"You need to find a young woman your age to be with, Kader, I can't give you what she can give you," Fatima Alwan said as she looked at the six-foot-two, big and tall, caramel-skinned brother who stood before her. Inside the Rideau Center food court in downtown Ottawa, people walked back and forth, going about their day. Just another afternoon in the Capital. Fatima pursed her lips, for she knew that her relationship with Kader had reached an impasse...
Born of a Somali Muslim immigrant father and a white Canadian mother, Kader Osman had that singular beauty unique to mixed-race men. For this and many other reasons, Fatima had been carrying on an affair with the surprisingly persuasive college student. For over a year now, they'd been seeing each other. It had been fun, and at times rough, like a rollercoaster. Fatima was honestly starting to want to get off this ride...
From the moment Fatima Alwan first laid eyes on Kader Osman while walking around the Saint Laurent Mall in the east end of Ottawa, she knew that the handsome, cocky biracial brother was pure trouble. The dude approached her as she walked out of Sears on her lunch break, and casually complimented her beauty, then told her about his mixed tape. Fatima didn't buy a tape from the handsome entrepreneur, but she did give him her number. The rest, as they say, was history.
In contemporary Somali society, with the Islamic faith and Somali cultural norms forging a formidable force in their lives, most Somali women wouldn't get involved with a younger man. Pious, hijab-wearing Muslim sisters like Fatima Alwan usually toed the line. Fatima was thirty eight years old, and her marriage to a Somali businessman named Ali Samatar ended in a nasty divorce.
For ages Fatima Alwan had been alone, and then along came Kader Osman with his good looks, wicked sense of humor and fearlessness. What started out as a fling turned into so much more. Kader was unlike any man she'd ever known. From the moment he laid eyes on the five-foot-ten, curvaceous, brown-skinned sister with the dark, doe-like eyes, who looked both hot and modest in her long dress and Hijab, Kader knew that he wanted her. And what Kader wants, he gets...
"Age is nothing but a number, you sexy Somali MILF," Kader said cockily, and he grabbed Fatima and pulled her close. Fatima held her breath as Kader's handsome face drew closer to hers. Smiling wickedly, he shrugged and then kissed her. Fatima kissed Kader back in spite of her reservations, and squealed in surprised delight when he gave her big booty a firm squeeze. Fatima looked up at Kader and smiled, feeling all of her doubts melt away like ice in the sun...
"Such a cute couple, can I cut in?" came a voice, and both Kader and Fatima turned to look at the source of the comment. Before them stood a tall, handsome young man with dark brown skin and curly black hair. His slightly angular face was framed by a neatly trimmed beard, and his golden brown eyes twinkled with mischief. Kader smiled at his good friend Musa Libaan and looked him up and down. Musa looked even cuter than Kader remembered...
"What's up, Musa? Damn, bro, Calgary has been good to you," Kader said as he pulled Musa close, and they exchanged a brotherly hug. Fatima stood there, watching the two of them. A while ago, Fatima received some shocking news from Kader. Fatima had long suspected that Kader was stepping out on her, after all she'd seen the way the female students at Algonquin College fawned over him. Nothing could have prepared her for what Kader recently revealed to her...
"Fatima, you know I care for you but there's something about me you must know, I swing both ways, I am bisexual," Kader said to Fatima, and she stared at him blankly, astonished by his words. They sat inside Habesha Restaurant on Rideau Street, within walking distance of Fatima's apartment. Kader sat across from Fatima, clad in a dark green silk shirt, black silk pants and black Timberland boots. The brother looked good and smelled even better. Too bad he'd just delivered terrible news to his lady love...
"Kader, what do you mean?" Fatima asked softly, and Kader sighed, and then explained to her that he'd always found women and men sexually attractive, but primarily dealt with women. Fatima listened with rapt attention as Kader told her about the long list of females he'd dated who ended up leaving him after learning of his bisexuality. There was such anguish on his face that Fatima took his hand and squeezed it gently.
"I'm not like the others," Fatima heard herself say to a surprised Kader, and just like that, the two of them kissed, and just like that, the moment passed. Kader took Fatima's hand in his and promised to always be faithful to her. Looking into Kader's soulful eyes, Fatima saw his sincerity and decided to take a chance. Afterwards, they went home and made passionate love.
"Oh my, you are so lovely, my sister," Musa said in an admiring tone, his deep, sonorous voice snatching Fatima out of her reverie. She looked at the tall, handsome Somali dude who'd apparently just flown in from Calgary, Alberta. From the way Kader looked at Musa, she could tell that they were much more than just friends. The unspoken sexual tension between the two could be felt by anyone with sense...
