snow blanketed much of downtown Ottawa, but the happy twosome didn't mind the cold in the least. In the deserted park, surrounded by snow, with lights from nearby buildings forming halos on their faces, the two lovebirds faced each other.
Clad in a stylish black suit, white silk shirt and dark blue tie, Ahmad looked both rugged and elegant. Standing six-foot-four, dark-skinned, with a smooth shaven head and face, he was the living embodiment of West African masculinity with his raw good looks. Ahmad took Nana's breath away the first time she laid eyes on him while looking for Fauteux Hall, the vast building which housed the Law School at the University of Ottawa.
"Salaam, sister, I'll show you where the building is, I'm a law student myself," Ahmad said with a pleasant smile, and relief washed over the young Persian woman like an awesome wave. The short, curvy young woman followed her impromptu guide, and surely enough, Ahmad led Nana to her destination. Upon arriving at the Faculty of Law, Nana looked at her handsome guide most gratefully...
"Thank you kindly, brother, I'm Nazanin, but friends call me Nana," she said, and when Ahmad offered her his hand to shake, Nana shook it. Thus Ahmad Gassama and Nana were formally introduced. Nazanin had been in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for about a month when she met Ahmad. Political instability in her hometown of Qom, Iran, led Nazanin and her family to flee the country.
While her parents Nader and Leila Fereydoun chose to live in the City of Toronto, Nana opted for the quieter and seemingly safer town of Ottawa. The young Iranian woman found the capital quite charming and quaint, neither too big like Toronto or too small like some of the small towns she'd visited during a trip across Ontario. Nana felt good about choosing Ottawa. The place where she met Ahmad, the love of her life...
"Don't I know it," Ahmad replied, his deep voice snatching Nana out of her little trip down memory lane. And he then took Nana's sleek hand and brought it to his lips. For ages Ahmad had been seeing the Shen Yun posters all over the City of Ottawa. At malls, on the street, and even on campus, he heard people talk about the legendary Chinese art show. Finally, he bought a pair of tickets for himself and Nana. For he wanted his beloved to experience the best of what Ottawa had to offer...
"Tonight was awesome, Ahmad, thanks for bringing me to the NAC," Nana whispered, and she grinned, the light from nearby buildings shining on her round, cute face. Ahmed smiled and nodded in agreement, but otherwise remained silent. Nana looked at this tall, wonderful young man, a Muslim brother from the other side of the world, and shook her head, amazed. Had it really been only a year since Ahmad came into her life?
Born in the City of Brufut, Gambia, to imam Mohammed Gassama and his wife Ayat, Ahmad Gassama was raised in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. His parents moved to the Canadian capital a few months after he first saw the light of day, fleeing their homeland as a result of tensions between the Republic of the Gambia and its fearsome, powerful neighbor Senegal.
Canada was all that Ahmad knew, and he remembered nothing of his birthplace. Nevertheless, Ahmad was a proud Muslim, and one of the rules of Islam mandated that Muslims help their fellow Muslims in their time of need. That's why he felt drawn to the short, curvy, Hijab-wearing, fair-skinned Muslim gal whom he saw standing in the middle of the quad at the University of Ottawa, looking utterly helpless. Little did he know that he was about to meet a most unique woman...
"Thanks for being in my life," Ahmad said to a grinning Nana. The two of them walked the steps leading from the frozen, deserted park to the bridge. They walked up Mackenzie King Bridge and once there, they caught the 95 bus heading to the distant suburb of Orleans, Ontario. Ahmad and Nana sat in the swivel seats, smack in the middle. Sitting up on her man's lap, Nana looked into Ahmad's golden brown eyes.
"The things I am going to do to you when we get home," Nana whispered into Ahmad's ear, and he grinned and kissed her. It was close to midnight and the bus was nearly empty, which suited Ahmad and Nana just fine. The horny couple took the opportunity to make out throughout the ride, and didn't even notice when the bus finally pulled into Place d'Orleans Station...
"Oops, sorry," Nana said to the bus driver, a chubby balding white guy in his forties, as he cleared his throat loudly. Nana shook Ahmad, who had apparently fallen asleep and the young West African Muslim smiled and nodded, his eyes still sleepy. Nana half-dragged him off the bus, and they left the bus stop and crossed the highway. Upon reaching the snow-covered sidewalk, they trudged the half mile to their rented apartment in the Forest View area.
