Where's Your Husband Been?

"Honey, it's Ali again on the phone!" the wife calls out handing off the cell to her husband. Her husband quickly puts his newspaper down and grabs the phone. "Yes Ali! How are you! We must meet up again! .......*mumble*....... Great see you then!" He says making plans. He kisses his lovely wife on the cheek and shrugs. "Sorry cancel dinner but I have to go visit Ali. It's very important for work." He brushes by her and heads up stairs to change for his meeting. He takes a fast shower puts on his coolest clothes and over them a dark blue thobe so no one can tell his clothes underneath. He flips on his shades even though it's evening and with a quick spritz of cologne goes down stairs.
His wife is waiting by the door with a little smile on her face, "When can I expect you back?" She looks hopeful. He's glad he's wearing the sunglasses. "Sorry dear but Ali sounded like it could be a late meeting. We have to meet with various people. I'll kiss you when I arrive ok habibati?" And he breezes out the door leaving a wafting cloud of fragrance in his wake. The wife sadly closes the door deeply inhaling the scent of her beloved. She prepares herself for an evening alone.
Meanwhile her husband Omar revs his engine gleefully and swerves into the busy traffic of a Thursday night. He races the whole way there. He vies for a parking spot at the biggest mall in the city. After getting one he hops out the car and with no one looking he whips off his thobe and leaves it in the car. Revealing tight straight legged light blue denim jeans and a snug dark grey t-shirt that shows off his large chest muscles and biceps. He does a quick flex and then checks himself in the reflection of the car before going into the mall. His eyes under the light brown tinted glasses roving for his friend. Ah, there he is. He walks up with a swagger to his closest friend and shakes his hand strongly and hugs him tightly before kissing him thrice upon his cheeks. They lightly hold hands as they walk through the lower level of the mall. Here and there a whisper about that hot person or that other one. "Look at the ass on that hottie!" Ali whispers pointing out a pair of tight pants. The wearer is with their family so Omar leads Ali to another target. "Aha!" Omar says spotting a young hottie all alone on a bench chatting on their cell phone.
They sit next to young hottie and after they put their phone away Ali beins chatting asking leading questions. Omar does the casual flirting in the background. They decide this hottie is going home with them tonight. They invite young hottie to go for a walk and while walking invite hottie over for some movies and hanging out. Hottie is flattered and accepts.
They pile into Ali's SUV and make their way to his home. Ali is single luckily and doesn't have to worry about a nagging wife. They set up some snacks and put a dirty movie in to set the scene. Hottie is impressed they are stocked with porn. After watching for a while Omar suggests they go to the bedroom. All three start shedding clothes for a full out threesome. Omar and Ali love the spice of having a different third person regularly. After an hour or two they all fall exhausted onto the bed. They are all soaked with sweat and Omar looks at the clock bleary-eyed. Already after two. Omar shakes Ali awake and motions at the third. Ali grins. They wake up their young hottie and coerce them into the shower. All together they proceed to take each other again while covered in fancy soap. After exhausted again they all get out and get dressed.
Finally they pile back into Ali's SUV and go back to the mall. They drop off the third at the entrance. "See you again insha'Allah habibi Ahmad." They call to him and then Ali drives off to drop Omar at his car. No one is around since the mall is closed so before he jumps out they french kiss goodbye. Then Omar opens his car dons his thobe and gets in. They both leave their separate directions. As Omar reaches his home and gets out he sees the upstairs light on. He groans disappointed. He goes inside and up the stairs. Sure enough there is his beautiful young wife waiting for him in leather lingerie. She looks like a model. She pouts and holds out her arms to him.
He lays down completely dressed in her arms and it doesn't take long before he's fully asleep. She's sorely disappointed he didn't' want her again tonight. Even though she spent the last hour preparing herself. She sighs and turns off the lights. As she cuddles closely she breathes deeply and then does a double take. That was not the perfume he was wearing when he left! It wasn't perfume at all! She sniffs again in his hair. That is not his shampoo. He's taken a shower while he was out. She starts suspecting something. Has he found another woman? Did he sleep with some whore? Her mind is racing. She has to find out. She sneaks off the bed and gets Omar's phone. She goes down stairs and dials Ali.
"Hey baby! Did the b*tch find out? I loved f*cking you tonight, let's make plans to do it again next week ok!" Ali says excitedly. She's taken aback. Absolutely stunned.
"Hello? Omar? Baby you there? Shoo you're too sleepy to talk to your habibi? Yalla get some sleep. See you tomorrow at Jummah ok?" Ali says and hangs up. Her shaking hand closes the phone and deletes the call from the history. She goes back upstairs and just stares at the stranger in her bed.
How could she have not known he was gay? What will she do now?......

Labor Workers Link up the Porn

I honestly feel bad for these workers who are so poor and destitute that they have to turn to find work in other countries than their own and they can't bring their wife and children with them. They must work long hard hours getting little pay that mostly goes to support their families back home. They only get to go home once every one, two, or five years for like a month maximum. They spend most of their off time with their co-workers who are also missing their wives. Many of them become corrupted by the influence of these bad co-workers.
I know for certain that they send text messages to each other about dirty jokes and send pictures they have downloaded off the net of women in scanty clothes. They exchange naughty movies to watch together on their TV (if they have managed to get one). Some more daring men go into the souks and cities and just watch women walking around. The most extreme go searching for whores preferably these Veiled Minx or Hijab Whores. They go by themselves or in a group and get her to dance while they record her on their phones for their buddies back at the workplace. Some take special nude photos of the women and charge their friends some money to see them.
All this causes a breakdown of society. They finally get to go home and spend time with their families but some are excited to return to the freedom of their works and whores. The women keep pining for their husbands not knowing they might be catching who-knows-what disease and then coming home and spreading it to their wives. If a man is cleaver he'll delete all the proof from his phone (saving it on his friend's phone of course) before he goes home.
Knowing all this I truly avoid going anywhere near the workers when they are swarming on the streets and when I have to go to a souk where I know it will be predominately dominated by these workers i will make sure I'm with someone at all times. One never knows when one might take it too far and try to do something stupid. Be careful and be prepared.

Beards Link up the Porn

I know of many brothers who grow their beards long in Western Countries. MashaAllah.
These brothers go to lectures at the Masjid. MashaAllah.
They hold protests against those who try to bring Islam down. MashaAllah.
They prepare themselves and their finances to gain a pious, preferably virgin, wife. MashaAllah.
In their spare time they Volunteer at the Masjid or Local Islamic Schools. MashaAllah.
They go home and download porn. Masha--- SAY WHAT!

Yes, these brothers who strive to be ultra pious on the outside, many have a deep weakness. For Porn. Whether it's soft, hard, alternative, whatever. They download it and then get off on it.
They violate their bodies, their hands, and their future wife's rights. Many know the consequences of too much masturbation leads to premature ejaculation and other sexual disorders that cause a problem for the wife to get her pleasure with or before her husband as is recommended by Islam. Not only they are harming themselves physically and their wives they are harming their own eyes and soul looking at these women. They start thinking all women must act like this. Later they get married and demand their wives put on a show for them. Sure nothing wrong with that since they are married but what good Muslimah grows up knowing how to lap dance, do oral, have sex in multiple positions, and catwalk around a pole? Most do not and then the men are disappointed when their wives feebly (no offense ladies) try to be enticing. MEN WAKE UP! Of course your wife is not going to perform at the level of a PROFESSIONAL PORN STAR! You would not married her if she had that kind of knowledge because how would she have ever have gotten it and been able to apply it? Practice? So then you leave your boring wife to get another one OR you go behind her back and start doing Haram either linking up Porn on the net or going to Haram places like strip clubs behind her back. They become increasingly dissatisfied with how their wives look and act until they create more fitnah for all. All because of Porn.
When the Qur'an orders you to lower your gaze it Ain't just talking about WOMEN, it's referring to YOU MEN who stare at women and love the beauty of women. LOOK DOWN! Turn your head! Do not google Bikini. Do not click on that link. Deny Shaytan the pleasure of watching your downfall. And Women if you catch him WHOA girl let him know it is not excepted. It IS HARAM! Make your rights known. You are the only one who his eyes may fall upon.
So be careful that even though you may think your future husband is pure as honey he might be hiding a devious secret. I'll leave it to my readers to offer suggestions about how to Figure out or ask your intended if he does this. Think hard.