It was a quiet day at McDonalds and Farah was enjoying her salad. She didn't eat the fatty stuff as she wanted to remain slim and fit. She was eating at a McDonalds in Dallas, Texas, where she lived and worked. Farah was 28; slim, had a nice olive complexion, long black hair and hazel colored brown eyes. She was fit, sexy, very good looking and very proud of her Persian heritage. As she sat and ate by herself at one table, she noticed the occupants of two other tables, not far from her. One had two teenaged white American kids eating quarter pounders with fries and making jokes. The other had a fat Arab man eating a Big Mac meal. From the table where the two white boys were eating and drinking, Farah could hear what they were saying. The boy talking had medium blond hair and the other had brown hair, both were the skinny geek types.
Farah listened to a joke he was telling about Arabs. As the two boys laughed, she also started laughing. As she was laughing, she noticed that the two boys were looking in her direction.
"I'm sorry about that. You know, I was just making a joke," the Blond kid said and smiled.
"Oh no, I don't care about that. I thought it was funny, that's all," Farah smiled back at the Blond.
"Wow, so you are cool about our jokes. I am surprised," the kid with brown hair said.
"Surprised? Why?" Farah asked.
"Well because you are the first Arab lady we know who doesn't care about what jokes we make about Arabs," the kid with brown hair replied and smiled.
"I am no Arab," Farah started getting annoyed and scowled at them. Persians resented being mistaken for Arabs by Westerners.
"So, you're Hispanic?" the Blond asked her.
"I am not Hispanic either," Farah gave him angry look also as Persians also hated being mistaken for Hispanics.
"So what are you then?" the Blond kid asked, trying to be being polite but worried at the look Farah gave him, as if she was going to eat his ass out.
"I'm Persian," Farah said as she shot him a strong look.
"So, you're Persian?" the brown haired kid asked trying to get it straight.
"That is what I said," Farah replied, still upset about their comments about her.
"Sorry lady, we thought that Persians were Arabs, that's all," the Blond stopped smiling and tried to hint that they meant no harm or offence.
"Persians are not Arabs, we are a great ancient civilization. We build things and we gave the world math, science, architecture, arts etc. Arabs are disgusting creatures, they look ugly and are fat. They eat crocodile meat and are lucky that they have oil because, without oil, they are nothing," Farah said letting all her frustration out. To some extent Farah was correct. While she, like many Persian American women, were not religious and often dressed up in western attire and lived the Western dream, many Arab women wore headscarves and allowed their religion and men to rule over them, even while living in the West.
The fat Arab guy who sat not far from Farah had overheard the conversation. He got up from his seat and walked to where Farah sat and stood by her table.
"I find your comments very insulting. It is your country, Iran, that supports global terrorism," the fat guy said as he shot her a strong look.
"All the suicide bombers are filthy, disgusting Arab creatures," Farah screamed at him.
"I think we better get out of here," the Blond kid told the other.
"Good idea," the brown haired kid responded and both boys got up and walked away.
"Look what you said is incorrect as we Arabs have contributed to the math and sciences," the fat Arab said.
The fat Arab guy had thinning black hair, strong black eyes, was very fat with strong Semitic features and was the same height as Farah.
"You people have contributed nothing," Farah smirked, but as she did, she noticed that the fat Arab was eyeing her up-and-down.
"Listen, how much you charge?" the fat Arab guy asked as he started smiling.
"Charge?" Farah was astonished at the question but then realized he was hinting that she was some kind of prostitute for hire, probably because she was dressed very sexy and did not wear a burka. Farah shook her head, thinking that all Arabs men were disgusting savages who paid women for sex.
"So where are you from?" Farah asked.
"I am from Dubai," the Arab nodded and continued smiling.
"And what is your name?" Farah asked him.
"I am Sayed," he replied. Farah got up from her seat and picked up her bag.
"Well Sayed, fuck off. I don't date Arabs as you are beneath us Persians," Farah told him.
As Farah was about to walk off, Sayed grabbed her right arm and as Farah turned around she saw how angry he looked.
"Hey let go of me," Farah shouted.
"You are one stupid bitch, you know that. I was trying to be nice to you, I just wanted to be your friend," Sayed said. As Sayed tried to kiss her, she brought her knee up into his balls as hard as she could. Sayed squealed as he released her and fell to the floor, curled up and clutching his groin. As Farah walked away, she screamed at him,
"Stay away from me you dirty Arab." She knew Sayed had wanted to have sex with her because she was attractive. Farah walked out of McDonalds as Sayed remained on the floor contemplating revenge.
"You will pay for this, you Persian bitch," Sayed mumbled to himself.
ONE MONTH LATER
It was Thursday evening and Farah just returned from work when she saw a package by her doorstep. Farah worked as a gym instructor which was why she was so fit and ate salads, who would go to a fat gym instructor? She picked up the package, took out her house key and got inside her house. She lived by herself but did see guys regularly but never stayed with any one for long as she cherished her freedom. Farah took a shower and changed into something more comfortable. She wore hot pants with a small leather jacket, revealing her black bra. Under her hot pants was the matching black panty. She sat at her dining table and opened the package. Inside were three CDs, relaxing, yoga CDs. She didn't know who it came from, but thought it was from one of her girlfriends who were into this kind of spiritual New Age Yoga thing.
Farah walked into her lounge, turned her laptop on, put in a CD and listened to what she perceived as relaxing music. As the music played a harmonious beat, she sat down, rested her back against the sofa and closed her eyes. This is the life, she thought. She was going to call her friends later and ask which of them had sent it. But for now, she just wanted to sit down and relax. After sitting down for ten minutes, her mind was allowing itself to be free and going into a deep flow. Her subconscious mind continued to absorb the subliminal messages under the music as they began to brainwash and control her.
"Your mind is being emptied for re-programming. As you continue listening to this CD, you will enter a new phase. Your mind will enter a new phase, that of obedience. Your mind is bringing back the memory of Sayed, the Arab man you fought with at McDonalds. Your heart feels guilty for having been rude to him and now you know that you have to make up for your behavior towards him, as he was innocent and you attacked him," the CD continued brainwashing her, giving her three instructions:
1 to remember Sayed's cell phone number
2 to call and tell him to come over to her place
3 to tell him she is to be his obedient slave for as long as she lives.
The CD continued her reprogramming.
"At the count of ten you shall wake up. Once you wake up, your new programming shall take effect. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One," the CD finished counting and stopped. Farah woke up and looked all around her. She now knew what she must do, she has to call Sayed, invite him over and when he arrived, apologize to him and give herself to him as his slave. A part of her hated it but she had to make up for the way she acted to him and only slavery to him would compensate for it.
Farah walked to her bag and picked up her cell phone. She dialed Sayed's number and waited until he picked up.
"Hello, who is this?" Sayed answered.
"Hello, Sayed. It's me, Farah," she sighed.
"Farah? Who are you?" Sayed asked in an angry tone.
"I am the woman who was rude to you about a month ago in McDonalds. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the way I acted and I want to make up for it," Farah sounding guilty but also scared for having to call him like this, for no logical reason.
"Oh right, you are the Persian woman who called me a dirty Arab, now I remember you but how did you get my number" he asked, sounding as if his feelings were still hurt over the incident.
"You must have given it to me, I really don't remember. I just remembered it today and so I called as I want to make up for what I said and how rude I was to you. Listen, would you like me to come to your place?"
"No Farah, I will come to yours. Tell me where you live." Farah told Sayed where she lived.
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