The Black Burqa illustrated, part two
Sfiyah visited just now, and she was quite excited. "Ayesha, I have a task for you." Uh-oh, I thought, she wants me to bake a cake, and I'm a really rotten cook. But that wasn't it. "You know Jawaria?" "You mean the one married to Dawud?" "That's right," said Sfiyah. "Well I was with her yesterday, and she has a big bruise on her cheek." "How did that happen?" "She said she bent over and hit it on a tap, but I don't believe that's true." "Why would she lie?" "To avoid the shame of admitting that her husband beats her. You remember, you didn't tell anyone when Raafid was beating you." "So why is it your problem?" I asked. "It's a problem for all of us," she replied. "We are all sisters, and so we must care for each other." "Maybe he had a good reason to beat her?" I wondered. Sfiyah gave me a withering look. "Like Raafid had a good reason to beat you?" "Good point," I admitted. "So what do you want me to do about it?" "I think you should Raafid him. Do what you did to Raafid." "But that was different. He was going to marry off Maryam when she was only thirteen, and I just lost my cool at him." Sfiyah shook her head. "That was the trigger. But the real reason was all the abuse you took over so many years. Well, now Jawaria needs your help." "Why me?" |
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Sfiyah
visited
excited
task
bake a cake
rotten cook
Jawaria
married
Dawud
bruise
cheek
tap
lie
shame
admitting
husband
beats
remember
Raafid
problem
sisters
care
good reason
beat
point
what do you want me to do
Raafid him
marry off
Maryam
thirteen
lost my cool
trigger
abuse
help
why me
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The Black Burqa illustrated, part one
My name is Ayesha. I am a pious Muslima, married to Raafid, my four off springs are Maryam, Gamali, Nasif and baby Kaadiha. I wear the veil, because I am a modest woman. I'm not smart like my friend Sfiyah. She seems to know everything. I read my Quran, and I'm still rather ignorant, unskilled and often I don't understand what people are saying. But I'm happy. At least, I was happy, until Raafid decided that he didn't like my cooking. To be honest, I don't blame him - cooking is one of the many skills I've never mastered. My food comes in two varieties, soggy or burned. So for the last two years, we've been at loggerheads. First, he spoke to me and told me to improve my cooking. I asked "How?" but he didn't have an answer. Then he tried to punish me by not joining me in bed. That's supposed to be a punishment? And when neither of those worked, he started beating me. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That seemed to be true for me - I noticed that I was thickening in the places where the blows landed. And it was hard muscle, protecting my body from Raafid's rod. He kept it hanging on a hook on the wall, and I knew that when he took it down, I was in for another beating. |
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Ayesha
pious Muslima
married
Raafid
Maryam
Gamali
Nasif
baby Kaadiha
veil
modest
smart
Sfiyah
Quran
ignorant
unskilled
happy
cooking
blame
mastered
food
soggy
burned
loggerheads
improve
punish
bed
beating
kill
stronger
thickening
places
blows
muscle
protecting
body
Raafid
rod
hanging
hook
wall
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Promises, Promises (Part 1)
When a beautifully buff gym promoter enters the life of a loving married couple, she promises the young wife (and other housewives gathering around her home), that this new Women's Only gym could bring them superhuman strength; a thought that fit the fantasies of this young couple to a T. The excited wife (convinced she would reach this goal) made her loving man promise to wrestle her using all of his strength when the time was right, and that she would overpower him utterly and out-wrestle him like a pillow (even though he is much larger than she is), and if she couldn't, she promised to use her ample assets on him for as long as he wanted. What did he have to lose, even if super strength for his wife was an impossibility - or was it? |
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beautifully buff
gym promoter
married couple
young wife
housewives
Women's Only gym
superhuman strength
fantasies
excited wife
loving man
wrestle
overpower
out-wrestle
pillow
larger
ample assets
super strength
impossibility
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The Black Burqa part one
My name is Ayesha. I am a pious Muslima, married to Raafid, my four off springs are Maryam, Gamali, Nasif and baby Kaadiha. I wear the veil, because I am a modest woman. I'm not smart like my friend Sfiyah. She seems to know everything. I read my Quran, and I'm still rather ignorant, unskilled and often I don't understand what people are saying. But I'm happy. At least, I was happy, until Raafid decided that he didn't like my cooking. To be honest, I don't blame him - cooking is one of the many skills I've never mastered. My food comes in two varieties, soggy or burned. So for the last two years, we've been at loggerheads. First, he spoke to me and told me to improve my cooking. I asked "How?" but he didn't have an answer. Then he tried to punish me by not joining me in bed. That's supposed to be a punishment? And when neither of those worked, he started beating me. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That seemed to be true for me - I noticed that I was thickening in the places where the blows landed. And it was hard muscle, protecting my body from Raafid's rod. He kept it hanging on a hook on the wall, and I knew that when he took it down, I was in for another beating. |
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Ayesha
pious Muslima
married
Raafid
Maryam
Gamali
Nasif
baby Kaadiha
veil
modest
smart
Sfiyah
Quran
ignorant
unskilled
happy
cooking
blame
mastered
food
soggy
burned
loggerheads
improve
punish
bed
beating
kill
stronger
thickening
places
blows
muscle
protecting
body
Raafid
rod
hanging
hook
wall
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A Memoir Of The New Paradigm (Chapter 3)
During a business meeting where A.J. is about to be taken full advantage of by yet more vastly powerful super-women, he is taken back to a time when his growing relationship with Janey blossoms, though not without him paying the price for being sexually used by an older woman next door! Still, their bonding grows ever stronger, and the two young lovers get married, leading to a Caribbean honeymoon, where all of their sexual fantasies will be fulfilled - or so they thought! Unfortunately a meeting with some other superhuman females during dinner, leads Janey down a dark path, one she regrets whole-heartedly the next day, though one which causes potentially dire consequences for her darling A.J.! |
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business meeting
A.J.
taken advantage
powerful super-women
relationship
Janey
blossoms
sexually used
older woman
next door
bonding
young lovers
married
Caribbean honeymoon
sexual fantasies
meeting
superhuman females
dinner
dark path
regrets
consequences
darling A.J.
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