I went to get my Arabic Quran to do evening prayers when I find I small size five ring. Lisa stands in the door way and sakes the big one, the QUESTION of all questions, she asks me to marry me, from being girlfriends and lovers to now being engaged.

In Arabic I say " I do"

She then said that we have so much in common, from mental illness to tastes in music she wanted to spend her days with me.

I say it's still too soon but I happy and feel blessed, she lovingly watches me do my prayers toward Mecca. After that I take a shower and I think about my life and how it came from airport security wannabe to artist and first female imam. I stay in the shower until the water turns Luke warm. I dry my self off and see that the lingerie awaiting to be worn, I slip into bed and we started to make love. I decide to taste her for the first carefully.i have been made love to but this actually my first time making love to her. She asked me if ever 69 a woman , something I alway wanted to do on my naughty side. As she eats my ass and nether regions and woman, I moan in pleasure and I do my work, as I said this my first time doing the loving. We fall asleep with our heads between each other's legs.

I look at the alarm clock and see that it's 4:30 in the am I decide to wash up for morning prayer but found my self districted with the nice simple ring on my finger, but try to concentrate on my prayers. I give thanks to Allah for giving the beautiful woman. I felt when I looked at Lisa that I was in highest of Islamic paradise. My heart flutters to the point where thought it would flutter out of chest, my brain racing with thoughts of love naughtiness. I go back into bed I thought she was sleep but she said ahbahkia (I love you in Arabic) I asker where she picked that up. Google translate. I said in plain English that loved her too.

"How is the ring" Lisa asks

My answer it was precious to me third from her and second from qurans.

"That's good hun"

We kiss deeply and she asked if I still wanted to risk being a female imam. I said that life is about risks I took a risk falling in love with her and she was the right one. So yes. I kept old what said to god that was thankful for her, and continued to make out.

"Frisk me," I said. "Frisk me and kiss me."

"Like in airport security," Lisa asked

"Fuck yes babe." I said

As we make out in bed she feels me up and frisks me. Running her lovely lips on my body. She stops at my womanhood and momentarily tounges it. She was going to be working at home, so I went and did a day of art and beading jewelry for sale. Yes I am no different from my birth mom selling her homemade jewelry to people. But un like her i made a choice.

I can hear Lisa's sweet voice talking businessmen in her office I was studying my Quran in Arabic. I took a deep breath and hmmmed a tune. I was having the mosque built but I wanted it like my girlfriend, perfect. It took mother to get the mosque ready from the public, I was taking a risk as a female imam was unheard of and very risky. Ignore the threats from fundelmentalist and terrorists I thought the were fit for my religion, which the true Islam. As I said there was surah in the Quran dedicated for women, and how respect them.

I didn't know what my first surman would be about I had some many ideas, I was going to preach out peace and the inter struggle as my main topics and also finding peace. Peace with god and peace with ones self. I find that if you love you god or gods and love your self the inner struggles and even finding love would fall into place. I allowed Muslim of all walks of life and sexual orientations to be accepted as Allah created them with love and for a reason. Within a year off being an imam I decided to break tradition a do hajj to Mecca and Medina and holy sites in Islam to connect with my maker, Allah. Lisa was weary but supportive as they don't take kindly to powerful women in Saudi Arabia.

I told her that I'd be fine.