Joyfully Veiled

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[billie-bug]

Non-Muslim girls before and after Arab Cock....

Non-Muslim white girls and Asian Women who swore they would never convert to Islam, get one taste of Ahmad’s Arab Muslim Cock, and that’s all it took, and he owns them all!….

Tracy was his first, Ahmad knew that white girls are naturally whores, and often want to prove this intentionally, to non-white men, getting her to the bathroom to fuck would be easy. All he had to say was, “let’s fuck!” Without hesitation, Tracy stood up and followed him into the men’s room. Within seconds she was on her knees pulling out his massive cock, once she saw its golden colour and size, she was hooked. Twenty minutes later with her fertile pussy full of cum, he told her, “if you want more of this, you have to convert to Islam and be my bride”, her response….

….”How do I look?”….

Jacki was very anti-Muslim, atleast until her 18th birthday, Ahmad was new to the neighbourhood, found out it was her birthday and dropped off a gift. Jacki immediately noticed to massiveness of Ahmad’s bulge, in fact she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. As her birthday party continued, and friends were mingling, Jacki snuck away to her bedroom with Ahmad, once she had his cock out, she orgasmed just by looking at it. Several minutes later, with wobbly legs and a bred pussy full of cum, she emerged back into the party…..

This was her the next day. She became another one of his brides and moved in with him, her belongings were moved or sold shortly after….

Jeeyoung was never religious, she met Ahmad at a grocery store, he allowed her to go ahead of her in line, then even helped carry her groceries to her car. She was so attracted to his kindness, she invited him to dinner that evening with her and her husband Jeremy. While helping him take off his coat that evening, her arm brushed against his crotch, she felt its size, and instantly soaked her panties. All she could think about while eating was his huge, Arab cock, and how badly she wanted it inside her. After a few too many beers, Jeremy passed out. Jeeyoung took her chance, she walked Ahmad to the kitchen, his cock was in her mouth almost immediately. Soon he had her over the counter, his golden Muslim Cock pushed up her ass. Just before cumming, he pulled out and put in her unprotected pussy. He whispered in her ear, “divorce that white boy and come marry me, I want you in my Harem”…. 

This was Jeeyoung two days later, converted to Islam, preparing to get rid of her white husband, and dedicated to serving Ahmad with his other brides….

Marie and Tara 18 and 19, were visiting Canada from Ireland. They asked Ahmad for directions to their hotel after getting misdirected. His good looks and charm got him directions into their pants. Once at the hotel the two girls, who had never done anything lesbian-like before, began making out with each other and got naked and put on a live sex show for him. The started to undress too, once his massive, golden beast was out, the two of them were hypnotized by its appearance. So big, the colour was beautiful, he fucked them for hours before unloading in their young fertile white pussies. Still in ecstasy from the pleasure they received from his glorious Arab cock, he convinced them to join his harem….

This is how they appear now as two more of his brides….

Sarah met Ahmad at the mall, he offered to buy her a coffee. She found him kind and attractive. He thought knew, just like all white girls, she’ll be sucking and fucking his Arab cock soon, as he knew white girls are whores, and love being that way. And he was right, typically for a white girl, it took very little convincing to get her in the washroom, naked and sucking his cock. Sarah had never seen a cock so beautiful. It was huge, golden, uncut perfection. And soon enough, with no condom and no pill, Sarah too had a pussy full of potent Muslim sperm. And it was Sarah who said she would happily convert to Islam if should could get his cock all the time….

Sarah now, fully converted with all the others, and all of them now living back overseas in Saudi Arabia, happily serving their husband together….

[browsedankmemes]

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[shy-marker-pliers]

absolutely fantastic. 10/10.

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

A little apology

I will probably be replying to everyone pretty slowly, but you are all in my heart. My deepest apologies and please stay safe

[veiledfuture]

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

It pulses in your heart: the desire to try it. To indulge in it. To find comfort in it.

Its mystery allures you, beckons you, daring you to step into the unknown. A plunge into the deep black folds of the Veil.

And there is where you find peace, beauty, enlightenment and truth. There, in the cloth that is seen as shackles, you'll only find liberation.

[connerys]

so i guess today people woke up and logged in just to see how crazy this censorship can get - now you can’t even see your own posts if they were (obviously incorrectly) marked as explicit. actually, there’s a way to see them.

you just have to go through the tag you use for your edits. posts that were marked explicit will look like this:

and if you click on the post, you’ll see this:

but take a look at the address bar

this is the post number. if you copy it and go to tumblr dot com/post number, you’ll see the post and will be able to edit it.

you can message support asking to review your post (since now it is the only way i believe) & also add a tag to your flagged posts to check if they’ve been unflagged.

[plaidadder]

how can these people be running fucking tumblr and not realize that everything they do is going to be instantly life-hacked?

[fedoraspooky]

Just when I thought the red bar was bad, they dont even give an easy way to appeal now…

[jamiebluewind]

Oh god. This should not be so complicated for us. Let me guess? They realized the red bar was showing how broken their bot is, so rather than addressing the problem, they decided to make the appeal process impossible for most people -_-

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

Remember, Remember

The 17th of December

The Tumblr purge, so many cut down, so much ended

I see no reason to forget this treason.

(I totally forgot how that poem at the beginning of V for Vendetta went)

[photographydevoted]

[hypnomindstorm]

For all of you leaving: so long, and thanks for all the fish.

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

Be safe, may your hearts be filled with kindness and lewdness

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

You felt odd, as if in a daze as you sit in this strange woman’s car. A feeling of ease seeped into you while you are with this woman, as if she was a lifelong friend. Yet that could not be the case as you have never met this woman before. In fact, you almost would have never met if you hadn’t been staring in enthralling interest at the strange woman who so carefree strode by a man who shouted and slurred at her for her Veil.

It was then that the strange woman saw you, your eyes meeting hers and becoming locked together. She altered her course just enough to stride up to you, extending her hand and offering a ride in a voice that was smooth and polite. Seamlessly you rise to your feet, accepting the offer even as your mind races to remember if you wanted it or not. But why wouldn’t you? Your friend is offering you a ride and you are so dulled with where you are, concerned about what that man thinks of you or how your makeup looks right now. This is a gateway to a journey, an invitation for an adventure that you so vibrantly desire.

Thus you follow her without question or resistance. You’ve already tumbled down the rabbit hole, so why not see how far it goes. You can always choose to leave if you so wished. Yet that concept, leaving, it felt wrong and foriegn. With a mental shrug you return to paying attention to the path before you that your Sister leads.

“What colour, do you wish to have?” The heavenly voice asked, her deep and dark eyes returning to meet yours. A sense of relief, of calm warmth, blossomed from your heart.

“Green please, Sister.” The words came from your heart before your mind even comprehended your answer. You must have forgotten your Veil somewhere, you had to. You’ve been meaning to Veil more often, outside of home as you should. With your mind made up, you reach out and take your Sisters hand and look her in the eyes with joyfulness glee. “Thank you Sister, thank you so much. Here, take my number, I should be getting back, my class is soon. Thank you for your kindness my Sister, may peace follow in your wake." 

You squeeze her gloved hands as you bid goodbye, and she squeezes yours. Her deep dark eyes speak a goodbye that didn't need words, and finally you slip out and begin walking back to class.

Your Veil is wrapped comfortably around your head and over your face: resting high along the bridge of your nose and low on your forehead. Only your eyes are seen, and they ignore the slurs, stares, and glares with strength and grace.

Yet there is one woman, another student, who stared at you. Yet her innocent green eyes held no vulgar in them. You meet those eyes, entwine them with yours, as you walk by. Just before you pass by, you give her a wink, and continue on your way. Time will tell if she knows what it means, as time tells all.

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

Good News!

I have made a Wattpad account: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Veiled_Sister_Sandra

If you know of anywhere else I should post, just message 

[veiledcelebrity]

“So you are fully believing that the hijab is feminist stance.” The woman host asked her guest with a quizzed voice and a face of confusion she had ever since her guest had arrived. “And the niqab, they are the way forward for feminism, they are the way forward for all women.” Emma Watson answered again, her voice filled with excitement and joyous despite the hosts lack of enthusiasm. Her eyes shone with delight and her smile was unseen beneath her Veil.

With that, the show went to break, leaving Gwyneth Paltrow staring at the commercial in which she wasn’t paying attention to. She simply tried to rationalize in her mind how Emma changed so quickly. There was no indication, or warning, or so much as a whisper about something like this. Yet here Emma was, on TV, telling the western world that the niqab was a new form of feminism. While Gwyneth had heard rummagings of groups claiming that stance, she never thought that her own friend would go from never mentioning it to stating that all women will embrace it on their own choice.

Yet Gwyneth was genuinely curious about the whole affair. The nagging question in the back of her mind murmured: ‘What if she is right?’ Gwyneth shook her head to clear the thought. She had read countless articles about why and how the niqab was a weapon of oppression, an enemy of women. This couldn’t be the real Emma, this had to be a sort of joke! With a final, lasting sigh and a quick nod of her head, she turned the TV off and prepared for the day with the utmost attention to forget about this situation.

As the day went on, she did.

It was late when she finally returned home, darkness had fallen upon the world and made it a cold and quiet place. Before her door lay a package, a small gift box without a name or card. She quickly scooped it up with her as she entered her warm and equally quiet home. With a quick toss of her heels into the footlocker and the loss of her coat, she strode over to her couch with the package in hand.

She quickly and effectively worked to get it open, using a letter knife to cut the ribbon before resting it upon the table with the rest of her stuff. The box had very little weight or markings on it, aside from her name. With a quick look around, her hands slid to the edges and swiftly pulled open the lid. There was a fabric inside, a beautiful red fabric that seemed oddly familiar. Atop it was a folded piece of paper, no bigger than a business card. Gwyneth plucked it slowly from its resting place and unfolded it.

'Embrace curiosity, open your mind’ Ominous, but it drew her in. She set aside the note and slowly pulled out the fabric. It had an odd smell: a pleasant spice that seemed both familiar yet unknown. She sifted through until she found another note at the bottom, her hands gently placing the cloth on her lap as she reads over the new note. 'Gwyneth, you’ve always been one who is not afraid to go her own way.

I need your help, your strength, to do the same, for all women. Help us all unite! -EW.’

The realization washed over her as if she was slowly submerged into water. Emma sent this gift, this niqab, and asked for her help by wearing it. The words from that morning show echoed in her ears and her hands lazily ran over the silky texture. Emma was a friend, a close friend at that. She isn’t the type to lead you astray just to turn around and laugh at you, and if she’s asking for help then it must be something serious.

Her hands raised the fabric up to her face, establishing it over the bridge of her nose. The smell was wonderfully warm, and the fabric felt homely. She was swept up in the sensation, the magnificent uproar of realization, the feelings of strength and obedience. She didn’t realize her hands moved on their own, finishing her Veil to the best she could. It was sloppy, but she was content as she knew that time and Sisterhood would show her how to properly don the Veil. It felt as if the warm sands of Arabia had enveloped her in a caring fashion, and the fears she was infested with before began to disperse.

There was only one thing left to do.

The app waited for the recipient to answer, and once it did, squeals of joyous celebrations rang out. “Thank you Emma, for this is a blessing I had irrationally feared. This is the freedom I unknowingly rejected. This is the liberation I fully embrace!” Gwyneth Paltrow’s eyes were alight with passionate fire as she let the words stampede out of her heart. Emma clapped her hands in excitement and was smiling as brilliantly as the full moon. “That is wonderful my Sister! I’m so glad you have been here liberated, been enlightened. There is much to do, my Sister, are you ready?”

Story by veiled Sandra https://veiled-sandra.tumblr.com/

Art by https://veiledcelebrity.tumblr.com/

[ruptorune]

Please don’t fucking log off tumblr on the 17th as a protest. All that’s going to do is give tumblr more reason to shut this place down because of revenue loss.

[waywardsignns-a]

Please don’t fucking log off tumblr on the 17th as a protest. All that’s going to do is give tumblr more reason to shut this place down because of revenue loss.

[sandersstudies]

This is blatantly untrue

Companies do not experience one day of revenue loss and pull the plug, destroying years of work and firing dozens if not hundreds of employees.

Companies which experience loss in revenue and consumer interest make investments and changes in order to regain their users/customers. That’s why organized protests and boycotts WORK. Tumblr will NOT go down after one bad day or week, but they might be willing to listen to its userbase if we put up an organized protest. (If you don’t believe me, think about how long sites like MySpace and Google+ hang around with fractions of their previous user base, often for years.)

Yahoo paid over one billion dollars for Tumblr, and the website will not go offline because of a one-day event, so in conclusion,

DO log off on December 17th to show Tumblr that you disapprove of its recent content ban and clumsy execution of censorship.

Please reblog this version of the post to stop the spread of misinformation.

[achraya]

Never boycott anything, never protest, never show your displeasure with your wallet, because that would be economically inconvenient to the people you’re protesting and god, something uncomfortable or unfun might happen! 

Jesus Tittyfucking Christ. 

[wide-awaaaaake]

Alternatives to Tumblr if Yahoo goes any further

Soup.io - well-known alternative to Tumblr. Reblogging, post types, themes, collab blogs, dashboard, artsy, great community already there. Soup can auto-import everything you’ve posted on Tumblr.

TypePad - Includes reblogging. Dashboard and post types similar to Tumblr.

Jux - Artful posts, beautiful blogging experience

[bollymusings]

Reblogging cause one day it just may be neccessary.

[arubbishmedic]

It became necessary

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

The Unfortunate News

I'm sure you have seen the news about Tumblr's adult content crackdown. I haven't seen something this destructive since my high school years! My condolences to all of you affected, and I hope that the light will guide you all to another site.

Ironically, it's probably the porn bots that aren't reacting to this at all!

[veiledcelebrity]

Emma Watson and The Veiled Tide Emma sighed softly as she slowly unwrapped the gift she was handed to personally from a young woman at one of her speeches. It had been a long day, and while it was an invigorating experience it was also duly exhausting. She put her all in these gatherings, her beliefs in the rights of women was as strong as the summer sun. Her hands began to remove the wrapping she had untied, finding a silky cloth beneath. Slowly she pulled it out, feeling it run along her arm and hand softly like the water along the beaches. There was a note in the center of the delicately folded item.

“To Emma, my icon Your passion for our struggle as women has inspired many of us. You are an icon of feminism, and I think you will lead a new wave of feminism for all women. Let me share this gift with you, the icon I believe will lead us to true enlightenment and empowerment.” Emma gasped in a brief shock as she saw the picture on the back of the note: a Niqab. She was awash with confusion, caught between throwing it out and investigating further.

‘What could she have meant by “new feminism?”’ Emma ponded, the red silky Veil still draped over her bare hands. She gently stroked it instinctively with her thumb, yearning for comfort as she faced this conundrum alone. It wasn’t as if she ignored the millions of women who choose to wear the Veil: but, they do so out of indoctrinated habits, don’t they? Although the woman who gave her this did not wear a niqab, nor a hijab. Emma realized that the woman didn’t even have makeup on aside from around her eyes. Those dark brown eyes were so powerful in the thought of hindsight. Those eyes knew they were in control of their destiny. The more Emma thought about those eyes, and how she knew that they had a Veil with them, the more she realized that it did make sense. Her thumb traces circles on the fabric that rested in the palm of her hand. She snapped back into reality with a yawn, her whole body relaxed upon the couch. It was a most peculiar feeling, and she enjoyed it. She peered down at the veil in her hand, sparking the hunger for knowledge that had carried her so far in life. With swift and seamless motion, she pulled open her phone and began to search for stories and blogs about the niqab. The world fell away as Emma fully devoted herself to the search, sifting through and learning of dozens of stories about peace and enlightenment. Most of the women followed it up by reverting to Islam, though a few did not. But each told a story of feminist empowerment and culture.

There were a few stories about force that made her blood boil. Yet not at the niqab, for it had done nothing wrong, only been used as a tool of evil when evidence showed that it is a tool for good.

After many silent minutes of thinking, of debating and of wondering, Emma slowly began to put on her Veil. It was almost a natural experience, as if she was a river following its course. She draped the hijab over her head first, adjusting it until it fitted perfectly upon her head. Her eyes glanced in a mirror and a smile infectiously grew upon her face: already she was looking much more modest, a beauty that she suddenly realized she had ignored. Yet it wasn’t just the way she looked, but the way she felt was exhilarating. The feeling of the cover was warm and filled with love and pride. Pride for her actions, her beliefs, her choices. Her fingers quickly set out to finish with the niqab.

Emma sat at her desk, her red satin niqab and hijab neatly covering her. The camera on her computer was blinking with a red light, signifying that it was ready to take video. She had never been one to livestream, but she needed to get the message out now. The Veil is the way forward for female empowerment. Story by veiled sandra https://veiled-sandra.tumblr.com/

Art by https://veiledcelebrity.tumblr.com/

[veiledfuture]

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

It is instinct, it is the draw of destiny, it is the enlightenment of all women. Whether your acceptance of the Veil is swift like a river or as slow as the grass grows, we will all choose the Veil in the end. It is our freedom to choose, our right to choose.

And when we choose to Veil, we choose to turn away from a society obsessed with beauty perfectionism, obsessed with women submitting to men, fighting over men. When we Veil, we choose to lead our own lives, our own way, in complete and utter freedom.

When we submit to the Veil, we tear down that society. When we submit to the Veil, we all become part of a Sisterhood like no other. When we submit to the Veil, we become equal, we show that beauty is within the diversity of the mind. When we submit to the Veil, we forge a deeper bond with our Sisters.

The Veil will be a powerful empowerment of women, a new wave of feminism. We will no longer serve men if we do not want to, and the Veil will give us the strength to do so. Rise up my Sisters, help those around you see the enlightenment of the Veil. Show them how to submit to it. And those of you who have not felt the embrace of a Hijab and Niqab, of the Veil, always feel free to ask any questions upon your mind. The path of the Veil is not force, it is knowledge.

[doctordrx-deactivated20181216]

Inspired by the Veil Sisterhood stories on Veiled Sandra’s blog and a very interesting chat I had with Yasminabellydancer on the submissive feelings wearing a veil can stir.  Fascinating stuff!

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

It's such an honour, although @veiled-samirah deserves more credit than I

[anotherwayround]

[veiledmodestyandfuture]

It had been a long week, filled with an odd and prevalent sense of longing. Olivia realized what her heart was crying out for three days after the feeling started, and has mentally paced over the decision for another three after.

It was the Veil, the one she tried on as a joke. It was only a scarf, how could it cause such a deep hole in her that so passionately wished to be filled? Images of herself proudly wearing a Niqab haunted her; yet, they also calmed her. When she indulged in the fantasies of such a future, she felt at peace with herself.

On the seventh day, one week since her cries to be Veiled silently started, she wandered the town in search of any woman who was Veiled. It was a long search, one where she took in all the beauty of the world, where the sun warmed her and the paths before her were clear. It wasn't until an hour passed that she came across a woman who walked so proudly Veiled, and with a tinge of desperation in her voice, asked for help.

"Yes indeed, Sister." The Veiled woman answered the plea, her eyes locked onto Olivia's. The woman held out a hand, which Olivia gladly accepted. They walked off to a small park, talking about life and the choices made to meet like this. The woman knew the Olivia desired to be a Sister from the look in her eyes, and she was overjoyed to help her embrace the Veil and Sisterhood.