You live, shit happens, and then you die. Life can be summed up thus. And it's the creed that I live by. My name is Adawiyah Abdul-Samad. I was born in the town of Duba in the Tabuk Province of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Ten years ago my family moved to the City of Ottawa, in the Ontario region of Canada. And life has never been the same for us. For starters, my parents, Fatima and Akbar Abdul-Samad got divorced. These days, my father lives in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia with his new wife Aisha and their sons. As for my mother, she's left Islam for the Agnostic faith and now spends her money gambling and bedding young men half her age. Me? I'm a business student at Carleton University by day and an amateur dominatrix by night. Yes, you read right.
A lot of people have a lot of misconceptions about us Muslim women. Me? I'm here to set the record straight. I'm five feet eleven inches tall, somewhat chubby but still cute. I have long Black hair, dark brown eyes and dark bronze skin. I'm a real woman, people. My hips are wide, my legs are thick and my ass is big and round. I'm not killing myself at the gym to change what nature blessed me with. I accept myself. I only go to Mosque once in a great while. I'm borderline Agnostic, like my mother. I wonder at a God who would let evil men terrify women in his name. Lately, I've been disgusted with certain elements of my own faith. Namely the way Muslim men treat Muslim women. You should see the way Canadians look at us after the Conviction of murderous Afghanistan immigrant Mohammed Shafia and his wife and son for the honor killing of the Shafia daughters in the Criminal Court of Kingston, Ontario. Nowadays, polite Canadians now think of us Muslims as barbaric, oppressive of women's rights and dangerously set in our ways.
I wish I could disagree but I know many men like Mohammed Shafia. They tyrannize their wives and daughters, and think little of western values such as gender equality and freedom of expression. That's the way most Arab men are and they're not going to change. Small wonder a lot of Muslim women are dating Christian guys and, although it's not spoken aloud, quite a few women have left Islam. It's happening in Europe, Canada, America and New Zealand. We Muslims don't like to talk about it but it's true. Most of those who leave Islam these days are women. And every day that goes by, I feel closer to making a life-changing decision. I stopped wearing the hijab a long time ago. I wore it after September 11, 2001 because I wanted to defy the bigots who think all Muslims are terrorists. I stopped wearing it because North America is still a bastion of tolerance. Most Arabs won't admit this but we live better lives in America and Canada than we ever could in the Middle East. I was born in a country where women can't drive and require a male chaperone to go around town on simple stuff like errands. A lot of Muslim women with traditional mindsets get mad when I mention these things but I can't help it. I've got a mind of my own. I see things for what they are. I'm not pathetic like the others.
Since September 2010, I've been dating a six-foot-one, ruggedly handsome young man named Pierre Cousineau. He's originally from the island of Haiti but moved with his family to the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, around fifteen years ago. Pierre is twenty two years old and studies Criminology at Carleton University. And like a lot of young Black men on campus, he finds us Middle-Eastern ladies fascinating. To be honest, the feeling is mutual. Yes, he's a Catholic and I'm a Muslim ( for now ) but I don't mind. He's seriously hot. A lot of Arab women are fascinated by Black men. You should see the way Arab women flock to watch Black guys from Somaliland and Eritrea when they visit holy places in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and Algeria. Some Black Muslim men have married Arab women but Arab men try to discourage this. It makes them feel insecure. Even though Arab men have a huge appetite for Black women.
At Carleton University, a lot of the Arab guys don't bother dating Arab women. Mainly, they chase White chicks. And by White chicks, I mean blonde-haired and blue-eyed, Teutonic bitches. Yet they get mad when they see an Arab woman with a White guy or a Black man. Talk about a double standard! More Arab women need to speak up about this and stop putting up with Arab men's bullshit. We are living in the Western world now. The local laws favor women. We should use that to our advantage. My friend Zainab is currently depressed. She was in love with a handsome Somali guy named Mustafa. Like so many Arab women, she was reluctant to let this nice Black Muslim gentleman know how she felt. Well, Mustafa had feelings for Zainab too, but he got snatched by someone else. A tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman named Ingrid O'Shea. Now Mustafa and Ingrid are dating, and as you can imagine, Zainab is quite distressed over this. She hardly ever leaves her dorm. She barely eats. And she doesn't answer her phone. I'm worried about her. I told her to make a move on Mustafa or risk losing him. She snoozed, and thus she lost. Why was she hesitant? She wondered what the Arab guys on campus would think if they saw her walking around with a Somali guy. I reminded her that Arab men don't stop to think about what Arab women feel when we see them with White women. They just go about their business. Why shouldn't we do the same thing?
Tonight, Pierre and I have a date. We met for a quick bite inside the Saint Laurent Mall, then went to the Blair Cineplex to catch Underworld. I'm a big fan of the Vampire versus Werewolf movie series. After the movie, Pierre and I went back to my apartment...and I had my way with him. I haven't fucked anyone in ages and I definitely wanted to make up for lost time. I lay on my bed, and ordered Pierre to strip naked before me. The tall Haitian stud did as he was told. I smiled as he got naked. Pierre has a chiseled, sexy body. With just enough chest hair to look really hot. My eyes roamed all over his fine body. From his pretty yet masculine face to his chest, his well-cut abs and finally, his big cock which stood erect between his muscular legs. He stroked his eight-inch, uncircumcised dick and winked at me. I smiled and told him to join me on the bed. My sexy man did as he was told.
Pierre joined me on the bed, and tenderly kissed me on the lips. Then he kissed a path from my lips to my neck. I giggled as he nuzzled my neck before fastening his lips to the areolas of my tits. I love it when he does that. The man really knows how to get a gal excited. He licked my tits while gently spreading my thighs. I felt his hand between my legs, moving slowly but with purpose. I gasped as I felt his fingers slip inside my pussy. Locking eyes with me, Pierre nibbled on my breasts and licked them while fingering my cunt. Hmmm. Love the way he does that. Still, a dominant woman must retain some control of the situation, especially while she's being pleasured. So I playfully smacked Pierre's head and directed him to get his face between my legs.
