"Why must all the fun stuff in life be haram?" Choukri Abdirahman said haughtily, and the tall, forty-something Somali Muslim woman looked at her friend Zahra Ali, who sipped her tea. The two of them sat inside Overbrook Café, a quaint little spot located in the heart of eastern Ottawa, Ontario. In this neighborhood packed with visible minorities, they fit right in. At this hour of the day, there were very few people inside the café, which suited them just fine.
"All I'm saying, Choukri, is that you ought to be careful, people will talk," Zahra replied pensively, and Choukri scoffed, dismissive as ever. The two women had been friends for many years. They met as students at the University of Ottawa in 1998, and have been tight ever since. In the two decades plus since their halcyon days at the local university, both women had changed a lot.
Choukri married a Somali Muslim man named Yusuf Ali and had a son and daughter by him. As for Zahra, she was briefly married to a Djibouti Muslim man named Osman Abdullah and had a daughter by him. At present time, both women were divorced. Choukri has recently begun exploring the world of hedonism and this has changed her life for the better as far as she is concerned. Even though Choukri is a free woman, Zahra frets for her outspoken friend's safety...
Choukri's mouth has gotten her in trouble many times at the Civic Hospital, where both women work as nurses. Any medical worker worth their salt knows that while nurses are the lifeblood of hospitals, the hierarchy favors doctors, who are at the top of the medical food chain. Choukri is passionate about her work and fights for her patients, but she often picks fights with the doctors, and this is always ill-advised. Chain of command is a thing, and not just in the military...
"My life, my rules," Choukri said, and she gently laid her hand on Zahra's, causing the other woman to blush. The night before, Zahra paid Choukri a visit at her three-bedroom apartment located in the towers overlooking the Blair Shopping Center. Since they had the place to themselves, on account of Choukri's son and daughter visiting friends in the City of Toronto, the women had themselves a good time.
"You're a wild one," Zahra told Choukri, and Choukri grinned naughtily, for Zahra had said as much the night before, many times. Tall and curvy, with dark brown skin and long dark hair which she sometimes tucks away under a Hijab, Choukri is a formidable woman. With her pretty face, curvy body, wide hips and big round ass, Choukri attracts attention from women and men everywhere she goes. The Somali Muslim MILF wouldn't have it any other way...
"You know I'm trouble," Choukri replied, and Zahra surprised her by actually kissing her in public. It was a brief but passionate kiss. Choukri winked at Zahra when they came up for air. The other customers inside the café, a portly Latino man and his wife, didn't seem to notice or care what the women were doing. Zahra laid her hand on Choukri's thigh, and flashed her a wry grin. Passion is as passion does, Choukri thought, as Zahra began fingering her pussy right in the middle of the restaurant...
