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Narisa 2
By: C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 1
August 30, 2000
The van dropped the Williams family off at their front door a
little after
midnight. After they'd moved all their bags into the foyer the driver left.
Narisa slowly walked into the main foyer with her head twisting every
which way in wide-eyed wonder at her new home. She was totally
mesmerized by the sheer size and, what she considered opulence of her
new home, an opulence in size and comfort that Americans seem to
ungratefully assume as normal.
After an audible gasp, Narisa thought to herself as she took in
what she
perceived to be a mansion. Wow! I knew people lived like this, but I
never
would have thought that I would! Just look at this place: the
kitchen looks
as big as a small apartment!
Judging from the look on Narisa's face, Josh thought he knew what
she was
thinking and chuckled because he never really thought much about where
and how his family lived, thinking they were just average folks. They
weren't poor, but they weren't rich either. Josh's new house, to him, was
just an average four-bedroom home with three-and-a-half baths and had a
decent-sized yard. Narisa was enthralled with the place and insisted he
give
her a tour. He showed her the kitchen and breakfast area, the formal living
and dining rooms and the library that his parents used as their office. One
bedroom was set up as a guest room; the other that shared a buddy bath
with Josh's bedroom was going to be his play space. Although not set up
yet, he was going to put a large TV with his video station hooked up, some
chairs and a desk with his computer for studying. He showed her his
parents' master suite then headed downstairs to grab their bags.
Taking their luggage to their room, Josh told Narisa that this was
their
"bridal suite". She giggled and flopped on the bed. She kicked
off her shoes
and wiggled her sock-covered toes at him.
"Lick me, husband. Lick stinky toes."
He playfully grabbed her feet and pulled her socks off with his
teeth and
began her tickle torture. She laughed, squirmed and twisted but she loved
it. Out of breath, Josh kissed her tiny feet and pulling her to her feet
motioning for her to follow. They headed back downstairs with his parents.
There wasn't anything to eat, but they sat at the breakfast bar drinking
bottled water and discussed what they'd do the coming weekend.
Marie, Josh's mom, said that the first thing they were going to do
the next
morning after getting some breakfast was to go grocery shopping. After
they'd taken care of restocking the pantry and fridge, she said that
depending on what time they finished, maybe they'd ride over to Tyson's
Corner and do some school shopping at the mall.
Monday morning, the entire family would have to go the teen's high
school,
register Narisa and see if would be possible to get her and Josh's
schedules
somewhat synchronized to better help Narisa get acclimated. Both Marie
and Steve, Josh's dad, explained to Narisa that in addition to her studies,
she'd have to attend ESOL (English for Speakers of Other Languages)
classes to learn English a couple of nights each week. Between Josh and his
parents, they'd help Narisa with her studies and homework. On Tuesday
morning at ten, they had an appointment at the courthouse for a
conference with Judge Henry Stiles of the Fairfax County Family Court in
his chambers to discuss Narisa and Josh's marriage and whether or not it
would be necessary to marry again. As a result, the teens would miss the
first two days of classes: class-work and homework they'd probably have to
make up. Josh thought to himself, Jeez! Already starting off in the
hole!
Narisa, although trying to put up a nonchalant front thought to
herself,
How will I ever do this! How will I ever be able to learn anything when
I
can't understand what's being taught? My gosh! I won't even be able to
read the textbooks!
Wednesday, Steve and Marie would return to work and the teens
would be
on the school bus and off to school to begin what would become their daily
routines. Marie also said she was going to call their new family physician
and get Josh an appointment to get his cracked ribs checked. Narisa and
Josh didn't really have much to say except to go with the flow. It seemed
that the adults had the whole thing worked out and the teens were just
following orders.
Josh and Narisa said goodnight to Josh's parents and headed
upstairs.
Narisa fished out her shower cap from her suitcase and they took a quick
shower. Then hopping into bed nude, they snuggled up for their first night
in their new home. Although tired, both had a little trouble getting to
sleep,
probably because of the flight, excitement of the press conference and
Narisa's new home environment, but after some reassuring cuddles and
kisses, Josh's pretty little pixie spooned up against him and they settled
off
to sleep.
Josh awoke the next morning to the shower running and feeling a
little
frisky, hopped out of bed to join his unsuspecting wife. Narisa
"Eeek'ed"
out in surprise when he slid in behind her and she giggled once her initial
shock had passed. He fingered her to quick, although knee-weakening
orgasm then washed her hair.
"Mmm. Narisa like! I love you Josh."
"I love you too, Princess. I also love playing with your
little honey pot!"
"You bad boy! You just want Narisa suck."
"Guilty as charged."
With an impish grin she attempted to give him a blowjob, but
seeing her
beautiful lips wrapped around his erection and that blissful feeling… Well,
let's just say it lasted about twenty seconds before he gave her his gift.
Hey,
what can you say? He's a fourteen-year-old kid.
After toweling off and dressing, Narisa said her morning prayers
as Josh
dressed. He gave her the usual Vidal Sassoon treatment as he dried her
hair along with paying homage to her dainty little feet. Josh thought to
himself, I wonder if I now have a foot fetish? After their morning
frolic,
they went downstairs to greet the parental units.
The family went to IHOP for breakfast and things started to become
tense.
From Josh's experience, most people are pretty tolerant of other faiths and
cultures, but the Muslims he'd had contact with either at school or in other
public places were less traditional in their dress than Narisa was. She
became a little uncomfortable (from his perspective) with some of the
stares she was getting from people seeing her dressed in an abaya and
hajib.
As usual, guys don't always read their wives correctly. Narisa, in
fact,
became very uncomfortable with the stares she was getting and felt
like
bursting into tears thinking, For the love of Allah, how will I ever
survive
here? I feel like a freak!
They managed to get through breakfast with words of reassurance
from
Josh and his parents, but things were more of the same at the grocery
store. No one said anything to her or was impolite, but Narisa did get some
looks that said she definitely was in a whole different world.
At this point, Narisa did break down and started crying and she
felt even
more embarrassed and humiliated because people were now staring at her
as she cried. She felt so out of place, almost as if she were some sort of
alien
from another planet. It took several minutes and a lot of reassurance from
Marie to calm her down so that they could finish shopping.
On the ride home, Narisa was pretty quiet. She was content to
snuggle
under Josh's reassuring embrace and be passive. They got home and put
the groceries away in subdued silence. Sitting at the breakfast bar, Marie
began to talk to Narisa.
Taking her hands gently, she said, "Daughter, I think now is
the time to
talk about a few things. Before I say anything, tell us exactly what and
how
you're feeling right now."
Narisa had tears running down her cheeks, but wasn't crying
openly.
Looking down she said softly, "I will never fit in. People are
staring at me
like I'm from outer space. What's it going to be like in school? I feel
sad,
hurt and completely out of place. People don't even know me and they look
at me with distrust and fear."
"Narisa? Sweetheart?" her mother-in-law coaxed, trying
to get her to look
up. "Look at me." (Narisa looked up). "You need to
understand human
nature a little. No one knows you or the fact that you just arrived from
Iran
yesterday. People fear and distrust what they don't understand. Although
Americans are fairly tolerant of other cultures, they also are puzzled by
someone's reluctance to accept some of our culture.
"Take me for example. Here in America or any other western
country, I can
dress as I am now: in a pair of jeans, a blouse and with my head uncovered
or I can dress in an abaya and hajib in Tehran. I am who I am no matter
how I dress. My faith in God isn't changed nor is the love I have for my
husband or son. The person I see as myself isn't altered or changed and
neither is how I act simply because I dress a certain way. The Bible tells
us
to respect and accept the customs of others. Accepting a dress code of a
different culture has no bearing whatsoever on who I am or what my beliefs
are. It just means that I have a different understanding of other people's
customs and culture.
"I'd like you to think about that for a moment. If you were
to wear a pair of
jeans and a blouse, a dress or even a skirt and maybe a headscarf, would
you feel that your faith in Allah is polluted or sinful?”
Narisa just shrugged,
"You cannot, and I mean cannot, change what people think of
you
regardless of what you wear to a certain degree. If you dress like a
prostitute, people will probably assume you are one, but we're talking of
normal, conservative dress. There's no law in America that requires you to
hide yourself from the world to prove that you love God. In fact, the government doesn’t tell
its citizens how to dress. Here, people's faith is
a private thing and not questioned
by people, nor does the government try
to control what people think when
they see how someone is dressed. That
doesn't mean that there aren't
people who dress to outwardly show their faith.
There are Muslim women that wear
some sort of head covering, and some
do wear a hajib along with western
dress. Then again, some Muslim women
don't wear a head covering at all.
Some Catholic nuns still wear a
traditional habit. People are
generally more accepting when they see that
you are somewhat accepting of the
culture in which you live.
"That doesn't mean that you have to wear a short skirt that
ends right
below your bottom and a blouse so tight that every contour of your skin is
on display, but if you did, that's your right, although Steve or I would
never
let you walk out of the house dressed like that. There is absolutely
nothing
wrong with dressing conservatively, modestly yet stylishly and still
profess
your faith as a Muslim woman. Can you understand what I'm trying to
say?"
"I think so," Narisa answered, "but I would feel so
uncomfortable dressing
like that. What if a boy were to say something to me about the way I look
or
lusted after me? What would I do?"
"I've got news for you, Princess," Josh interjected.
"Even in Tehran, Hasan
and I looked at girls and they looked back. You know how the game is
played, right?" She blushed and nodded. "You'll never stop a guy
from
checking you out because that's human nature: guys like girls and girls
like
guys, but that has nothing to do with what kind of person you are or how
you feel about yourself. There are some guys who can't take no for an
answer or can be rude in their gestures or approach, but then they'll be
like
that regardless of how you dress."
Steve spoke up, "You also have to look at things this way,
Narisa, Some of
those same impolite and rude boys will torment and tease you all the more
if you're in traditional dress simply because you are different. Again,
people fear what they don't understand. All we're trying to say is that you
might want to consider what your life will be like here in America and see
if
dressing less traditionally and being more accepting of your new culture is
something you can live with.
"There's not one person in this room that will pressure you
into doing
something you don't want to do. It's your decision if you wish to continue
to wear your traditional attire. We will love you no matter how you dress.
As your guardians, Marie and I would never let you dress inappropriately
whether you are Muslim or not. You will dress properly, modestly and
tastefully as a young girl your age should. Besides, you need to check with
your husband: if you think something is okay to wear but your husband
thinks it's too sexy or vice-versa, then you should compromise and dress in
a way that doesn't cause any friction between the two of you, right?"
Narisa nodded and asked her husband, "Would you think I was
dressing
like a prostitute if I wore jeans or a skirt to school?"
Josh looked at her sternly and replied, "First of all, I
don't want to hear you
refer to yourself like that ever again. Never! You are not a
prostitute, have
never acted like a prostitute and would never disgrace yourself or
me by
acting like one. You've got nothing to feel guilty about. You were looking
for your brother, not promoting yourself to pick up a man for sex. That's
some people's perverted way to keep a woman from being treated fairly like
a human being with the same rights as men have.
"You're my wife and I love you with all my heart, regardless
of whether you
wear jeans, a skirt or an abaya. I trust you and I trust your love for me.
I
don't think you're going to act any differently based on how you dress, are
you?"
"No! Of course not!"
"Well then it's up to you if you'd like to start out with
something like pants
or jeans and a blouse. Once you're comfortable with that then maybe you
can move on to skirts and dresses.”
"Make no mistake about it," Marie warned, "when you
get to school, you'll
probably see some girls dressed pretty sexily, but you have to remember,
they're trying to attract boys. Those girls usually attract the wrong kind
of
boys but they feel a sense of accomplishment anyway. Here in America,
thirteen-year-old girls aren't married, but they are trying to
attract a boy.
They are just starting to learn about boys and dating and that's normal.
Some girls are confused, pressured by peers and some are looking for love
and affection and they think that by having sex with a boy they'll get the
affection they seek. You and Josh are in a totally different situation: you
don't have to attract a mate - you've already got one. There's nothing
wrong
with dressing like a woman, feeling attractive and still being faithful in
heart and deed to your husband, do you understand?
Narisa affirmatively nodded.
"Steven and I understand your culture and for that reason, we
can better
understand and accept your marriage and that your marriage to Josh is a
loving and beautiful thing. Others may not understand that kids your age
can have an adult relationship built on love. You two are not like two
young
teenagers fumbling around trying to discover sex like most kids. Both of
you fully understand the difference between the loving sexual expression in
a marriage and teenage shenanigans hidden from parents. Now, what
would you like you do? Would you like to think about this for a while or do
you feel that you might want to take a few steps and do what girls all over
the world love to do and that is to shop for some new clothes? Want to see
how
pretty you can be?"
"Josh, are you sure it's okay for me to dress like an
American girl?"
He smiled and nodded saying. "It's perfectly fine with me.
Just do what’s
comfortable for you"
Josh chuckled inwardly remembering that his dad used to joke and
say that
the way to a woman's heart is through a man's wallet and the Persian
Princess was a woman! She got a twinkle in her eyes and a broad smile
slowly came over her and she blushed. Her mother-in-law quipped, "Come
on, Daughter, let's go shopping!"
Josh looked at his dad and Steve just shook his head, reached for
his wallet
and gave it to his wife and said to his son, "When they get this way,
just go
with the flow. Keep your mouth shut and hope they don't break the bank.
We're in for a long day!"
Holding hands, Narisa and her newly adopted mom giggled as they
headed
for the door with the husbands following meekly behind. Marie suddenly
stopped and asked her, "Headscarf or not?"
Narisa contemplated and Marie answered for her by saying,
"I'll bring a
couple and we'll decide later. How's that?"
Narisa nodded with a smile and they watched as Marie bolted
upstairs and
returned a few minutes later with several headscarves: white, bone and
black. Stuffing them in her bag she said cheerfully, "Now we're ready,
Daughter!"
Into the car they piled with Narisa clutching Josh's arm closely
in a fit of
giggles as Marie told her husband while they pulled away from the drive,
"To the mall, Steven. Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead!"
Josh knew his little pixie was pretty but he never realized just
how sexy his
little princess was until he saw her in a pair of tight jeans and top. She
modeled a crop-top with that alluring bare midriff and her tiny innie belly
button showing with a hand-covered giggle just to get him riled up, but to
his chagrin, she put it back. She ended up getting some jeans and slacks in
different colors and tops that she could mix and match. Marie, the woman
Narisa would come to love as her own mother, found her four knee-length
skirts that looked great on her with some thigh-highs and some tights. She
even got three dresses. Josh and his dad gave each other approving looks
thinking the same thing: that tiny pixie looked hot!
Next were shoes (Can't forget about shoes - and stylish boots can
they?).
After that came a fall jacket and winter coat, neck-scarf and gloves, socks
and accessories such as hair combs, barrettes and scrunchies, lip-gloss and
on, and on, and on. Then, for the pièce de résistance,
the giggling females
ducked into Victoria's Secrets… well, you get the idea. Evidently, Narisa
took her mother's advice, relying on her mother-in-law's taste and by the
time they were shopped out, they'd spent six hours, been to umpteen
different shops and spent an untold sum of money. Narisa walked out of
the mall in a pair of designer jeans, pink top and her long, curly black
tresses billowing down her back as she confidently sash-shayed that
gorgeous little hiney next to Josh while glued to his arm.
The parental units were walking behind them as Steven quipped,
"Um, um,
um! Better get her a bodyguard, Josh. She'll be beating them off with a
baseball bat!"
"Hush, Steve!" Marie admonished, "Let her enjoy
being a beautiful girl!"
"Where were girls like that when I was
fourteen?" he jokingly lamented.
Marie, being not much bigger than Narisa, shook her own little
jean-clad
butt and teased in her little schoolgirl voice, "Hey mithter, can you help
me
find my Daddy?"
Her husband growled and retorted, "Yes my child, come… We'll
certainly
find your daddy: Sugar Daddy that is!"
"Oh goody, goody! I could jus kith you mithter!"
"Yes Sweetie, we'll do some of that too!"
Marie giggled, Steve chuckled and Narisa looked at her husband
wondering
what they were saying. Josh just cracked a smile at her and shrugged like
he didn't have a clue.
Edited by Morgan
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