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Love from Afar – A Testimonial

LOVE FROM AFAR – a testimonial

DISCLAIMER
To all My Islamic website visitors and mesmerized Muslims:

The item below is only a bit of humor. It is not intended to demean anyone’s religion or spiritual path. It was actually sent to Me by one of My favorite (out of the country) pets

Mistress Marquesa

Dear Mistress Marquesa,
I was in cave last night, hiding again from American troups that rain evil upon my people, with my friend Dograghead. I broke oath to Allah and say to my friend “I am bored, my friend.” Dograghead say to me “Here, my friend, is ipod and headphone, dropped from American plane. Feel Mecca now! Don’t wait for jihad!”
In quiet corner I listen. 7 times over I listen. Voice of Surrender! Words of Truth! Islam behind me now.

I long to tribute send, but my Taliban dollar mean nothing on foreign exchange. Forgive me, Oh Daughter of Allah!

Today, I shoot Dograghead. Keep ipod and voice of Wonderific Surrender for me now.

Please send veil You wore today. I cannot face embarrassment of going to veil store for myself. When veil come, I sneak off to private cave. Put on headphone. Place veil over my head. Ahhhhhhhh………. I surrender!

Your new pet,
Awkljmzed of Afghanistan

Enslavement

I am an average kind of guy at 26. I am about 5′ 7″ with short brown hair and weigh about 165lbs. I take care of myself and stay in shape. Most women find me attractive but then again, there are some who don’t. One night I was hanging out at a roadside bar just out of town. A quiet little place that doesn’t attract many people. That night there were about 5 people there. A couple guys playing pool, a young couple in the corner and another guy sitting across from me at the bar trying to keep his head up. A quiet, non-eventful night, that is until she walked in.

She was a beautiful woman about 5′ 8″ with long blonde wavy hair. She was wearing high heels, with a black leather skirt that showed off her long beautiful legs. Her red silk blouse under her black leather jacket matched her lipstick. She walked with a graceful stride to an empty table and sat down about 20 feet from my left. Her lovely green eyes met mine and she gave me a little smile. I smiled back and then turned to my beer. I didn’t want her to think I was staring at her even though I wanted to so bad. I was about ¾ the way through my beer when the bartender sat a fresh one in front of me.
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