Sawsan Al-Lebnani of Innes Road

When Suleiman, the man formerly known as Solomon Olivier, moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from his hometown of metropolitan Montreal, Quebec, he initially saw a dead end. After all, as a young Haitian man who converted to Islam from a Catholic background, he was considered a pariah by his strictly Christian family and friends. Even among the Haitian community, typically a very liberal bunch, there were boundaries not meant to be crossed...

To the majority of Haitian immigrants living in Canada, being Catholic and being Haitian went hand in hand. They tolerated religious dissent among their own, hence the proliferation of Haitian Adventist and Haitian Baptist churches. Still, there were limits. They simply didn't know what to make of Haitian Muslims. The Haitian community saw the Muslim minority growing in its midst as a threat, an anomaly, and overnight, Suleiman became an outcast among his own people.

As time went by, Suleiman began getting used to his new digs in the Canadian Capital. After enrolling at Carleton University to study Law, Suleiman began making new friends. There was a vibrant Muslim community on the Carleton University campus, and he embraced this newfound niche with all of his heart. In fact, one of Suleiman's new friends, a Somali guy named Abdi, got him a job with the security company. Yeah, life was slowly becoming okay again for the young outcast...

"Suleiman, habibi, you should drop by the bakery on Innes Road sometime," Sawsan Al-Lebnani said, smiling flirtatiously, and the curvaceous, bronze-skinned, dark-eyed Lebanese cutie walked out of Walmart, practically sauntering. Suleiman stood there, mesmerized by her, and for a moment, his security guard duties were the furthest thing from his damn mind. He took a deep breath, and a smile crept across his dark, handsome face.

Clad in a dark tank top over yoga pants, her long dark hair pulled into a bun, Sawsan looked smoking hot. Suleiman saw a lot of beautiful women of all hues at work and at school, but Sawsan was in a category by herself. A pretty lady with an angelic voice, haunting eyes, and a certain amount of kindness and good cheer which could move even the most jaded and cynical of men...

"Oh I sure will," Suleiman said, mostly to himself, as he watched Sawsan cut through the parking lot, and she got into her car before driving away. The life of a security guard in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, was quite mundane, and that's how Suleiman liked it. Still, every once in a while, something exciting happened. For him, the excitement began with a certain pretty, talkative Arabian beauty...

Suleiman recalled the exact circumstances during which he'd met Sawsan, and it brought a smile to his face. He'd been standing guard at the Walmart door, seven hours on his feet after spending half the day in class at Carleton University. Suleiman would rather be in class or at home, but paying the bills meant working security, and the company he worked for considered Walmart one of its biggest clients. One of the drawbacks of the job? Dealing with irate clients...

"Listen up, buddy, I don't know where you're from, but this isn't how we do things in Canada, I demand to speak to your manager," said the short, angry old white man as he stood in front of Suleiman, gesticulating angrily. Suleiman forced himself to be calm, even as a crowd of customers gathered to watch the interactions between security guard and irate customer. When it rains it frigging pours...

"Excuse me, what gives you the right to speak to him like that?" came a feminine voice, and both security guard and customer turned to look at the new arrival. An attractive Middle-Eastern woman accosted the arguing twosome, and both men looked her up and down appreciatively. She took that in stride, and walked right up to them, looking like she was about to give them a piece of her mind.

"Young lady, mind your own business," the old white dude said dismissively, and from the way the young Arab woman's eyes blazed, Suleiman could tell that the old buzzard was definitely going to get it. What followed was an angry tirade from the young Middle Eastern woman, during which she berated the old white dude, who finally gave up and left.

"Don't let the door hit your racist, sexist ass on the way out," Sawsan said, and at this point, like everyone else at the front of end of Walmart, Suleiman quietly marveled at her. This gal was definitely something else. That's how it all began. Suleiman's first meeting with Sawsan, an event which changed his life. They came from different worlds, but forget a friendship which nobody and nothing could break...

Whenever Sawsan came into the Walmart store, which was fairly often, for she had to buy supplies for the bakery she ran, she'd see Suleiman working security at the door. A tall, dark-skinned and handsome, neatly uniformed young man with a dreamy expression. One whom she felt inexplicably drawn to. As time went by, they exchanged numbers, and began seeing each other outside of work. They took things slow at first. Just casual outings to the Silver City movie theater, and nearby restaurants.

Sawsan introduced Suleiman to authentic Lebanese food, not the commercial stuff sold in Shawarma restaurants, and he quickly became addicted...to the tasty food and the lovely chef who prepared it. As Suleiman learned more about Sawsan and her people, there was much that he admired about them. Of course, not everything was perfect, but the same could be said of any community throughout time...

Suleiman recalled that time when he and Sawsan came out of Moxie's restaurant in the east end of Ottawa, going for a stroll after a gorgeous meal. They were cutting through the parking lot near the Loblaw's store when a trio of young Arab guys walking by saw them, and began hollering at Sawsan in Arabic. Suleiman didn't speak any Arabic beyond the basic prayers he'd learned since reverting, but he saw Sawsan's reaction to their words, and knew that the three young men were hurling insults her way...

"Hey bozo, if you got something to say to her or me, say it in English or shut the fuck up," Suleiman said angrily, and he stood between the three young men and Sawsan, shielding her with his body. Smiling, the three acolytes drew closer, spitting on the ground and muttering in Arabic. They jeered at Suleiman and he saw a burning hatred in their faces as they drew near.

"Abeed, someone should kick your ass," said one of them, a bearded young Arabian guy with a scar on the left side of his face. Suleiman shrugged and braced himself for the fight he knew was coming. That's when an Ontario Provincial police car sped through the parking lot, and the officer in the car looked curiously at the five of them. They painted quite the tableau, Suleiman and Sawsan on one side, and the three young Arabian guys on the other. Parking his car, the policeman came out to investigate.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" said the policeman, a burly black man in his forties. The three young Arabian guys looked at the cop, then at Suleiman, and their smirks quietly vanished. One of them made a joke about the situation, exchanged a few words in Arabic with his buddies and then the three of them walked away. Suleiman watched them until they vanished from his vantage point, and then sighed in relief.

"Sir, ma'am, if you ever feel threatened by these individuals, you should contact the police," said the policeman, whose name tag read Wallace. Suleiman and Sawsan nodded, then wished the cop a good day before walking away. They made their way to Sawsan's apartment, located in a quiet neighborhood close to the Gloucester branch of the Ottawa Public Library.

"Are you alright?" Sawsan asked Suleiman, a little while later. They'd gotten to her place, and he sat down on the couch, watching TV. The new series Krypton was playing, but Suleiman, typically a fan of all things science fiction related, was not paying attention. The burly young Haitian man seemed lost in thought. When Sawsan came back from the kitchen, a tray of tea in hand, Suleiman barely looked up at her.

"I'm fine, Sawsan," Suleiman replied, Sawsan's melodious voice snatching him out of his reverie. He'd been thinking about the incident in the Loblaw's store parking lot. Even though the young Haitian man seemed calm, cool and collected, he felt quite shaken by what had happened. Or what had nearly happened. Suleiman had gotten into streets fights back in Montreal, Quebec. He fought against racist young white guys who liked to taunt him. This was different, though...

"I'm so sorry those assholes came at you like that, Arabic guys got a problem with jealousy, that's why I don't date them," Sawsan said and Suleiman nodded at her, and took a sip of tea. Sawsan looked at Suleiman, the handsome young black man who had been her steady rock for the past six months or so. He seemed a bit shaken, and with good reason. How Sawsan wished things were different...

"Sawsan, I fear no man, I don't care who these fools are or where they came from," Suleiman said, and Sawsan nodded, gently leaning into him. Suleiman held his breath as Sawsan pressed that curvy body of hers against him. This close, he could smell her perfume, and the lovely natural scent of her hair, and a thousand other things a man typically has to get real close to a lady in order to smell them.

"My brave Soul Man," Sawsan whispered, and when Suleiman looked at her, he saw a smoldering intensity in her eyes. Without another word, they drew near, and his lips found hers. Thus they shared their first kiss. Don't think about it just do it, Suleiman silently told himself as he pulled Sawsan into his arms, and she yielded to him, pressing her curvaceous body against him.

"My feisty Sawsan with the sharp tongue," Suleiman paused to say, and a grinning Sawsan playfully smacked his arm. They tumbled off the couch and onto the floor. Off came their clothes, and they were at last revealed to each other. Suleiman beheld Sawsan in all of her glory, this lovely, chubby, deliciously thick woman with the perky breasts, pouty lips, and inviting thicks...

"Come to me," Sawsan said softly, a maddening desire in her dark eyes, and Suleiman nodded. Once more they kissed, and then Suleiman's lips wandered from Sawsan's lips to her neck, and then fastened themselves to her nipples, each in turn. Sawsan moaned softly as Suleiman slid his hand between her thighs, and began fingering her pussy. Suleiman caressed her round little belly, then buried his face between Sawsan's thick thighs.

Making love for the first time is a unique experience for any two people, and for Sawsan and Suleiman, this was the culmination of ages of yearning. At last, they gave in to what they'd been feeling for so long. Sawsan squealed as Suleiman ate her out, his tongue buried deep in her vagina, and his fingers teased and probed her sweet spot like no one before.

Suleiman delighted in pleasuring Sawsan, whom he'd been wanting for so long. The smell and taste of her womanhood was wonderfully intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough of her. That's why he put Sawsan on all fours and ate her out from behind, loving the way her big round ass shook as he thrust his tongue into her sweet spot. Sawsan squealed and kept grinding her big ass against Suleiman's face, loving what he was doing to her.

Later, it was Suleiman's turn to be pleasured as a hungry, horny Sawsan grabbed his manhood and eagerly sucked him off. Climbing on top of him, Sawsan impaled herself on Suleiman's member. She closed her eyes and began riding him, resting her hands on his shoulders even as his hands gripped her hips. As Suleiman bucked his hips and thrust into Sawsan's pussy, he let go of her hip briefly and playfully smacked her ass, causing her eyes to snap open. Sawsan looked at Suleiman and grinned, and then continued riding him. The fun was just beginning...

Several passionate hours later, Suleiman and Sawsan found themselves sprawled on the carpet, reeking of each other's love juices, and happy as can be. Nestled in her Haitian lover's powerful arms, the curvaceous Lebanese gal had a smile on her lovely face and a song in her heart. There weren't any perfect moments in this life, but to Suleiman, being there with Sawsan was as close as he would ever get to one. Sawsan tugged on Suleiman's chest hair, interrupting his train of thought. Just like that, they began another round...