Devout

Elizabeth's life was defined by her religion. Her prayers, her reading of the Quran, her carefully defined role as a homemaker, her diet, her dress, her modesty. She never went out without her hijab and abaya, and her skin was now a dazzling white. She kept her sex shaved, and the only thing marring her was that tattoo of Somalia on her ass, which filled her with a mixture of shame and taboo thrill when she saw it.

Yusuuf arrived him from work in the evening. He'd been in his own mind a lot lately, Elizabeth had observed, but she knew his faith was infinitely stronger than hers. She wasn't sure what led to the quiet mood -- Aaron and Emily were in kindergarten, Katie was a happy toddler, Awad was precocious, and Abduwali was the newest addition to their family. And Elizabeth was always willing to spread her legs for her Somalian husband. What was he missing?