-MUJAHID-
After our first night in Dubai, I told Kandi that we were leaving. I wanted to get Kandi out of Dubai as quickly as possible. My father's threats against Kandi were not to be taken lightly. Kandi had questions fo our sudden departure. I lied to her to so she wouldn't worry about my father.
"I have to get back to the United States to continue setting up food distribution hubs."
Kandi was disappointed. She had hopes of getting the great Dubai experience. I reconsidered. My father gave me two days, so we had time. I thought it would give both my dad and I time to cool off. My dad can revisit the idea of letting Kandi, and I stay married. But first, I must ask Kandi. As Kandi and I laid in bed, that's when I decided to make her an offer that she cannot refuse.
"Kandi, do you want to be an escort for the rest of your life?"
"Of course not. I do it because I need the money. I have to pay my uncle's living and medical expenses. Not to mention, I have my own bills and college tuition I am saving up for."
"Alhumdulilah, what is your degree major?"
"Business Administration. I am good with money and negotiating."
"I already know," I replied with a smile. "Listen, I would like to give up being an escort. I want you to stay married to you."
"I have to think about it."
"Can you give me an answer when we get back to America?"
"Okay!"
After a quick brunch, Kandi and I toured the city around noon. We were stopped a few times by the police. We had to show proof of marriage. We decided to shop a bit since I wanted to give Kandi a great Dubai experience. When I returned to my yacht, I decided to have a night cruise along the coast. I ordered Chief Hameed to continue until seven in the morning. Kandi marveled at the coastline as it was surreal to her. I don't know what got into Kandi at that moment. Kandi descended onto her knees and started unbuckling my pants.
"What are you doing!"
"I am feeling horny. My pussy is wet, and I feel like we need to do it here."
"But we are out in the open. What if someone sees us," I asked.
"We are on a boat. We have all the privacy we need. If someone sees us, then so what," Kandi replied.
Kandi unleashed my manhood and took all of it in her mouth. My knees started to buckle.; which I had to sit in the lawn chair. Kandi still had on her abaya. She lifted up her skirt and opened the top part of her wardrobe, allowing her breast to spill out. She climbed onto me and descended down onto my erect phallus. Kandi was so warm inside. I could feel Kandi's insides contracting. The thought of her ejaculating her essence onto me turned me on. Finally, I could not hold it any longer. I felt the built-up pressure in my loins being released inside of Kandi. When I was done grunting, she laid on top of me. We both experienced a euphoric bliss.
"Are you sure you want to stay married to me?"
"Yes, I do. You are amazing."
"Before I give you my decision to stay married, I want you to know that I am no gold digger. Wealthy men are very suspicious about women like me marrying for money. If we stay married, I will pull my weight in this marriage."
"So is that a yes to staying married."
"Of course," Kandi smiled.
"Why the quick decision?"
"I see how you look at me. It is not of lust but of love. I never had a client look at me like I was nothing more than some high-priced piece of ass."
"You are more than that, Kandi. You are a good person," I replied. When Kandi heard me say that. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Thank you for believing in me," Kandi replied before kissing me passionately. After the kiss, we decided to head to the cabin for the evening to make love.
- FINALE -
The following morning my yacht returned to its docking port around 7 am as planned. Kandi and I were still asleep when I heard Captain Nazeer knocking on my door. I immediately put on something decent before answering.
"What is it?" I asked.
"The police are here to search the boat."
"Search my boat? I'll handle this."
"No, we will handle this!"
A man in a uniform walks through the corridor. His name is Hameed Hameed Ibn Rajaab! He is the Chief of Dubai's Police force.
"Mr. Mujahid, I presume," Chief Hameed stated with an emotionless stare.
"Yes. Now tell me why you are here."
"We have received word that fornication and indecency are going on here."
"Fornication. Who told you that!?"
"Your father. Step aside!"
"Wait! Wait! You are not going to barge in here when my wife is not decent."
"Your father said you are not married, but you are here with a kaffir (unbeliever)," the Chief replied.
"I am married. I can show you our marriage license."
"I am not interested in illegal, fabricated documents. Now step aside."
"Ya' Allah! At least allow her some decency. Let me go in and talk to her."
"You five minutes. Hurry up," Chief Hameed demanded.
I quickly entered the room and closed the door. Kandi was standing there in her morning robe with a puzzled look on her face.
"What is going on," Kandi asked with a puzzled look.
"Kandi, we have a problem!"
"What is it? You can tell me."
"The police are here to arrest us."
"Arrest us? For what!"
"In our country, fornication is a crime."
"We are married. Who would say such a thing?"
"My dad. He found out about our temporary marriage. He gave me an ultimatum to divorce you".
"I need you to remain calm and put on your abaya and hijab."
Kandi nodded her head and did what I asked. When we both left the cabin, Kandi was immediately handcuffed and was led to the top deck. I did not like them handling my wife roughly. One of the police officers started to put handcuffs on me, but Chief Hameed ordered his subordinate to stop.
"Why am I not being arrested."
"Thank your father for being a prominent citizen man who gives financial contributions to our police force. Be grateful."
Chief Hameed turned his back to me and ordered his men to escort Kandi off the boat. They were handling her roughly.
"What are you doing? Don't touch her like that," I yelled. One of the police smacked me so hard that I fell to the ground.
"Please don't hurt him," Kandi cried. The guard continued to pull her off the yacht. One of the subordinates was about to assault me again until Chief Hameed yelled,
"Khalas," His assistant stopped the baton in mid-air before it came down on me like a hammer. I held my hands up, showing that I was not a threat.
"Get up," Chief Hameed demanded with a stern look in his eyes. I stood to my feet. I protested for Kandi to be free.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Mujahid. Fornication is a crime that can get you a month in jail," Chief Hameed replied.
"Kandi is my wife."
"Is she a Muslim?"
"No, I mean, we are working on that."
"You know that marriage between a Muslim and a non-Muslim is not valid in our religion; thus, you two have committed adultery. Go to the Mosque and make tawbah and hope that Allah forgives you of your carnalities,"Chief Hameed replied before darting towards the police vehicles.
After the police left, I went to my cabin and got dressed. I got into my car and headed for my father's house. When I arrived, I barged into the house, storming the spacious area. One of the security guards tried to stop saying that my father did not want to be disturbed. I pushed past my dad's security and darted into his office. My dad was on the phone talking. I was too impatient to let him finish the call.
"HOW DARE YOU HAVE MY WIFE ARRESTED!" I yelled. My father looked at me with extreme annoyance. "I'll call you back!" he replied before hanging up.
"YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE IN MY HOUSE. SHOW ME SOME RESPECT, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT," My father demanded with a threatening voice. Even though I was angry with my father, I still was fearful of him. I attempted to lower my angered tone.
"You had my wife arrested."
"You two broke the law! You know fornication is not taken lightly in our country."
"It's not fornication if you are married."
"Now listen to me. You will divorce that shameless woman. I have arranged a marriage to a more suitable woman.
"What, woman?"
"Her name is Nashua Bint Malouf. She has a successful business in a halal makeup line called Nashua Luxury Cosmetics. Her company's gross revenue is 3 million dollars a year. She is from Saudi Arabia from the city Riyadh. She is a more suitable companion for you, not some trashy American harlot."
"I am not marrying her."
"Look! You do whatever I say, or I will disown you!?"
"I don't care."
"Get out of my house, and don't bother coming back. You are out of the family business and out of my life. " My father replied. I was hurt that he was leaving me homeless. I immediately left the house and went back to the yacht. I quickly packed whatever clothes Kandi and I brought. Before leaving the boat, I left the car keys in the cabin.
I called a cab to the bank to withdraw a decent amount of money. When I tried to take out $500,000, I was denied access. My father had my credit cards, and my bank accounts were frozen. Yet, it was not the end of the world because I had one ace up my sleeve.
"Do you trade Bitcoin," I asked the bank teller
"Neam," the bank teller affirmed. I knew to have at least 7 billion dollars of Bitcoin put aside without my father knowing. It was perfect because my transaction was untraceable. I traded 3 million dollars worth of bitcoin stock and opened a bank account. This time I would have total control of the money that I earned. I asked the banker to give me five hundred thousand in US dollars in cash.
Once my business was concluded at the bank, I asked the cab driver to take me to the police station. While on the way, I booked a flight for Kandi and I to the United States on my iPhone. The flight would be leaving in two days, so I also booked the best hotel room to pamper Kandi. When I arrived at the police station, I asked for Chief Hameed. Hameed emerged from a back room.
"What do you want, Mr. Mujahid."
"I came for my wife."
"I already explained to you that your marriage was invalid."
"What if she took her Shahada. Would you let her go?"
"She would be Muslim, but I still cannot let her go. Your father would see me fired," Hameed replied.
"Maybe you can take an early retirement," I replied. I threw the $500,000 on the table. Hameed looked at the money with a grin.
"I can reconsider your wife's freedom if she takes her Shahada now."
"Fine!"
"And your father. What am I going to tell him?"
"You will not tell him anything. My father and I are no longer acquainted," I replied. Hameed took the money and commanded his guards to release Kandi. Within moments my wife was brought out of the cell. With my help with the pronunciation, Kandi recited the Shahada to please Hameed. Once Kandi finished taking the Shahada, we were let go.
We both went back to the United States and settled in Dearborn, Michigan. Kandi and I remained married. Kandi went back to school and graduated with a degree in Business Management. We both now have a chain of grocery stores selling Halal food in the Muslim community. Despite what happened in Dubai, Kandi faithfully practices Islam. Life is good for us. Alhumdulilah.