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White cowardly men will continue their lives as Muslim sissies honored by Islam and serve their Muslim masters. White cowardly men looking for a Muslim master, send a message

[findingmytruecalling]

White cowardly men will continue their lives as Muslim sissies honored by Islam and serve their Muslim masters. White cowardly men looking for a Muslim master, send a message

[findingmytruecalling]

White cowardly men will continue their lives as Muslim sissies honored by Islam and serve their Muslim masters. White cowardly men looking for a Muslim master, send a message

[findingmytruecalling]

[findingmytruecalling]

White cowardly men will continue their lives as Muslim sissies honored by Islam and serve their Muslim masters. White cowardly men looking for a Muslim master, send a message

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New beginning

I stood outside the bustling bazaar, my eyes drawn to the rich fabrics that fluttered in the warm desert breeze. The vibrant colors of the satin abayas and hijabs seemed to dance in the afternoon sun, whispering secrets of elegance and submission. I had always felt a peculiar longing for them, an ache that grew stronger with each passing day. It was an unusual craving for a young man like me, one that often left me feeling misunderstood and alone.

The call to prayer echoed through the narrow streets, a rhythmic chant that filled me with a sense of peace. I watched as the local women, draped in their modest garments, walked with purpose and grace, their eyes lowered in respect. I envied the way the fabric clung to their forms, the way it moved with them like a second skin. It was a world of mystery and beauty that I yearned to be a part of.

Summoning my courage, I approached a kind-looking vendor, her stall adorned with a rainbow of fabrics. "I wish to serve a Muslim master," I began, my voice quivering. "Could you tell me where I might find one who would accept a servant such as myself?"

Her eyes searched mine, curiosity and perhaps a hint of amusement playing on her face. "Why do you seek this?" she asked, her tone gentle.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "I…I find something profoundly alluring about the submission and devotion that comes with serving a master who follows the teachings of Islam. The purity of purpose, the strict adherence to tradition… It's a life of discipline and structure that I crave."

The vendor studied me for a moment, her gaze lingering on my Western attire. Finally, she spoke. "You are brave to seek this path, young one. But know that it is not a choice to be made lightly. Wearing the abaya and hijab is not merely a fashion statement. It is a symbol of modesty and faith."

Her words weighed heavily on my heart. I nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of my request. "I am willing to learn and to grow," I assured her. "I seek a master who will guide me in this journey."

The vendor looked at me thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing as if peering into my soul. "To serve a Muslim master, you must be ready to submit fully," she emphasized. "This means your body, your thoughts, your actions—everything must be in service to your master's will. You will wear the abaya, hijab and niqab not as a costume, but as a shield of modesty and obedience. Are you truly prepared for such a commitment?"

Her words didn't scare me, they only served to stoke the fire of my desire. "Yes," I replied firmly. "I am ready."