He-She
By: Aadel
M Al-Mahdy
Three things he
has been long waiting on needles and fire to do as soon as he has reached the
age of sixteen; to get his ID card, to get his driving license and to get his passport.
And one burning desire ran in his bloodstream; to travel to Europe.
In his childhood,
as much as he has enjoyed the Arabian nights and Ali Baba and the forty
thieves, he has also enjoyed Robin Hood and William tell, and many other
stories in which illustration of creatures like squirrels, penguins, skunks,
beavers and otters, fascinated him. He also wanted to see these alien creatures
in their natural habitat.
“You’re a man
now, Waleed” his eldest brother said, seeing him holding his ID card in his
hand and looking at it with dreamy eyes. “Why are you saying that?” Waleed asked
his brother. “You’ve your ID card now” his brother answered. “With or without my
ID I’m a man” Waleed emphasized. “Why then all the fuss last year about when
you were going to obtain it?” his brother asked. “Because without my ID card, I
cannot have my driving license and my passport” Waleed answered. “What’re you
going to do with a passport?” his brother inquired. “Travel” Waleed said. His brother
failed to hide his surprise but then asked him, “Do you have money to travel?”
─ “I’ve been saving money over the last five years” Waleed said. “God, you’re
so determined!” His brother said and then added, “Ok, when the time comes and
you find yourself in short of a few pounds, ask me”
As soon as the
window of opportunity opened, Waleed flew through it like a hawk swooping down
on its prey and over two years, he visited Italy
and France
where he worked during the school long summer holiday, lived his life as he wanted, purchased a few things and saved
some money for his next visit.
“Where are you
going this summer, Waleed?” his brother asked.“This time I am going to Britain. I want
to visit the stone hedge. It’s an enigmatic monument and archaeologists have
different theories about why it was built” Waleed enthusiastically answered him
─ but cunningly smiling, his brother said, thinking that Waleed was still too
young to understand his double meaning, “Really, so the Eiffel tower and
Michael Angelo’s statue of David did not quench you thirst for culture. You
think the stone hedge will” Understanding what
his brother meant as well as his cunning smile, Waleed laughed all heartily
and said, “I guess the British monuments are kind of better looking; kind of
more round and bubbly" and then added with a smurky smile on his face, "Look at the stone hedge! Isn’t it round?” ─ “Round and
beautiful” his brother said, laughing, “Just don’t forget to bring me a piece
of English woollen fabric good for a suite, and if you still have money left,
maybe a nice turtle-nick Sweater; Saint Michael, the one that has elbows
patched with leather. English wool is the best as the Egyptian cotton is worldwide”
Two weeks later,
Waleed got the visa and flew to England,
and one week before the end of his visit, he stayed in London. A few days before he departed he
decided to go to a night club in Soho and have
some fun.
Sitting to the
bar with one half of his third Caesar drink in front of him, Waleed’s eyes fell
on her and absolutely refused to leave. “Who’s that houri?”
he asked the bartender. “Oh, isn’t she gorgeous. Her name’s Felicity” the
bartender said with a weird tone of voice and a strange smile on his face while
rubbing his left earring. “Felicity she is. God, she’s so beautiful” Waleed said;
his voice gently articulated. “Are you interested in her?” the bartender asked. Who wouldn’t, my
dear English man? Waleed thought, ignoring to verbally answer the bartender
question. Felicity was the most gorgeous girl he has ever seen in his whole
life, and he has, so far, visited two European countries well-reputed for
romance and amour and seen many girls.
Felicity was almost
Waleed’s age. Her thick hair reached down to her waist that looked like a thin line
emphasizing her seductive endowments above and below. Her hair; soft like
Chinese silk and raven-black like an intense moonless night in the Sahara desert, flew in response to her dance movement like
the mane of an Arabian mare galloping freely on the floor of a valley during
spring season. Her eyebrows perfectly curved perfectly like ancient Bukhara mosques’ domes. Her
emerald-green wide eyes looked dreamy. Her long eyelashes, rimming her slightly
drooping eyelids, cast light shadows on her soft rosy cheeks. Her lips were red
like wild cherry freshly plucked in the mountains of Lebanon, and the lobes of her ears delicate
and inviting. Her pomegranate-like breasts were perfectly sized and shaped, and
her nipples were defiantly perky. She wore a pleated mini-skirt revealing her erotically
seductive firm and round thighs and her gracefully alabaster-like long legs.
He started
having butterflies in his abdomen, and an orgasmic feeling shot throughout his body
causing his toe tips to tingle. An urge for holding her tight in his arms and squeezing
the sweet honey out of her pouting lips overcame him. “God, the way she dances
is both satanically inspired and heavenly revealed” he whispered to himself,
feeling being dragged towards her by a cosmic gravitational pull. He gathered his
strength, walked towards her, tapped her on the shoulder and bowed politely.
“May I have you on the floor!” said he unaware of his bad English. “No, you may
not!” she said, her voice sounding gentler than cool-breeze in a hot summer
day, but realizing that he was a foreigner, she cackled and then added
correcting his syntax, “but you can have this dance with me on the floor”
They held each
other. She submissively synchronized her moves to his, and then they both danced
to the music more harmoniously than the gentle shore-beating of ocean waves in
a moon-lit night. Tipsy of the essence they were, so they rubbed noses,
held each other tighter and closer and wiggled, heaved and gyrated. Soon their
breathing shortened and their foreheads shone with perspiration. “Let’s go home” she
whispered to him while slightly biting on his earlobe. He wiggled his neck and
whispered back to her, “We better do. Everybody’s looking at us”
On their way out,
the bartender waved his hand and smiled at Waleed in a way meaningful to no one
but himself. Waleed had seen this expression before on the bartender’s face,
but failed so far to understand it.
On the bed in Felicity’s
Studio apartment, they hugged and kissed feverishly. Waleed had her grape-like
nipples in his mouth, slightly bit them with his teeth, and flicked them with
his tongue. He scoured her nick, her cleavage and then his lips moved down to
her naval while his hands were busy scratching her back. He grabbed her firm, round
butt, cupped and pinched it. When he sat up
to take off his shirt, his eyes caught sight of her groin area. She was shaved
down there, something which always aroused him; but suddenly he stopped what he
was doing and abruptly retreated. His facial muscles contracted violently. One
of his eyes twitched constantly, the two corners of his mouth dropped along
with his lower jaw, and as though he has seen the devil, he screamed and jumped
off the bed. Felicity stood up facing him. Waleed’s eyes then had a full and
unmistakable view of Felicity’s sexual organ.
When he was very
young, Waleed and his friend used to gather together during the long summer
holiday and sit by the Nile
River and tell each other
scary stories about Djinn, Ghouls, Efferits, Satan and monsters. They all were
under the impression that Satan had a weird sexual organ. Since no female
accompanied Satan when he was driven out of heavens, he had to have both male
and female organs, otherwise how would he be able to have offspring. Logical as
it may sound and unaware at their age of the existence of Hermaphrodites
among the human race, they had to come to this conclusion. “Where do you
think the little Efferits came from? They’re Satan’s offspring. He had to have
both penis and vagina” one of Waleed’s friends said unaware that hermaphrodites
were the mules of the human race; barren!
Years later, in
a studio apartment in London, when Waleed’s eyes caught sight of the sexual
organ of someone whom he thought was a girl and saw her semi-erected penis and her
two hanging testicle, he realized that he a crush on the
daughter of the devil; a repugnant thought that made him feel like throwing up. So he picked
his clothe and shoes, ran to the apartment door, opened it and slammed it shut behind
him, ran down the stairs, called a taxi and never looked back.
Back in Egypt, Waleed
said to his eldest brother, laughing so hard that his legs wobbled and eyes
filled with tears, “Well, it is said,
there is seven benefits in traveling; one of them is obviously a shemale encounter”his brother laughed and said, “That’s right,
and, on the other hand, one of the seven bad things is forgetting to bring the English woolen fabric and sweater. I needed the fabric to tailor a suite for a special
occasion” Waleed shouted while still laughing, “What! What
occasion?" his brother smiled but did not answer. Waleed then asked while trying hard to hide his sarcasm by covering his mouth with his hand:
"Are you having a date with a Felicity?”
The End
