Necessity is definitely the mother of reinvention, as has often been said. This holds true in all parts of the world. Take Noor Al-Gergawi for example. Born into a wealthy family in the City of Dubai, crown jewel of the United Arab Emirates, Noor experienced nothing but luxury all the days of her life. Vacations in Vienna, Paris and Los Angeles, and shopping trips in London, Melbourne and New York City, those were the staples of the young Emirati Muslim noblewoman's life. Until the day it all came crashing down...
"Sister, we're going to have to leave, I'm afraid that our Baba has done something terrible," said Ali, Noor's older brother, as he spoke to her frantically. The two of them were in the living room of the family estate in the lofty, affluent east end of Dubai, and Noor couldn't remember the last time she saw her normally stoic older brother in panic mode. It absolutely worried her to see him like this...
"Ali, my dearest brother, calm down, what has Baba done?" Noor asked, and Ali smiled sadly and shook his head, and then told his younger sister what their father Mahmoud Al-Gergawi, one of the highest ranking Clerics in the Royal Court of the U.A.E had done. Noor had been bracing herself for the worst, given Ali's state, but it turned out to be much worse than anything she could have imagined...
"Baba has assassinated Karim Said, the Minister of the Interior, there were dozens of witnesses, it happened in court, in Judge Al-Masih's chambers," Ali said, and Noor's jaw just about hit the floor. Their father's rivalry with Minister Karim Said was a staple of courtly life in the Royal Court of the United Arab Emirates. Both men were masters of the political game, vying for the same positions. Still, Noor never thought that her hot-tempered zealot of a father would take things this far...
"Oh no," Noor said, gasping in shock, and she hugged her brother Ali gently, astonished by the news he'd just delivered. A sudden noise caught her attention, and Abdi, the family's Yemeni manservant, came running, a worried expression on his aged face. He looked at the Al-Gergawi siblings, clearing his throat loudly. One look at Abdi and Noor knew the old man was definitely the bearer of bad news.
"My apologies, sir and madam, Captain Amir Yassin of the Dubai Police Force is here," Abdi said, and the siblings exchanged a worried look, then nodded at the worried manservant. The police captain, a stocky, bronze-skinned, dark-haired man in his mid-forties strode into the family living room, flanked by a couple of uniformed young policemen.
"Ali Al-Gergawi, I am authorized by the Ministry of Justice of the United Arab Emirates to place you under arrest for high treason," Captain Amir Yassin said, and he nodded at his underlings, who grabbed Ali, and pulled him away from his sister. Noor watched haplessly as her brother was handcuffed and hauled away by the brutish policemen before her very eyes.
"Sister, I'm done, as is our father, you must get out of here," Ali Al-Gergawi said to Noor, and the tearful young woman nodded as her brother was taken away. This was the summer of 2012, and Noor Al-Gergawi was twenty years old. This was the last time she saw her brother Ali, who was destined to be executed by the Royal Court of the United Arab Emirates for seditious activities against the Crown.
Heartbroken but determined to survive, Noor Al-Gergawi fled the United Arab Emirates, boarding a flight to Europe on the very next day. She found herself alone in the world, as the name Al-Gergawi was cursed throughout the Arab world. The Emirati royals accused her father Mahmoud Al-Gergawi of murder and later executed him, along with his son, her brother Ali. The Al-Gergawi clan found itself the target of a purge, and they were rounded up and imprisoned, awaiting execution for supposedly plotting against the Emirati crown.
Noor Al-Gergawi went to the United Kingdom, which refused to give her political asylum, as they were quite close to the Emirati leadership. She then went to the United States, and faced the same problem. The Obama government was trying to build a good rapport with the major powers of the Middle East and wouldn't risk such an alliance over the fate of an unfortunate young woman. Noor was forced to flee to Canada, which, amazingly, granted her asylum.
Noor arrived in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, penniless and heartbroken over the deaths of her father and brother. She was facing an immigration hearing and had to rely on Legal Aide for help, since she had no money. Fortunately, the Canadian Immigration and Refugee Board granted her asylum. Noor was granted the right to live and work in Canada, and she tried to find work. In her younger days, Noor studied business administration at Aston University in the City of Birmingham, England. For a while, Noor worked at the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce as an account manager, until she was laid off eleven months later.
With the bills piling up, Noor Al-Gergawi was increasingly desperate. Her two-bedroom apartment in the neighborhood of Gloucester, Ontario, wasn't exactly cheap. What's a gal to do? While browsing online, Noor saw an ad for models, and went to check it out. Unfortunately, as it turns out, it wasn't the kind of modeling gig she thought it was. That's how Noor ended up working as a stripper at a seedy night club located on Montreal Road, in the east end of Ottawa.
Going from Emirati Muslim noblewoman to banker to stripper proved to be quite rough for Noor, but she was nothing if not adaptable. This proud daughter of the Arabian desert was determined to become the best damn stripper ever. In the stripper game, most of the gals were generic Caucasian women, with a handful of Asian women and African women. Middle-Eastern women were extremely rare in this environment, and Noor made this work for her, playing up the exotic factor.
The product of sturdy Emirati Arabian genes, Noor Al-Gergawi stood a statuesque five-foot-ten in her bare feet, and she looked even taller with high heels on. Her long dark hair, almond-shaped golden brown eyes, slightly angular face and full, pouty lips mesmerized the men and more than a few of the women. Her curvy body and thick derriere tantalized them, and her devil-may-care grin and haughty attitude drew them like moths to the flame. Noor was a real triple threat...
While working as a stripper, Noor met some truly interesting characters, including Moses "Brother Musa" Dwyer, a newcomer to the City of Ottawa by way of Saint Louis, Missouri. The tall, dark and handsome African American stud, who converted to Islam from a Southern Baptist background, proved to be quite interesting. So much that he actually taught Noor a thing or two...
Musa Dwyer was educated in Computer Science at Saint Louis University and came to Ottawa to take a mid-level management position with the high-tech corporation Avaya. The brother was part of their new dynamic IT-management squad, a key element of their breakaway from the Nortel Networks Complex. An adventurous stud with a taste for exotic women, Musa introduced Noor to the world of BDSM, and her world hadn't been the same since...
"Musa, did I give you permission to speak? Hmm, I don't think so, so shut up and eat my ass," Mistress Noor said sharply, and she continued to smother Musa's face under her thick derriere. The sultry Emirati dominatrix and her African American lover got it on in the latter's sumptuous loft, located in The Glebe area of downtown Ottawa. It was Friday night, and they were ringing in the weekend with style...
