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Born in Bethlehem, on the West Bank of Palestine, to a Palestinian father and American mother, Nadia was always destined to have a rich cultural heritage. Her parents moved to Virginia in the USA when she was 12 and far from being disadvantaged in her education, Nadia knuckled down and excelled. Her fluency in Arabic saw her taken on by the CIA at Langley, where she started out as an interpreter. It wasn't long however, before her analytical mind and focus under pressure was earning her the respect of her superiors.
Nadia's father was Muslim but a progressive one, believing that though the Qu'ran is a divine inspiration from the prophet Muhammed, it was written to suit and reflect his time and situation. The scholars Nadia's dad respected believed that interpreting the verses in modern times required discretion, particularly when it came to things like feminism and female modesty. Nadia was therefore never asked to cover her hair or show only her hands and face, though Abdul-Azim Talhami's thoughts on what his young, beautiful daughter should wear were rather stricter than those of most American parents. Nadia's mother, Sarah, converted to Islam in order to marry her husband but held no strong beliefs. Nadia herself grew up happily agnostic, giving little thought to religion except for the things her father imposed on her, such as Muharram, Ramadan, Halal meat, eschewing alcohol and stimulants such as caffeine and forbidding pork. Nadia had a spiritual side to her nature and was familiar with the Qu'ran but she didn't feel like a believer, though she was still effectively a practising Muslim.
When she turned twenty-five, the CIA transferred her to their Counterterrorist Centre and started grooming her into a Special Operative. A voice coach expunged the flavours of Palestine and America from her Arabic diction, giving her a general Middle Eastern accent that couldn't be pinned down to a specific location. Her Standard Arabic was expanded to comprehend a multitude of localised dialects. She was educated in Islamic Extremism, the principles of Orthodox Muslim beliefs and Shari'a Law, Al-Qa'ida and Islamic terrorism, methods of grooming terrorist agents - especially the young, the ways in which immoderate Imams and preachers used American laws on civil liberty and free speech to their advantage, making it difficult to oust influential Imams who incited hatred against western society. Alongside all of that came education about Middle Eastern countries, conflicts and clashes with America, as well as standard training for any operative in weaponry, hand to hand combat, intelligence gathering and so on.
Her parents were of course extremely proud of her but it terrified them to think of their only daughter putting herself at risk as a CIA operative.
Finally, at twenty-eight, Nadia Talhami was asked to take on her first mission. She was given a false identity; Yasmine Al-Shahid. As Yasmine, she was going to infiltrate an orthodox Muslim community known to be recruiting and grooming terrorists. Attempts over the past eighteen months to infiltrate single men and even a 'married couple' had failed. Hate preachers and terror cells were highly suspicious of new community members. It had to be someone they would never suspect, someone apparently harmless.
Yasmine Al-Shahid was a widow, something that would give her a certain amount of independence and autonomy that a single woman in an orthodox Muslim community would not have. Yasmine was 25, born to Moroccan parents in Baltimore. Her fictitious late husband, Ahmed Al-Shahid, was a Syrian immigrant, suggesting that his marriage to Yasmine had been arranged to give him a green card. Ahmed had died at a Pro-Sharia rally in Washington DC. Ahmed had had a Halal food processing business that had been liquidated to provide Yasmine with some financial security. His family were still in Syria and Yasmine's were back in Baltimore. Along with all the fake papers and reports that would document the happy couple's lives for anyone who dug into her background, there was a medical file detailing a number of miscarriages.
Yasmine had therefore been painted as an embittered and childless widow, one who had just lost a husband who despised western society. She was to appear disenchanted with her former moderate mosque, seeking something more primal from her devout faith; righteous anger and a need for promises of divine vengeance. She would appear to be a prime candidate for radicalisation.
The role was to be low risk, strictly one of intelligence gathering, with no attempt made to apprehend anyone or disband the mosque until Nadia was well clear of the community. Langley estimated that 6 or 12 months would be needed to gain the level of trust that her Imam would need in her devout yet malleable beliefs. Once she able to gather incriminating evidence, her work would be done.
Yasmine Al-Shahid woke long before dawn and rose to prepare for her day. She showered, donned a flowing black burqa and veiled her hair and face with more black fabric. She knelt on her east facing prayer mat and at exactly 04.21am said her first prayer of the day, the Fajr Salat.
She had been living like this for a month now, immersing herself in the Qu'ran and preparing herself so that she could infiltrate the Azhar Masjid*. Yasmine had decided that today was the day she would attend her first prayer meeting there. The Dhuhr Salat would be held at around 1pm, After which the Imam would speak. Muslim women were advised both in scripture and within the religion to pray within the home wherever possible but if it was unavoidable for them to be out, they could pray in a Masjid behind the men. Yasmine was going to be lonely and needy however, which would result in her visiting the Azhar Masjid more often than was seemly. Having no male family head within her home however, this would be overlooked.
Yasmine checked in with her handler by cellphone. She then turned the phone off and replaced it in its hiding place under her bedroom floorboards.
Yasmine prepared carefully before going outside. She was somewhat accustomed to wearing the niqab now but nothing would inure her to the way she was viewed on the streets of Washington DC. Unless she veiled herself carefully and pinned everything in place, a strong breeze could cause a wardrobe malfunction that rendered her blind. Being a strict and devout Muslim, she applied no Kohl or mascara to her eyes, something that was considered a great vanity in orthodox circles. This, her blue/grey eyes and her dark blonde brows would alert people to the fact that she did not have dark colouring, despite her naturally tanned skin. Some Muslim men would view her as an exotic beauty, whereas others would be suspicious of her and unwilling to dilute their own dark colouring by marrying her. Yasmine would inevitably be matched with a new prospective husband once the Imam accepted her as a member of his flock but given that she had only been widowed three months, she would not be pushed too hard into a new marriage. There was also her apparent barrenness to consider, something that Yasmine dared to hope would slow the matchmaking process for her.
As a widow, she wore only black. Even if she were married, black would be preferable and the most modest colour she could wear. Yasmine had a few burqas and veils in other coloured and patterned fabrics but these were mostly for feasts and weddings.
Washington DC was up around eighty degrees that day, making the burqa and niqab even more claustrophobic. Muslim women did not stand erect or walk too briskly. They kept their eyes on the ground and took short, measured steps so as not to get tangled up in their clothing. In flat shoes Yasmine felt terribly short but petiteness was attractive to Muslim men. She gave way to other pedestrians and kept to the edge of the sidewalk, hugging walls until she reached the crosswalk.
After a half hour stroll, Yasmine arrived at Azhar Masjid. She removed her shoes and cleansed her feet before padding silently to the back of the prayer room. She was a little early and some of the men regarded her with open curiosity as she waited silently for the Salat to begin. It was incredible how Muslims told their women apart from just their eyes and how they filled out a burqa but Yasmine knew her colouring made her stand out. Nobody spoke in a Mosque but the Imam, so she was thankfully spared any greetings or questions for now.
This was it then. She was officially undercover.
*Masjid = Mosque
DISCLAIMER - PLEASE READ!
This SRP will contain strong themes of non-consent and objectification based on religious belief as well as at times, the absence of such belief. It will explore the concept of an entirely fictional orthodox Muslim community with terrorist affiliations within a USA city. I do not pretend to be terribly well educated in Muslim society or terror cells and freely admit that this SRP may well be laughable to anyone with actual insight. This is a sexual roleplay intended to cater to my perversions as a submissive masochist who craves humiliation and violent abuse. It is in no way intended to be a comment on terrorism, orthodox Muslim faith or Muslim communities in western locations.
I in no way intend to slur or malign actual Muslims, no matter how devout/strict their lifestyles. This is no more intended to deride or belittle women in Muslim society, than my other non-consensual SRPs ever intend to trivialise actual real life rape and violence.
As deeply shocking as it no doubt seems, this is really just a bit of fun for me.
So while I do not intend to offend anyone, you have hereby received fair warning and are reading on at risk to your own delicate sensibilities.
Selam.
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http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/068/9/7/The_way_it_touches_my_Soul_by_Laila_Jihad.jpg
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Name: Nadia Talhami
Age: 28
5ft tall, 32B tits, tanned skin, blue/grey eyes.
This SRP will contain strong themes of non-consent and objectification based on religious belief as well as at times, the absence of such belief. It will explore the concept of an entirely fictional orthodox Muslim community with terrorist affiliations within a USA city. I do not pretend to be terribly well educated in Muslim society or terror cells and freely admit that this SRP may well be laughable to anyone with actual insight. This is a sexual roleplay intended to cater to my perversions as a submissive masochist who craves humiliation and violent abuse. It is in no way intended to be a comment on terrorism, orthodox Muslim faith or Muslim communities in western locations.
I in no way intend to slur or malign actual Muslims, no matter how devout/strict their lifestyles. This is no more intended to deride or belittle women in Muslim society, than my other non-consensual SRPs ever intend to trivialise actual real life rape and violence.
As deeply shocking as it no doubt seems, this is really just a bit of fun for me.
So while I do not intend to offend anyone, you have hereby received fair warning and are reading on at risk to your own delicate sensibilities.
Selam.
http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs50/i/2009/333/d/b/10_000_miles_by_Laila_Jihad.jpg
http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/068/9/7/The_way_it_touches_my_Soul_by_Laila_Jihad.jpg
http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/037/2/2/broken_winged_bird_by_Laila_Jihad.jpg
Name: Nadia Talhami
Age: 28
5ft tall, 32B tits, tanned skin, blue/grey eyes.
Born in Bethlehem, on the West Bank of Palestine, to a Palestinian father and American mother, Nadia was always destined to have a rich cultural heritage. Her parents moved to Virginia in the USA when she was 12 and far from being disadvantaged in her education, Nadia knuckled down and excelled. Her fluency in Arabic saw her taken on by the CIA at Langley, where she started out as an interpreter. It wasn't long however, before her analytical mind and focus under pressure was earning her the respect of her superiors.
Nadia's father was Muslim but a progressive one, believing that though the Qu'ran is a divine inspiration from the prophet Muhammed, it was written to suit and reflect his time and situation. The scholars Nadia's dad respected believed that interpreting the verses in modern times required discretion, particularly when it came to things like feminism and female modesty. Nadia was therefore never asked to cover her hair or show only her hands and face, though Abdul-Azim Talhami's thoughts on what his young, beautiful daughter should wear were rather stricter than those of most American parents. Nadia's mother, Sarah, converted to Islam in order to marry her husband but held no strong beliefs. Nadia herself grew up happily agnostic, giving little thought to religion except for the things her father imposed on her, such as Muharram, Ramadan, Halal meat, eschewing alcohol and stimulants such as caffeine and forbidding pork. Nadia had a spiritual side to her nature and was familiar with the Qu'ran but she didn't feel like a believer, though she was still effectively a practising Muslim.
When she turned twenty-five, the CIA transferred her to their Counterterrorist Centre and started grooming her into a Special Operative. A voice coach expunged the flavours of Palestine and America from her Arabic diction, giving her a general Middle Eastern accent that couldn't be pinned down to a specific location. Her Standard Arabic was expanded to comprehend a multitude of localised dialects. She was educated in Islamic Extremism, the principles of Orthodox Muslim beliefs and Shari'a Law, Al-Qa'ida and Islamic terrorism, methods of grooming terrorist agents - especially the young, the ways in which immoderate Imams and preachers used American laws on civil liberty and free speech to their advantage, making it difficult to oust influential Imams who incited hatred against western society. Alongside all of that came education about Middle Eastern countries, conflicts and clashes with America, as well as standard training for any operative in weaponry, hand to hand combat, intelligence gathering and so on.
Her parents were of course extremely proud of her but it terrified them to think of their only daughter putting herself at risk as a CIA operative.
Finally, at twenty-eight, Nadia Talhami was asked to take on her first mission. She was given a false identity; Yasmine Al-Shahid. As Yasmine, she was going to infiltrate an orthodox Muslim community known to be recruiting and grooming terrorists. Attempts over the past eighteen months to infiltrate single men and even a 'married couple' had failed. Hate preachers and terror cells were highly suspicious of new community members. It had to be someone they would never suspect, someone apparently harmless.
Yasmine Al-Shahid was a widow, something that would give her a certain amount of independence and autonomy that a single woman in an orthodox Muslim community would not have. Yasmine was 25, born to Moroccan parents in Baltimore. Her fictitious late husband, Ahmed Al-Shahid, was a Syrian immigrant, suggesting that his marriage to Yasmine had been arranged to give him a green card. Ahmed had died at a Pro-Sharia rally in Washington DC. Ahmed had had a Halal food processing business that had been liquidated to provide Yasmine with some financial security. His family were still in Syria and Yasmine's were back in Baltimore. Along with all the fake papers and reports that would document the happy couple's lives for anyone who dug into her background, there was a medical file detailing a number of miscarriages.
Yasmine had therefore been painted as an embittered and childless widow, one who had just lost a husband who despised western society. She was to appear disenchanted with her former moderate mosque, seeking something more primal from her devout faith; righteous anger and a need for promises of divine vengeance. She would appear to be a prime candidate for radicalisation.
The role was to be low risk, strictly one of intelligence gathering, with no attempt made to apprehend anyone or disband the mosque until Nadia was well clear of the community. Langley estimated that 6 or 12 months would be needed to gain the level of trust that her Imam would need in her devout yet malleable beliefs. Once she able to gather incriminating evidence, her work would be done.
~xXx~
Yasmine Al-Shahid woke long before dawn and rose to prepare for her day. She showered, donned a flowing black burqa and veiled her hair and face with more black fabric. She knelt on her east facing prayer mat and at exactly 04.21am said her first prayer of the day, the Fajr Salat.
She had been living like this for a month now, immersing herself in the Qu'ran and preparing herself so that she could infiltrate the Azhar Masjid*. Yasmine had decided that today was the day she would attend her first prayer meeting there. The Dhuhr Salat would be held at around 1pm, After which the Imam would speak. Muslim women were advised both in scripture and within the religion to pray within the home wherever possible but if it was unavoidable for them to be out, they could pray in a Masjid behind the men. Yasmine was going to be lonely and needy however, which would result in her visiting the Azhar Masjid more often than was seemly. Having no male family head within her home however, this would be overlooked.
Yasmine checked in with her handler by cellphone. She then turned the phone off and replaced it in its hiding place under her bedroom floorboards.
Yasmine prepared carefully before going outside. She was somewhat accustomed to wearing the niqab now but nothing would inure her to the way she was viewed on the streets of Washington DC. Unless she veiled herself carefully and pinned everything in place, a strong breeze could cause a wardrobe malfunction that rendered her blind. Being a strict and devout Muslim, she applied no Kohl or mascara to her eyes, something that was considered a great vanity in orthodox circles. This, her blue/grey eyes and her dark blonde brows would alert people to the fact that she did not have dark colouring, despite her naturally tanned skin. Some Muslim men would view her as an exotic beauty, whereas others would be suspicious of her and unwilling to dilute their own dark colouring by marrying her. Yasmine would inevitably be matched with a new prospective husband once the Imam accepted her as a member of his flock but given that she had only been widowed three months, she would not be pushed too hard into a new marriage. There was also her apparent barrenness to consider, something that Yasmine dared to hope would slow the matchmaking process for her.
As a widow, she wore only black. Even if she were married, black would be preferable and the most modest colour she could wear. Yasmine had a few burqas and veils in other coloured and patterned fabrics but these were mostly for feasts and weddings.
Washington DC was up around eighty degrees that day, making the burqa and niqab even more claustrophobic. Muslim women did not stand erect or walk too briskly. They kept their eyes on the ground and took short, measured steps so as not to get tangled up in their clothing. In flat shoes Yasmine felt terribly short but petiteness was attractive to Muslim men. She gave way to other pedestrians and kept to the edge of the sidewalk, hugging walls until she reached the crosswalk.
After a half hour stroll, Yasmine arrived at Azhar Masjid. She removed her shoes and cleansed her feet before padding silently to the back of the prayer room. She was a little early and some of the men regarded her with open curiosity as she waited silently for the Salat to begin. It was incredible how Muslims told their women apart from just their eyes and how they filled out a burqa but Yasmine knew her colouring made her stand out. Nobody spoke in a Mosque but the Imam, so she was thankfully spared any greetings or questions for now.
This was it then. She was officially undercover.
*Masjid = Mosque
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