When I moved to Saudi Arabia with my family I didn’t expect her I’d fall in love with a beautiful woman who would be also an imam. She had to hide her mosque because of persecution from the haram police. She was or must be at least 25 to my 20. She didn’t like to admit it because of traumatic life but she was a beautiful woman who have sermons as stirring as the prophet (pbuh) and just charismatic. Thought it was a dangerous charisma but that of beauty and peace.

That was when I had a funny feeling that I might be in love with her, but wasn’t sure. Maybe she had a husband on the side. But when I discovered why her mosque was little known it was because of her sexuality. It was mostly Women in her mosque very few man because they would report her to the haram police. The religious police of Saudi Arabia.

She was strikingly beautiful compared to me being a plain Jane. She noticed me after her Friday sermon and she waited to introduce herself, Farrah Layla bint mahamady. She said that I had a certain charm to my looks. She lived in Riyadh slums, but kept everything nice in her mosque and around her.

She went up to me and as has our lips where touching almost kissing me, when she she wanted to go for coffee. Then she planted a small kiss on my lips as we talked. Then when to her office after saying my Nur (light). I knew then she want to be with me.

I wasn’t just waiting for the coffee meet up but to actually see her sermons and be that close to her. I wasn’t able to sleep that night but I couldn’t tell anyone about near lesbian experience because of the haram police. Not even to my own family. It was painful. I wanted to tell someone so badly about Farah but I couldn’t trust anyone. I cried myself to sleep every night. I had on only Farrah and god to confide in.

When we meet for coffee I told her that she had sweetness to her voice when she recited the Quran.

“ you love me aygul,” she asked. “ because that’s why I want to talk to you…… I wanted to love you since you first came.”

“Really”

“Yes my Nur infact I want to take you on the pilgrimage to Mecca!”

“Oh my,” I said.

Lthatschow much I love you dearly”

After we left the coffee shop she slid into an alley yanked my hand and the next thing we know we in an embrace and kissing heavily that I thought for sure that we would be found out. “Don’t be afraid habibi” she said stroking my cheek with her fingers only to tenderly kiss me.

She then said that she was a bad woman but I didn’t realize until later why she was “bad”.

I don’t know how bad she was or you’ll see wise but she wasn’t to me. She seems like a very charismatic and charming young lady no older than me by five years. We continue to make out or kiss in the alleyway until it was the time to hear the call of a prayer. That was when she disappeared into the the crowd.

My mother asked how I was doing when I went out and I didn’t want to tell her that I was a lesbian now with a girlfriend who is the infamous female imam.

“Get off my back mom” I said and slammed the door to my room. That night I snuck out to be with Farrah.

After we made love in the far corner of her mosque she told me why she was bad. She said was because was horrifically abused as a kid in a madarassah but still had a love the religion not her tormentors. Farrah went to say she would dress poorly and make people give her money. I could hear the same in her voice when she told me about her childhood and why she has to hustle for money. But it was too late I was in love with the female imam and there was not turning back.

She was a mystery to me and I want to know why I was so attracted to or not just because of her beauty and her beautiful clothes I want to see does your sermons but also why is she rip off people.

I just didn’t get that at the time that she was ripping off people but I thought she was just raising money for her mosque while she said she also was dealing with financial problems and couldn’t help but beg for money for psychiatric care. I thought that was barbaric of the system. Obviously she did have some sort of drama from her time in a Holly school.

But she loved her religion too much.

She said she had a loan sharks after her all the time for her psychiatric treatment. She couldn’t afford even with the arms from her mosque to pay for the medication. She actually started to cry and I felt sorry for her I didn’t think she was that bad of a person but made wrong mistakes at the wrong times she was a good person at heart and I wanted to love her. But she kept saying I’m bad I mirror. But I felt like I found my soulmate.

I would keep running off to her must not trust for her sermons but also for midnight lovemaking in her mosque will she taught me how recite the Quran and memorize it. Farrah was one of a kind person, I wanted to make her feel special. Just as she made me feel as special to her I want to **** **** to her and to satisfy her anyways in a man couldn’t

“Let me love you Farrah,” I begged.

But she said she was too broken for love.

I wanted to prove her wrong. That she was worthy of love.

That night when we made love not as two woman or spiritual leader and student but also as love, I could feel her teardrops fall on my face after our talk. She was sobbing as she loved me I could tell by seeing her face tear soaked approach my face in kiss. She said that she was sorry for crying so much while making love to me too me. As I caressed and held her face she caressed my bosom and my woman hand as we made out in the corner. Just as I was going to kiss her she turned away.

“I know you were tortured in that religious school, Farrah.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” she sera assertively. “Please leave habibi “

“Ok if you want me too” I said straightening my clothing and hijab.

“I don’t want you to leave habibi” she said. “I can’t handle this right nowl she assured me first time hiding her face, obviously she had an acid scare from her time in the the religious school. But she was still striking beautiful as paradise.

“You not know what it’s like to go nearly blind from tears of blood coming from your eyes.” She said. “Lucky you”

“I am lucky to have you in my life, Farrah!”

I reached out my hand to show I care but she slapped it away.” You know what it is like to when gut your self with you grandfather’s sword”

Right there I was horrified that she might kill her in such a grosem manner so i did in the moon shadows and sleeved on a rug. That next day she ask why I was still here. I told her that I couldn’t live with out my Nur. She was pointing the same sword that she treatened her self with last night. I got up and pushed the sword wielding hand and took her took her into embrace and attempted to kiss her. “Because I love you Farrah Layla,” I don’t know what to do with her teachings or with out her love and her touch.”

She dropped the sword and when to kiss me. “I love you too aygul do you want to **** **** too me.”

“Yes I do,” I said.

“Aygul I want to make you might bride and made love you day and night!” She said.

“You want to marry me,” I blushed

“Yes I do,” she took my hand and lead me downstairs to her living conditions which were in squalor. Farrah then shut the windows and lit candles. “Aygul I wanted you and your love for as long has i live the love of a woman?”

She undressed me and as she undressed her left and pulled me closer to her body. The blood left my head as I realized that she loved me.

We kissed deeply but tenderly as moved to the bed. She was going to be my first the one I lose my innocence to. A part of me was happy but frightened.

She laid me down and started to carasse my womanhood with her mouth as she groped my bosoms. She the cares my bosoms with her mouth and tounge. Then she caressed my lips. I could taste the love and desire in her breath as she’d me.

“Aygul, I love you dearly and you brought me something that I have never thought of praying for in my life wow. I want you to know that your very special to me. That’s why I want to take you to Mecca to share you with you my religion our religion. In a loving manner.”

I thought that was sweet of her to say that but I was too busy making love to her to respond.

As I am busying loving to her she kept saying that she wanted to take me to Mecca to taking part in the hajj. I asked her about it if she went to Mecca for the first time before and she said yes as a small child one she was in the religious school that was the only good thing about it she said. She hung her head low As if the memories are starting to come back to your house as if you need a bodyguard to be with her or at least I want to know that she loves her at least love and support her.

Farrah than one to say that she wanted to actually live in Mecca with me So we can at least go to the lessor pilgrimages. I kept telling her that I was afraid of the haram police, that they Will be there in the roles as it was on the holiest city in Islam and I was afraid of getting caught being with a woman. She told me she didn’t have to worry yourself so she did I didn’t have to worry myself either.

“ why aren’t you afraid of the religious police,” I asked.

“ because they were the ones that put me in the religious schools were kissing a girl and they were the ones that tortured me and they don’t speak for the real Islam like I do.” She said.

Oh Farrah how I wanted you too. But just didn’t know it I thought.

She went on to say there was a more of a spiritual thing for her than a religious thing we’re just meeting you have to do it’s weird for me and you want to do it. She always said that she loved her religion or spirituality more than she loves anything else except for me until she met me and saw me for the first time.

What is this OK so true love at first sight. I won’t know what she was in love with me dearly. Pretty soon I was crying at the thought of her words so beautiful and flower and elegant. I wanted to kiss her.

“I know what you’re thinking you can kiss me if you want I’m here lover,” she said. She leaned in and tried to kiss me but I grabbed her by the hair and cursed her back. I’ve never been so passionately in love with anyone nor online woman.

Farrah was teaching me how to Memorize the Quran and the Dua plus the Hadith. She would take me to The corner where we usually **** **** and she would cuddle and learn how to say memorization and read the Koran properly as women. She was a very good teacher she she would have inner her religious was she instead opening up her own mosque. I was able to hear her stirring and beautiful voice every time she restarted the Quran to me to teach me how to recite it as well. The only thing worse is that I didn’t have the best voice for in the first place. I wanted to impress her so badly.

“You have a beautiful voice for Quran recitation,” she said. “Let me hear it”. You didn’t even decide to use foundation to avoid her scars this time she actually kept her natural beauty which one is it including the scars on her face. It’s just one so I have a freezer on the left side where I was it had a major scarring. But she was still a beautifully lovely warren who want nothing more than the best for me. I don’t know why but I think I was meant to go to Saudi Arabia to To meet her. It felt like I was being tugged to go there like As if a tugboat was yanking real long to her gently.

When Farrah Had said that she believed in reincarnation not just having a hell and heaven but also reincarnations and she was adamant that we were lovers in a past life as well as in this life. Are you sure it was the Prime Minister a past life and she said that she would said that she One of the great women of Islam who is in love with another woman. She said that right out of the blue.

During this time she actually slipped her hand under my skirt and proceeded to finger me and pleasure me in many ways that I have never been pleasured before. As she was fingering me she whispered in her ear is it she love me to the moon and back and then she was in love with me then started to kiss me on the neck.

“My gift from Allah,”She said. That I actually brought light into her life and that I was her Nur, light.

That was one we were found out as a lesbian couple. Someone walked in on us during this time and say was there were report us to the haram police.

That was when I last saw Farrah. As I ran away back to my house to the safety of my house in the more upper class Riyadh and I never thought to look back again. For the rest of the day that was. Then I went back in the night, Only to find a love letter/farewell letter. It was saying that she was being forced to be the king of Saudi Arabia’s hair wrong and then she was never going to see me in our plans now what it came to to end. In her letter she also said that she was forced to be the king of Saudi Arabia’s personal imam and lover.

Then I was afraid for her for sure that she was going to be in big trouble because I have heard nothing but horror stories about the king of Saudi Arabia who would go if you were an *** and if you felt like it or didn’t do what you you were told. I had visions of her being tortured again and being forced to teach him what he was teaching me which was something special. I tore up the letter and laughed and I didn’t think you were going back I just thought I don’t know that they burn down in Mosque just I did have to think about the beauty that did her stirring sermons or what is in love with me.

What a part of me wanted to find out where she wise what happened to her if she was still alive or if she was dead and in a vat of acid.

The king of Saudi Arabia what is infamous for his tour tour tour with acid and he’ll leave you in a vat of acid and then I said no. He was also known To have many love and had one wife and many lovers who may trade poorly. And then he tortured his imams. It was said that she he went through more in moms and he did birthdays and he was around 70. I started to cry for many days missing her touch and her love for me knowing that she was going to be used up and then dissolved in a vat of acid.

Rumour has it that the king was also the mouthpiece of Al-Qaeda what should I do even worse because she could’ve been sold into a Al- qaeda. Scared me to say that she was in that much trouble.

She was in a lot of trouble I thought and my suspicions were confirmed when I found out that she was wet rainy we letters from her cell and her don’t get any. She kept saying that she was done to my seller and then she was always ring through another tournament he didn’t have sex with a King. Well then she would be startled if she didn’t teach him religious spiritual stuff. I was starting to really sad I had a 400 I didn’t know where exactly were they can wear it in Riyadh but I wanted for us to go and look it up online the royal palace. He was wearing boots right smack in the middle of reality and I was going to go there to get my lover back.

That night I went to the palace to go and find her I knew she was in the shower of the palace you don’t even like conditions. I was scared for my own safety that I would be part of his hair out or part of Al-Qaeda Harem as well. But I had to find her.