"I thank Heaven that I found a husband who respects my religion and accepts me with all of my flaws, this man loves all of me, including my damn awful farts," Mariam Sarmadi-Diallo said, as she sat in the Women's Circle. Surrounded by her fellow practitioners of the Bahá'í Faith, the raven-haired young Persian woman spoke without fear or shame. Her statements drew smiles and laughter from the other women in attendance, but Mariam wasn't bothered by any of it...
"As well he should, dammit, I mean, the Guinean dude married you," said a short-haired, dark-skinned woman named Jacqueline Thompson, a newcomer to the Bahá'í Faith from a Jamaican Catholic background. At this, the entirety of the Women's Circle burst into raucous laughter. Mariam nodded at her good friend Sister Jacqueline, and smiled, thankful for her rather blunt but welcome erudition. This whole women-only discussion space thing was turning out to be a lot more fun than she would have thought...
"Thank you for sharing your good news, Sister Mariam, now, does anyone else have any news from this past week?" asked Fatemeh, a portly old Persian woman who was the moderator of the Bahá'í Women's Circle of Ottawa, Ontario. Located in the east end of the Canadian Capital, the Bahá'í Center was founded in 1980 and had was still going strong, thirty seven years later. It definitely stood the test of time. Mariam watched as yet another Bahá'í sister, a white female convert named Justine, spoke of what happened to her during the week...
When Mariam Sarmadi moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from the City of Tehran, Islamic Republic of Iran, in 1990 they were political refugees. Since the Iranian Revolution of 1979, members of the Bahá'í Faith had been persecuted in Iran. Since her family left Iran when she was quite young, Mariam didn't remember much about her homeland but she was proud of her Bahá'í Faith and Iranian cultural heritage.
"Western society is really dead set against religions from the Middle East, my parents are typical small towners, they don't like that I am now a Bahá'í," Sister Justine began. As the blonde-haired, slender young woman went on about her parents reaction to her recent religious conversion, Mariam didn't really listen. Her mind was elsewhere. The young Persian woman blushed as she thought of what happened that morning...
"Twerk that ass for me, mamas," came Mamadou Diallo's smooth baritone voice, and Mariam Sarmadi-Diallo stepped out of the shower, a light blue towel wrapped around her curvaceous body, her dark bronze skin glistening and her long black hair still slick from the water. Three months pregnant, Mariam had that special glow common to expectant mothers. Turning around, she fixed her lustful gaze on the tall, dark and handsome stud who leaned against the nearby kitchen counter, a smug smile on his face.
"Oops, I dropped my towel," Mariam replied, shrugging innocently as her towel fell to the floor. Mamadou's eyes followed Mariam's every move. Grinning, Mariam bent over to pick up the towel...slowly. As Mariam bent down, her thick round ass loomed in Mamadou's field of vision like the moon, only much, much closer. Unable to help himself, Mamadou walked up to Mariam and grabbed her thick ass with both hands, caressing it gently.