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As Elijah and I embarked on a let's-not-call-it-that-yet fledgling relationship, we got used to a lot of things. The stares we got as we walked through malls, movie theaters and restaurants, and the slurs whispered behind our backs, especially by certain Arabs. I stopped going to my favorite Shawarma restaurant in downtown Ottawa because of the way the owner treated Elijah and I when we walked in one afternoon. We left the place after I called the owner out on his bigotry, never to return.
It wasn't all bad, though. One afternoon, as Elijah and I walked out of the Silver City movie theater after watching Sherlock Homes : A Game Of Shadows, it was awfully cold, being December in Ottawa and all. As I waited inside while Elijah went to start his car, parked right up front, I noticed an old white lady staring at me.
When Elijah came back, I kissed him on the lips. Let's go babe, he grinned. Just as we got ready to step outside, the little old white lady smiled at us. You make a lovely couple, she said, and Elijah nodded in agreement while I stared at her, a bit surprised. Thank you, I said, and was further amazed when she held the door for us. Goodnight, Elijah told her, and put his arm around me as I tentatively stepped through the snow-covered parking lot. I had never seen snow before, and found it amazing. Welcome to Canada my sweet Farzana, Elijah whispered into my ear, as I put on my seatbelt right before we drove off. I smiled contently while watching the snowflakes dropping out of the sky. It's good to be here, I thought, smiling at Elijah as he drove us home.
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Anonymousalmost 10 years agoSeriously man....every story you write....it is as if the nationality of the people involved is as erotic to you as any sex they may have and by the time sex is finally broached, you bore the hell out of me with the endless descriptions of "Canadian Saudi Native Alaskan who walked over the Siberian land bridge so she also had Russian ancestry and oh by the way, her sister once dated a Filipino". Who gives a fuck........At some point..........like with every story, I simply tune you out, boring as fuck.
