"I wear the Hijab, and I also take dicks in every hole I've got, what I do with my body is my business, old man, deal with it," Afaf Abdelaziz said with a smirk, and she licked her lips and looked defiantly at the short little preacher, and with that, she walked out of the community center. With her head held high, Afaf made her way down the hill, and for the first time in her life, the young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman felt completely free.
"You call yourself a Muslim woman, you're just a Western-influenced whore," the Saudi-trained preacher, Sheikh Abu, shouted at Afaf as she walked away. The tall, curvaceous young woman didn't even bother looking back. As far as Afaf was concerned, Sheikh Abu and his ilk, woman-hating and fearmongering insecure bozos posing as religious leaders, were obsolete.
"I've had enough," Afaf called out, and she briefly turned around, to see the little Saudi preacher return to the building, hell-bent on talking nonsense to the rest of his brainwashed flock. Afaf had enough of Sheikh Abu and his ilk. Saudi-trained preachers who went to Muslim communities across the world, hell-bent on whipping them into a frenzy. Such lunacy was dangerous...
Once upon a time, Afaf would have been just like all the men and women who sat inside the mosque inside the community center, listening to Sheikh Abu's fellow preachers rant on and on about the evils of Western society and "headstrong females." Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to Saudi immigrant parents, Afaf Abdelaziz led a normal life, until she started her criminology studies at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario.
Living on her own for the first time, far from her conservative Saudi Arabian family, Afaf Abdelaziz finally got a taste of freedom, and it changed her. Sex, drugs and Rock N Roll, Afaf tried it all...and loved it. All of it. Nevertheless, outwardly, Afaf seemed to be the same pious, Hijab-wearing and obedient Muslim sister that she's always been. Of course, looks could be very deceiving...
"Steve, are you home? I need to talk to you," Afaf said into her phone as the number nine bus came, and she hopped on. For once, the OC Transpo bus was nearly empty, which was surprising for a Friday afternoon. Afaf had been dating Steve "Stevie" Flay for the past year. The six-foot-two, dark and handsome young Jamaican student walked into an interfaith meeting for Christians, Jews and Muslims at Carleton, and stole the show with his passion for the Abrahamic faiths, and his sheer masculine presence. After the meeting, Afaf went down to Oliver's Pub for a quick bite, and ran into Steve there.
"You were on fire in there," Afaf said to Steve, as they sat together and talked over fries, sandwiches and cokes. Steve smiled and shrugged, and when he peered at her through his soulful brown eyes, Afaf felt a shudder deep inside. For Steve was unconventionally handsome, with his smooth chocolate skin and his short, neatly braided hair. When he looked at her, Afaf felt like Steve could see right through her...
"Thank you my beautiful sister, that's nice of you to say," Steve replied to Afaf, and the young Saudi woman actually blushed. In her twenty years upon this earth, Afaf had often been called beautiful, but only by her father, her beloved Baba Ibrahim Abdelaziz. Standing five-foot-eleven, and quite chubby, with dark bronze skin and long Black hair which she always tucked away under her Hijab, Afaf was painfully aware that she wasn't the western world's standard of beauty.
"Thank you brother, don't make me blush now," Afaf replied, and Steve smiled and shrugged, then bit a fry, and then, amazingly, the Jamaican brother actually winked at her. A pleasant frisson coursed through Afaf, and in that moment, she knew that Steve was the one she'd been waiting for. Not that she'd be able to explain how she knew this cocky engineering student was the one for her. Just a feeling, that's all...and one that Afaf happily went along with. That day, Afaf and Steve exchanged numbers, and a wonderful friendship fraught with sexual tension blossomed...
"Babe, you did not tell that to the preacher man," Bob said, shaking his head, as his girlfriend Afaf sat on his lap and told him of her latest exploits. Afaf looked into Bob's eyes and nodded, and Bob grinned, marveling at the wild woman whom he loved so deeply it scared him sometimes. Afaf threw her arms around Steve's neck and planted a kiss on his full, sexy lips.
