Seven women

Karma

Dedication

To every woman who throwing off the cloak of fear . . falsehood . . and hypocrisy . . who face the world boldly and say “This is me”.

“Stop acting so small . . You are the universe in ecstatic motion”.

Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Contents

Can a married woman’s heart hold another man?

Can a married woman’s heart hold another man?

Religious schizophrenia

Religious schizophrenia

Prostitution and the bread

Prostitution and the bread

Me and the female

Me and the female

The warden . . My sweet secret

The warden . . My sweetest secrets

Dance . . fragrance . . & wine

Dance . . fragrance & wine.

Do not tell my mom

Do not tell my mom

Can a married woman’s heart hold another man?

“silent slavery is to hang a man with the tails of the women that he hates and to attach the body of the women with the bed of the husband who left her .. making them in the life in the level of the shoes from the foot”.

Ahmed Khaled Tawfeq

Can a married woman’s heart hold another man?

It was said that rape is a sexual assault, sexual intercourse committed against a person without their consent, the use of violence during intercourse. Whatever its definition; it is an accurate description of my relationship with my husband. Honestly; I was raped under the blessing of the law and the religion.

Every night I used to wake up with his heavy hands trying to wake me by force to have sex with him, I do not remember that he waited until he was sure that I woke up; Because he knew that penetration of his penis with such strength and cruelty was able to wake me up all night and until the early hours of the morning.

Everyone knows that the worst result of rape is pregnancy, and the worst is to have a child as a result of that rape .. Unfortunately I gave birth to three, three children resulting in that crime and that violation which I was suffering every night .. Yes; My three children born of rape and were formally adopted in the name of the law.

I left my job and devoted myself to raising children and taking care of my family. After all, my husband was providing house needs and other financial wants. He is the man who enters the house carrying all kinds of food and drinks, despite all the shortages in our married life, but his belly and my worries are increasing every day.

When we meet at the dining table, he begins to feed me and says: “I want you to gain more weight . . I don’t like thin women .. I love chunky ass”. So every day, he recommended me to drink fat milk, add butter and ghee to cooking and eat more sweets and dessert.

The years lost between the kitchen and the bedroom. I do not think of my life, didn’t count the years that I lived except those hours in which I am looking for my children and taking care of them, as this is my true age.

Despite the ugliness and cruelty of that rape, it brought my three children; The sweetest love in my life .. Anyway; the gold comes from the dirt.

In the thirtieth episode of that famous Turkish series; Finally, the director seduced me . . Delicious Actor kisses managed to move and melt that frozen heart. I used to finish cleaning, organizing the house, and preparing food quickly to watch the new episode.

The emotional drought that I was experiencing, my feminine needs which I was replacing with food, and all of my marginalized emotions led me to seek some feelings even if it was beyond the walls of my house. I found everything that I was looking for on the TV screen; while I was looking at that charming actor; His lyrics . . eye glances . . warm whisper . . I wonder how the kisses taste?! How is cuddling?! and what is the hug.

I want to know more about those confused feelings, so I went out of my room to the yard, I put the small seat near the wall of my neighbor, then went up to it, to call her and talk a little, however, I want to share those questions with my friend.

As soon as I called on her, she came speeding, turning left and right, as unusual, she was wearing lipstick and a traditional vintage fragrance that women wear at night, A perfume fragrance which is used only in intimate moments between a woman and her husband.

- What happens, Sara, why are you confused?

- How long have you been here? Did you see anything?

- Anything like what? I went up on the seat to call you, to have coffee together.
Sara took her breath and looked behind, turned left, and right again, then said, “Okay, I will come right now”.

What distinguishes the village most is the close-up houses with short walls that listen to the women’s conversations and eagerly await them. The conversation is pleasant only when I am standing on this small bench, put my hand on the top of the house’s wall, chatting with Sara while breaking the privacy of her little house. From my place, I can see the yard, the kitchen, main gate, and even the living room if she leaves the door open. There is no place for secrets in the village. Even the doors of homes are always open.

I lit some of the firewood on the small stove because Sara loves coffee smells of wood, I put the coffee beans on the frying pan and started to roast them. Their exciting aroma rose to tell everyone that there were some women gathered to tell the secrets; however coffee sessions in the village are not without gossip and secrets.

The coffee beans’ color began to change to brown, and their aroma increased sedition and temptation. I put one of the roasted grains in my mouth; crunched it, and left two for Sara, so we share this habit.

The rest of the beans put it in a traditional stone hand grinding, I took the pistil and started grinding it. The beats of the pistil are in harmony with a traditional melody that I was buzzing with. These beats are warm music that all the women in the village know to play.

Seeing the grains break down under this slow rhythm . . the water which their steam rose, tells me about the readiness to embrace the coffee and its scent . . Sugar beads in the cup . . and seeing Sara enter through the door; It was my most pleasure and the happiest moment of my life.

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Sara is the luscious one in the village . . A forty years old woman, tall and gorgeous. her color like wheat spikes when sunlight shines on them. She loves henna tattoos on her hands and feet, her hair is braided with these small braids. all the time she wears colorful bracelets on her hands and a long necklace wanders between her breasts . . The beads of her necklace are playful; attach to the right breast and then run to close the other . . longing . . so quickly returns to the breast that they left; A scene in which the body flirts with things. She also has gold earrings and anklet; rings to tell everyone that she is close.

When she turned fifteen years old, most of the men in the village came to propose marriage to her, but her father agreed to her cousin . . because he was a smart merchant so he would live a decent life with her.

A beautiful love story brought Sarah and her husband together. He knew that he had a treasure and he had to keep it, whenever he went out with her, he was sure that Sara is more than a treasure. Especially when he saw the eyes of the village’s men full of desire towards her and jealousy towards him.

My friend sat on the little bench near me, I gave her the two coffee beans that I hid for her, she snatched them from my hand and started to crunch them in love. “Mmmmm, I love to crunch those little grains”.