"Farewell Beni Suef," Nashwa El-Enein said to herself as she boarded the bus leaving town. The City of Cairo lay seventy miles to the south, and from there, she would board a plane bound for Europe, presumably never to return. As a nation, Egypt is complex, culturally and politically, but at times, it's a hard place for a woman. Nashwa has always been strong-willed, but even she knew when it was time to get the heck out of dodge. Nashwa didn't want to be buried in Egypt, let's put it that way...

With Egyptian politicians and clerics up in arms about the actions of Egyptian model Salma El-Shimy, who took some provocative ruins in front of Egyptian historical sites, society was once more in uproar about women's rights and limitations. Nashwa wasn't famous like Salma El-Shimy but she would soon be infamous. Once the authorities discovered what she'd done, she would surely be arrested and put to death. Nashwa wanted to be out of Egypt before then...

What has Nashwa done? Why does the young Egyptian woman look over her shoulder at the villa which she shared with her husband Hossam and his family? Five feet nine inches tall, curvy, dark-haired and bronze-skinned, the brown-eyed beauty had a look of grim determination on her face as she took a cab to the bus station. When a woman has had enough, nothing and no one will make her change her mind. What drove Nashwa to such extremities, though?

"This is your aleasha al akhir, your last supper," Nashwa thought as she dined with her husband Hossam, his overbearing mother Malia and of course, his father Amir. The unsuspecting trio ate the delicious sweetmeats and oatcakes she'd made, unaware of their poisonous content. Nashwa was all smiles as Hossam, Malia and Amir consumed the fatal dishes. They wouldn't feel the effects for hours, she'd made sure of that. They simply went to bed, and did not wake up.

"It didn't have to be this way," Nashwa said to herself as she checked up her husband, father-in-law and mother-in-law in their beds. They lay there, no longer capable of drawing breath. Silent at last. Silent as the grave, come to think of it. Too bad Nashwa would not be sticking around for the funeral. As far as Nashwa was concerned, Hossam the idiot and his cruel, backwards family got exactly what they deserved.

When Nashwa and Hossam met at Cairo University two years ago, he was handsome and charming. Nashwa was studying business management and Hossam was studying civil engineering. They fell in love, had a passionate courtship and got married. The couple graduated, and then moved to Hossam's hometown of Beni Suef. That's when everything started to go wrong.

Hossam and his parents were simple country folk, quite unlike Nashwa, who'd visited places like Paris, France, and London, UK. Nashwa wanted to lead a life like no other. She wanted to become a force to reckon with in the Egyptian business world. Hossam once supported Nashwa's dreams, as any husband worth his salt should, but once they moved in right next to his parents villa in Beni Suef, he changed. Hossam became controlling, and his parents went from friendly and charming to downright intrusive. It wasn't long before Nashwa began to chafe under such unexpected pressure.

"You've been tainted by western ideas during your visits to Europe," Hossam told Nashwa, as they dined with his parents. Nashwa, who'd been the president of the Women In Business Affairs Club at Cairo University, told her husband and his family of her dream of establishing such a club in Beni Suef. Nashwa looked at Hossam, astonished by his cruel and dismissive response, and she saw his parents chuckling, apparently amused by her shocked face.

"Imagine a husband who defended his wife like a real man should," Nashwa said angrily, and Hossam rolled his eyes while his parents launched into a tirade about the way a woman ought to behave. Nashwa didn't argue with them for the remainder of the meal. There was really no point in arguing with dead men and dead women. When dawn came, Nashwa left the household and headed to the City of Cairo, a bastion of progress and civilization in an otherwise rough, downright vicious landscape. Nashwa should have never left Cairo for Hossam and his clan, or the backwards realm that produced them...

When the bus arrived in the City of Cairo, Nashwa felt like jumping for joy. She made a beeline for the airport, but found an unusual concentration of policemen there. There were even some policewomen around. Nashwa knew that the Cairo police often deployed policewomen when dealing with female suspects. Fearing discovery, Nashwa changed her plans. She fled to Sudan, intent on hiding there until things died down. The disputed Egyptian/Sudan border is twelve hundred and seventy six kilometers of treacherous terrain, but for Nashwa, it beat all hell out of a jail cell...

Nashwa did not remain in the City of Khartoum once she arrived in Sudan, and instead went to the City of Kassala in the East. Khartoum is full of Sudanese Arabs, and has a sizeable population of Egyptian Arabs. Nashwa didn't want to be recognized in case the Egyptian law enforcement authorities were looking for her. In the Arab world, nothing mobilizes the authorities quite like capturing and punishing women who not only broke the law but struck a lethal blow against the patriarchy.

"This will do just fine, thank you, brother," Nashwa said to Omar Obeid, and the tall, dark-skinned, sixty-something Sudanese Muslim building manager nodded and gave her the key to the one-bedroom apartment which she rented under an alias. Nashwa had paid for the next four months in advance even though Omar only asked for two months rent. The place was furnished, and contained a bed, three couches, a kitchen table with four chairs, a fridge, a stove, and a microwave. It wasn't the Ritz but it would do just fine for a woman on the run...

Nashwa lay on the bed, and for the first time in days, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to rest. She'd made it. She escaped from Egypt after murdering her evil husband Hossam and his idiotic, cruel and controlling parents. Article two hundred and thirty of the Egyptian Penal Code provides the death penalty for murder, so Nashwa had no doubt about her fate, should she get caught. Nashwa showered, ate, and watched TV. Nashwa found out that Egyptian law enforcement was looking for her, but they thought she was still in Egypt...

For the next few days, Nashwa kept to her new apartment, and only ventured into her new neighborhood while wearing a burka. The people of Sudan, descended from Sub-Saharan Africans who mixed with the Arabs, have a unique look, but as an Arab woman, she could actually pass for one of them. Sudanese men sometimes married Arab women, the most famous example being the assassinated former President of Egypt, Anwar El-Sadat. Nashwa didn't stand out in Sudan as much as she would in Paris, France, her original destination. Thank Jannah for small blessings...

Nashwa got herself some new identification papers, and got herself a job as a saleswoman at Super Market Awali, a local shopping center. She'd arrived in Sudan with three thousand dollars U.S. which was one hundred and sixty five thousand Sudanese pounds, depending on the currency exchange rate. Nashwa adapted to life in the City of Kassala, a major urban center of eastern Sudan. For the murderess-on-the-run, life was lonely, and a lady does have her needs. Nashwa frequented Tabak Assuri, a restaurant which served the best kebabs in all of metropolitan Kassala, and met a remarkable young man there...

"Welcome back, Miss Nana," said Anthony Bok, and the tall, dark-skinned Afro-Sudanese waiter smiled at her. Nashwa greeted Anthony with a smile, and playfully slapped his arm. Anthony stood six feet three inches tall, with skin the color of charcoal, and this gentle giant was one of the nicest and friendliest people whom Nashwa met since she came to Sudan. Not all of the Afro-Sudanese let Sudan for South Sudan when the newest African state got created on July 9, 2011. Over a decade later, many black Sudanese still lived in Sudan, among the Sudanese Arabs and others.

"It is good to be back, handsome," Nashwa said, openly flirting with Anthony, as he took her to her favorite spot. Anthony politely asked Nashwa for her order, and returned minutes later with kebab, white rice, and some goat meat, plus lemonade and iced water. Nashwa looked at the bounty on her plate and grinned. She offered to tip Anthony but as usual, he refused. Since the other patrons were already seated and dining, Anthony stuck around to banter with Nashwa...

"I'm taking business ethics this semester at Kassala University, I want to own my own business someday," Anthony said, as Nashwa pulled a chair, beckoning for him to join her. After a brief hesitation, Anthony joined her, and Nashwa smiled at him as he continued. The brother was tall, handsome, and smelled so damn good, as if he doused himself in Axe every morning. In the desert, a lot of people smelled funky and didn't seem to know or care. Nashwa is a clean, stylish lady, and she appreciates a man who cares about his appearance...

"Hmm, I took business ethics at Cairo University a long time ago, I could help you with that," Nashwa said, and then she bit her lip, realizing she'd told Anthony too much. The brother didn't seem to notice her hesitation, and gladly accepted her offer of help. Anthony was about to say something else but his manager Mr. Khoury summoned him to the back, and he got up to leave. Before leaving, though, Anthony gently laid his hand on Nashwa's, a rather bold move, considering the religion and culture which affected every interaction in their world...

"Nana, I don't know what angel sent you to Sudan but I'm glad you're here," Anthony said, and then he winked at her. Nashwa's heart skipped a bit. She was quite impressed by the young Afro-Sudanese man's boldness. In Egypt, and in Sudan, dark-skinned people are treated very poorly. It's what drove most Afro-Sudanese to leave Sudan and Egypt behind and form their own nation of South Sudan. Racial conflicts pitting the Arabs against the Africans was nothing new and went back thousands of years. In spite of this, the Arabs living in African lands often spoke about how nice and friendly the locals were...

"The only one who is more mistreated than woman on this earth is the African man," Nashwa mused, as she ate her food. Anthony came back from the kitchen and continued serving food to people. Sudanese Arabs, Afro-Sudanese, European expatriates, a lot of locals liked this particular restaurant. Anthony was the only server and he was busy, but he did his job with a smile and amazing efficiency. Nashwa admired Anthony's drive...and his cute butt too.

When night fell, Nashwa returned home, took a shower, and slipped into something comfortable. She called Anthony, and invited him over for a study session. The brother showed up at her place half an hour later, looking good and smelling even better. He even had some actual college textbooks tucked under his arm. Nashwa found this quite funny. They certainly don't make men like Anthony Bok of Sudan anymore, that's for sure.

"Hello madame," Anthony said with a grin, and Nashwa smiled and hugged him, then welcomed him inside. Folks from outside the Arabian and African realms often think of these people as conservative, as though societies where polygamy is allowed can somehow abhor sex for religious reasons. Nashwa and Anthony are simply two souls who want to forge a sexual connection with one another. Women and men get together for sex everywhere, and Arabia and Africa are no exceptions.

"Hmm, go slow, I haven't been with a man in ages," Nashwa said as Anthony laid her on the bed. She lay there, a curvy, bronze-skinned and dark-haired beauty with perky breasts, thick legs and a nice round ass. Anthony smiled at Nana as he beheld her in all of her beauty. Like a lot of Afro-Sudanese men, Anthony was drawn to Sudanese Arab ladies, and Arab women in general. The Egyptian beauty lying on the bed was mesmerizing, and Anthony intended to explore every inch of his body...

"Just relax, beloved," Anthony said softly, and Nashwa grinned as he got on his knees and kissed her toes, sucking on them one at a time. Nashwa exhaled sharply as Anthony kissed a path upward, moving toward her legs, and finally her crotch. She spread her thighs invitingly, exposing her wet, hairy vagina. Anthony smiled and inhaled Nashwa's scent, and then began eating her pussy. Nashwa hadn't known a man's touch in ages, and Anthony was just what she needed, and then some...

"Oh yes," Nashwa sighed as Anthony buried his face between her thighs, and sucked greedily on her clit. Nashwa felt her nipples harden, and her curvy, supple body shuddered as Anthony pleasured her. He slipped his fingers into her vagina, stimulating her quite nicely while sucking on her clit. Nashwa moaned deeply and arched her back, loving the wicked feeling she felt down below as Anthony worked his magic on her. The Afro-Sudanese was just getting started, and Nashwa couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her...

"Hmm, glad you had fun," Anthony told Nashwa, after eating her pussy thoroughly and coaxing an orgasm or two out of her. Nashwa grinned, and nodded at him, marveling at this wild, freaky man who'd just brought her so much pleasure. Nashwa came at Anthony, hungry for him and his wanton touch. She kissed him passionately, then sucked on his nipples while grabbing his crotch. Anthony watched as she stroked his member, and then, amazingly, she took him into her mouth. Nana doesn't waste any time...

"Hmm, I want you," Nashwa paused to say, flashing Anthony a sexy wink as she sniffed his balls before she resumed sucking his dick. Anthony nodded, astonished by Nashwa's freakiness. The first time Anthony laid eyes on Nana, the curvy Egyptian gal was decked out in a burka and seemed super conservative and repressed. Looks were definitely deceiving, judging by the way Nashwa sucked Anthony's dick like her life depended on it. Soon she had him hard as a rock, and didn't stop sucking his dick until he came. What a wild woman!

"Such a beautiful ass," Anthony said as he took Nashwa on all fours, gripping her hips and working his dick into her. Nashwa groaned, grinding her big bronze booty against Anthony's groin as he fucked her. Nashwa loved the feel of Anthony's thick Afro-Sudanese dick in her pussy and if loving it was wrong then this Egyptian mama didn't want to be right. Anthony went to town on Nashwa, emboldened by her wildness and her eagerness to try freaky stuff. He smacked her ass, pulled her hair and fucked her roughly. Nashwa squeezed Anthony's dick with her vaginal muscles, and kept her grind game going strong until the brother came inside of her...

"Hmm, I feel good," Nashwa said, stretching luxuriously on the bed as she lay next to Anthony. The Afro-Sudanese stud smiled at her. She rested her head against his muscular, hairy chest. Listening to Anthony's heart beat, Nashwa felt at peace for the first time in ages. Anthony kissed Nashwa on the forehead, and they talked for a bit, then he fell asleep. The brother was snoring loud enough to wake the dead, apparently worn out by Nashwa's sexual energies. Nashwa smiled and caressed Anthony's chest as he slept. For the first time in forever, Nashwa felt happy, and safe, and she owed it all to one amazing man. A gal could get used to this...

In the City of Cairo, Egypt, a manhunt was organized to capture Nashwa El-Enein once it was discovered that she'd committed multiple murders. The deaths of her husband Hossam and his parents Malia and Amir could be laid at the murderous lady's feet. The Egyptian authorities communicated with their counterparts in nearby Libya and even in Sudan, but they couldn't find Nashwa. It was rumored that she was spotted in the eastern regions of Sudan, but that couldn't be validated. Nashwa El-Enein the Egyptian Arab murderess is no more. A lovely and very pregnant Arab lady named Nana and her new husband Anthony Bok run a small store in the City of Juba, South Sudan, and they're very happy together.
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