The Muslim Woman
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Short Story by: tom mcmullen
The Muslim Woman
- I thought muslim women weren't supposed to fraternise with
infidel men?
- Oh well, this one doesn't mind!
- Praise Allah! Can I take your hijab of now, and gaze upon
your glorious hair?
- No, the only men who can see my hair are my father, my
brothers and my uncles, and of course my husband when I
marry.
- But I can see your pubic hair.
- That's different
I rip off her hijab anyway, she's bald!
- So that's why you wear a hijab you're not a muslim woman
after all! You're embarrassed about being bald.
- Yes.
- It doesn't matter, you're great in bed!
And then I notice there's a hole at the top of her head, an orifice.
- What's this?
- Don't touch!
So I rub my fingers along the rim, it begins to swell like lips.
- Don't do that!
So I keep doing it.
- Oh that feels nice.
I do it somemore and the hole dilates, and then I see wiggly
things come out of it, they're maggots! And then flies come out,
circling around. I look at her for an explanation...
- My brain's flyblown you see, some flies flew into my mouth
and bred in my brain, and then they ate through my head and
made a hole to let other flies in. Do you understand now why
I wear a hijab? Do you see what I hide?
I gaze at the hole, it must be full of disease, I wish I had a condom!
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