"The Most High doesn't send us where we want to be but where we need to be," said Imam Samir, leader of the Ottawa Grand Mosque, speaking to a wayward member of his flock. The supplicant in question happens to be Naima Al-Fujaira, a disgraced former member of the Emirati Royal Family, now fallen on hard times. The young Emirati Muslim woman did not seem pleased with the old preacher's words, to say the very least...
Standing around five-foot-eight, curvaceous or pleasantly plump, whatever the politically correct term happens to be, Naima is a striking young woman. Bronze-skinned and raven-haired, with light brown eyes that blazed with a singular intensity, Naima is a proud daughter of the desert. The young Emirati woman is less than enamored of her new digs in Ottawa, or the direction her life was going. Like many young people in dire straits, Naima lashes out at those around her...
"Whatever," Naima scoffed, and she walked away while the old man stood there, shaking his head. Imam Samir Nahas had long been the leader of the Muslim community of Ottawa. Born in the City of Beirut, Lebanon, and raised in the City of Paris, France, Samir studied at the University of Paris-Sorbonne and worked for Oberthur Technologies as a mid-level manager before he felt the call to spread the Islamic faith. That's when the young businessman he'd been went to study Islam in Saudi Arabia, and came back a changed man.
"You will learn, daughter, all in due time," Imam Samir said wisely, and he looked at the clear blue skies, and smiled. Meanwhile, the departing figure of Naima Al-Fujaira left the courtyard of the Ottawa Grand Mosque, and sped away in her rented car, all screeching tires and swear words. The young woman's reaction didn't surprise the old preacher at all...
Living and preaching in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, taught Imam Samir a lot about his fellow Muslims. Mainly, the fact that the born Muslims were often far more arrogant and intolerant than the converts. Naima Al-Fujaira hailed from noble blood in the United Arab Emirates, a country whose financial success, political clout and excesses made them the envy of the world. Life will teach this spoiled brat, Imam Samir reflected.
"I can't believe I went to this Majnun ( fool ) for advice, and he offered me platitudes," Naima screamed, shaking her head as she drove away. The Ottawa Grand Mosque receded in the distance. Naima sped to Westboro, the quaint neighborhood where she'd been holed up every since she moved to the Canadian Capital. The circumstances which led Naima to flee her native land, the United Arab Emirates, and seek refuge to Canada had been dire, to say the least...
The United Arab Emirates, whose fabulous Dubai City continues to amaze visitors from far and wide, is a complex society. On the one hand, it's so liberal that it makes Saudi Arabia look like Lebanon by comparison. Lots of Europeans, Americans and Canadians live in Dubai and consider it a lively, beautiful and very modern place. People like to drink and party, and women come and go as they please. The United Arab Emirates ride the fence between being Westernized and being Arab, and show the rest of the region that it's possible to do both.
On the other hand, the Emirati people are proud of their Islamic faith and Arab heritage. The Al Badiyah Mosque, also known as the Ottoman Mosque, is one of the oldest mosques in the region and receives millions of visitors every year. The Emirati people balance being Muslim with being a nation of businesspeople. They are also outgoing and pleasure-oriented, in more ways than one. Modernity and tradition needn't always clash, and can blend together beautifully, that's what the Emirati people believe...
Naima Al-Fujaira's father Yasser was a powerful man, a distant cousin of the Al-Sharqi family, which rules the Fujaira Emirate. Yasser Al-Fujaira worked for the Ministry of Finance. His direct superior was Prince Mahmoud Abbas, a man known for his largesse. Prince Mahmoud had three wives, the youngest of whom was an Australian-born Muslim convert named Nadja Hauser. When Yasser Al-Fujaira laid eyes on the tall, athletic, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, fearless Nadja, he was never the same...
Arab men's fondness for women with Teutonic good looks is legendary, and Yasser simply could not resist Nadja. As for Nadja, the daughter of German immigrants who moved to Australia shortly before her birth, the handsome and mysterious Yasser seemed fascinating. Nadja met her future husband Prince Mahmoud Abbas while he was visiting his cousin Ali at the University of Melbourne in Australia. The two of them hit it off, in spite of an uncomfortable age gap...
Nadja Hauser was twenty two and Prince Mahmoud Abbas was forty eight when they met. After their marriage, Prince Mahmoud became distant toward Nadja. He was after all a collector of things rare and beautiful, from diamonds and sports cars to exotic women. With her husband often traveling throughout the U.A.E. and all over the Gulf on business, Nadja was quite lonely. She felt like a caged bird in the palace-like villa which she and her absentee husband Prince Mahmoud shared.
Yasser Al-Fujaira was tasked with looking after Prince Mahmoud Abbas affairs, and he and Nadja ended up falling in love. A passionate affair followed, one which was spiced up by the fact that adultery is a crime under United Arab Emirates Law. In the old days, adulterers were put to death but with the U.A.E. becoming more liberal and tolerant, the death sentence was struck from the books and the punishment for adultery became a three-year prison sentence...or deportation.
Yasser Al-Fujaira and Nadja Hauser were careless, and one day, Prince Mahmoud Abbas came home unexpectedly and caught his employee and his wife in bed together. The prince shot both of them to death, and was spared any prison sentence by invoking the old honor system, and also due to the fact that he was of royal blood, however distant. The prince got away with murder, and vowed to do away with his slain enemy's bloodline as revenge...
