I fart a lot after anal sex, and it can't be helped because a big strap-on dick in the ass can stretch a woman's anal cavity, you know? My name is Khadija Muhammad, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. My family moved to Ontario, Canada, from our hometown of Mogadishu in Somalia in 1999. I'm twenty two years old, and presently study Criminology at Carleton University. The Capital region of Canada has been my home for more than a decade, and I absolutely love it. I've always been different from other Somali girls because I was more daring and fearless than our culture allows women to be. My parents, Salim Muhammad and Aisha Khalid Muhammad have just about had it with me for being rebellious, which is why I moved out to be on my own.
I moved to the Vanier sector of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario, because rent was cheap there. My parents live in Barrhaven, pretty far away in a more cozy part of town. It's where I met this young woman named Bette Winston. Five-foot-eleven, pleasantly plump, with bright red hair, alabaster skin and icy blue eyes. Born in the City of Galway, Ireland, she came to Canada to study in the Sprott School of Business at Carleton University. I found myself profoundly attracted to this young gal who became my new roommate. Now, I've always known that I liked women but being Muslim, I kept it to myself. The Somali community is profoundly conservative because of Islamist influences in our culture. Gays and lesbians of Somali descent don't reveal themselves because they're dead meat if they do. Simple as that.
I envied Bette Winston and her freedom. Western women can do anything they want, and their rights are defended and upheld by the laws of Western society. Women from the Muslim world can only dream of such freedom. Bette and girls like her have no idea how lucky they are. She told me that she came out to her parents, William and Josephine Winston of Galway, Ireland, when she turned eighteen. Hell, she even dated a Nigerian gal while attending the Galway-Mayo Institute in her hometown. The only woman I've ever been with is Aminata Osman, a Somali gal whom I met at a mosque in the City of Toronto last year. Aminata was short and cute, with dark brown skin and doe-like golden brown eyes. This petite Somali beauty with a nicely rounded ass was exactly the way I liked my women. Quite the contrast, the differences between us physically. I'm five-foot-nine, slender, with light brown skin, almond-shaped brown eyes and long Black hair. Aminata Osman was lovely, lively and eager to experiment. We got it on in her parents basement in Mississauga while they slept upstairs, if you can believe that. Yes, us Somali girls can do naughty things too. Don't let the hijab fool you. A lot of people forget that Muslim women are women like all other women at the end of the day. We eat, drink, shit, piss, and yes, we do fuck. Alright? Cool.
Aminata Osman and I didn't last long together. You see, she was deep in the closet and so was I. So intense was her fear of us getting caught that she distanced herself from me. The cowardice of my fellow Muslim women never ceases to amaze me. We live how we are told to live, fuck and marry who we are told to fuck and marry, and wear what we are told to wear. Sometimes, I think we're no better than robots, some of us. I've always defied the rules and expectations of my community. I liked playing video games with the guys of the video game club and I joined the girls soccer team while I was in high school. I once dated this tall, cute Haitian guy named Sebastian Magloire, back when I still liked guys. He was the first and to date, the only man I ever had sex with. The sex was good, I'll grant you that, but I knew in my heart that I loved women. I dated Sebastian after Aminata Osman dumped me. I'll say this, in my life thus far, guys have been far nicer to me than women.
