FARZANA 6
Thursday morning Arezou and I are just starting to set up, Nilo and Gulazar haven't shown yet. These 2 people are obviously determined to be first in line. One is considerably fatter than the norm, probably kitchen staff. Both have identical rings.
The economy-size one leads, speaking direct to me, bypassing Arezou, "perfect English you got, good as any real foreigner. Can we have some help?"
I'm on edge, this is one of the voices from the bathroom.
The second speaks, the other bathroom voice, "I tell you," she points to her partner, "she is so stubborn, bad as any man, worse than most." Said in a boastful tone, go figure. "Told this idiot ages ago, give the girl a chance. Good enough for the CO, should be good enough for us."
"Oh shut up," first one says, "but truth is, you get nowhere without English."
"Right," I reply primly, point to the first, "you talk with Arezou." Point to the second, "you talk with me."
First opens her mouth to protest, but second lands an elbow in her ribs. Second grins, "nothing like individual teaching."
"Won't last long," I assert, "demand is way up. Few minutes, we'll each have, 5 or 6."
She grins, "thanks, I'm Zala."
"Right Zala, let's start with the first workbook."
In 15 minutes, the tidal wave starts. Arezou and I don't get a chance to talk until we're walking back for lunch.
She grins, "the two in the bathroom, right?"
"How'd you know?"
Ruffles my hair, "silly question or what? Half the time now, we're in each other's heads."
I blush, "was planning to tell you, but only after chow."
"Look at the bright side, Cannibal Princess seems to have converted the enemy."
"Oh go on."
Laugh, "did you see how ticked she was, when you gave her to me? Wanted to talk with you. I should feel jealous. Maybe she has ulterior motives. Designs on you."
I laugh, "gwan wit you. Not my type."
"And get a load of her friend boasting of how stubborn she was. Puh-leeze."
They're a strange couple, Zala and Shabnam. Next Thursday, they insist on a rotation, keep it even, fair. What can you do? They are our market demand, how we help to pay for chow.
As we return, Arezou grins, "hear lotsa these members who are Friends, bigtime ructions. Days arguing over who does a cleaning job that takes 15 minutes. Betcha Zala and Shabnam are like that."
"I hope we aren't."
Wicked smile, "we won't be arguing. It's your job, I've got the guy's role."
I give her a filthy look.
She laughs, "just joking."
Nilo throws in her 2 cents worth, "she ain't joking Farzana. That's how they think. You gotta lay down the law from Day One. Equality."
"So that explains Zala and Shabnam?" I ask.
Gulazar laughs, "you end-of-Corridor people are slow, but at least you learn."
Nilo laughs, "they say Shabnam spanks Zala bigtime, but Zala likes it."
"Go on with you," I scoff, "grownups spank kids."
"Oooo-oooo, oooo-oooo," Nilo laughs, "gotta lot to learn, yes you do."
"So what do they get out of it?" I ask innocently.
This sets all three off in wild howls of laughter.
Nilo, "Farzana, you really do take the cake. Hard to believe there's anyone like you around. If you still don't know by ring ceremony time, then try it with Arezou. You'll learn in a hurry, high voltage."
"What does electricity have to do with it?"
Wild howls of laughter.
Gulazar punches my arm lightly, "electricity is everything and I mean everything."
More laughter.
To the modern westerner, this all sounds farcical, ludicrous, I know. Bear in mind my background. Prudish times. One TV channel Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC), nothing questionable on it. No books, magazines or newspapers in my home in Canada. Even if there had been, those too were prudish in those days. To a little Saskatchewan girl, the times were quasi-Victorian. Yes I knew babies came from the mother's stomach. No I had no idea how they got there in the first place.
Arezou must have picked up my vibes. After lunch, she quietly says, "let's walk, we need to talk private." Once we're underway, "look Farzana, lots I don't know. Yeah I know you came back from the dead. But you never did talk of Canada days."
"Look I'm not ashamed to be here. Not ashamed to be Afghan. I was dead, came back to life. What's not to like about that?"
"Start by telling about the death itself."
I explain the family drunkeness, my appendicitis attack, freezing to death in the blizzard. Best as I can, I explain the Canada of that era.
She listens, tears in her eyes. Wraps her arms around me, "so sorry I embarassed you in front of Nilo and Gulazar, won't do it again." Gentle smile, "better if I tell you the facts of life. If you just overhear as you go, it'll seem so dirty. It's not dirty, it's love. So you'll listen now?"
I nod.
"Now you see ...." I listen in total fascination. She finishes with, "so rather do that with me or with someone else? And don't say with nobody or you'll go crazy."
"Y-you of c-course."
"So now you have something to look forward to. The magic at age 17. I often think how wonderful it'll be."
I hug her tight, cry. As we walk back hand-in-hand, I feel a lot better.
Arezou and I flop together on my bed, planning to do workbooks together. Nilo leans over, "look Farzana, I'm really sorry. Didn't mean to tease you so much. So Arezou told you?"
I smile, "yes."
"Gotta understand, just love, nothing dirty about it."
"Thanks, I know that now."
Arezou punches Nilo's arm easily, "leave her alone, she's had a hard enough day. She reacted right, things'll be cool."
Gulazar arrives, "so, your talk go ok?"
I nod.
"Good you'll last over time."
Arifa arrives, with a look of concern. Lands a hand on my forehead. "Whew, thank heavens. Before, you were looking ill. Ok now?"
I nod.
"So, how's tutorial going?"
"Fine."
"You gotta real talent, chance to develp it. Members give you trouble?"
"Not anymore."
"Carry on. Didn't mean to be rude, interrupt. Just wanted to check your temperature."
She leaves.
Gulazar elbows Nilo, "and you, oh yes, you think I missed that look this morning? You'd love to spank that fat Shabnam's behind."
"So what? I admit it. But you, you were thinking of getting spanks."
Gulazar blushes.
Not for the first time, it occurs to me, we gotta lotta nutcases within our walls. Maybe stress of having been refugees. Maybe those hormones Arezou told me about. Maybe both.
A memory comes. In those days, elementary was Grade 1 to 8. The older boys, like my brother Danny, did an awful lot of snickering about stuff not fit for "little kids" to know. So maybe these girls aren't nuts, maybe it's just part of growing up.
My reverie is interrupted. Nilo asks, "and you Farzana? Prefer to spank or take the spanks?"
"Neither."
"Come on, don't gimme that nonsense. Everyone feels one way or another."
"It's wrong. I'd be cheating on Arezou."
Nilo groans, "so Arezou chickened out? Only told you couple stuff? None of the group stuff?"
I say nothing, but probably look mystified.
Nilo turns to Arezou, "you tell her or I will."
Arezou blushes, "I'll do it. You make everything sound so sordid."
Nilo seems flattered by this.
Blushing hotly, Arezou starts, "Farzana dear, what couples do in bed, that's love, a private thing. But they got groups over there in the members' residence. Not just spank, but wooden paddles."
I'm sure my eyes are saucers.
Arezou continues, "see some do love at the natural pace. Others want speeded up, high voltage. But it isn't cheating as long as you don't have sex with anyone other than your partner."
Another Canadian memory, overhearing father and his drunken friends talk of being "bushed" or "bushwhacked". Work too long up north, forget you're married, go crazy with squaws.
So, these organization women? Bushed? Too long on this island? Is that the parallel?
Nilo cuts through my thoughts, "nuff stalling Farzana. You a spanker or spankee?"
I blush hotly, "neither."
She hops off the bed, stares into my eyes from a foot away, "Liar! Round here, gotta be honest with your friends. Tell us or we know you're a wimp."
Arezou kicks in, "how it is here. Tell her Farzana."
Shyly, "butt that huge, like Shabnam, make for spanking. I'd order her to kiss the paddle first. Spank her til my arm is sore, then she hasta kiss the paddle after."
The economy-size one leads, speaking direct to me, bypassing Arezou, "perfect English you got, good as any real foreigner. Can we have some help?"
I'm on edge, this is one of the voices from the bathroom.
The second speaks, the other bathroom voice, "I tell you," she points to her partner, "she is so stubborn, bad as any man, worse than most." Said in a boastful tone, go figure. "Told this idiot ages ago, give the girl a chance. Good enough for the CO, should be good enough for us."
"Oh shut up," first one says, "but truth is, you get nowhere without English."
"Right," I reply primly, point to the first, "you talk with Arezou." Point to the second, "you talk with me."
First opens her mouth to protest, but second lands an elbow in her ribs. Second grins, "nothing like individual teaching."
"Won't last long," I assert, "demand is way up. Few minutes, we'll each have, 5 or 6."
She grins, "thanks, I'm Zala."
"Right Zala, let's start with the first workbook."
In 15 minutes, the tidal wave starts. Arezou and I don't get a chance to talk until we're walking back for lunch.
She grins, "the two in the bathroom, right?"
"How'd you know?"
Ruffles my hair, "silly question or what? Half the time now, we're in each other's heads."
I blush, "was planning to tell you, but only after chow."
"Look at the bright side, Cannibal Princess seems to have converted the enemy."
"Oh go on."
Laugh, "did you see how ticked she was, when you gave her to me? Wanted to talk with you. I should feel jealous. Maybe she has ulterior motives. Designs on you."
I laugh, "gwan wit you. Not my type."
"And get a load of her friend boasting of how stubborn she was. Puh-leeze."
They're a strange couple, Zala and Shabnam. Next Thursday, they insist on a rotation, keep it even, fair. What can you do? They are our market demand, how we help to pay for chow.
As we return, Arezou grins, "hear lotsa these members who are Friends, bigtime ructions. Days arguing over who does a cleaning job that takes 15 minutes. Betcha Zala and Shabnam are like that."
"I hope we aren't."
Wicked smile, "we won't be arguing. It's your job, I've got the guy's role."
I give her a filthy look.
She laughs, "just joking."
Nilo throws in her 2 cents worth, "she ain't joking Farzana. That's how they think. You gotta lay down the law from Day One. Equality."
"So that explains Zala and Shabnam?" I ask.
Gulazar laughs, "you end-of-Corridor people are slow, but at least you learn."
Nilo laughs, "they say Shabnam spanks Zala bigtime, but Zala likes it."
"Go on with you," I scoff, "grownups spank kids."
"Oooo-oooo, oooo-oooo," Nilo laughs, "gotta lot to learn, yes you do."
"So what do they get out of it?" I ask innocently.
This sets all three off in wild howls of laughter.
Nilo, "Farzana, you really do take the cake. Hard to believe there's anyone like you around. If you still don't know by ring ceremony time, then try it with Arezou. You'll learn in a hurry, high voltage."
"What does electricity have to do with it?"
Wild howls of laughter.
Gulazar punches my arm lightly, "electricity is everything and I mean everything."
More laughter.
To the modern westerner, this all sounds farcical, ludicrous, I know. Bear in mind my background. Prudish times. One TV channel Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC), nothing questionable on it. No books, magazines or newspapers in my home in Canada. Even if there had been, those too were prudish in those days. To a little Saskatchewan girl, the times were quasi-Victorian. Yes I knew babies came from the mother's stomach. No I had no idea how they got there in the first place.
Arezou must have picked up my vibes. After lunch, she quietly says, "let's walk, we need to talk private." Once we're underway, "look Farzana, lots I don't know. Yeah I know you came back from the dead. But you never did talk of Canada days."
"Look I'm not ashamed to be here. Not ashamed to be Afghan. I was dead, came back to life. What's not to like about that?"
"Start by telling about the death itself."
I explain the family drunkeness, my appendicitis attack, freezing to death in the blizzard. Best as I can, I explain the Canada of that era.
She listens, tears in her eyes. Wraps her arms around me, "so sorry I embarassed you in front of Nilo and Gulazar, won't do it again." Gentle smile, "better if I tell you the facts of life. If you just overhear as you go, it'll seem so dirty. It's not dirty, it's love. So you'll listen now?"
I nod.
"Now you see ...." I listen in total fascination. She finishes with, "so rather do that with me or with someone else? And don't say with nobody or you'll go crazy."
"Y-you of c-course."
"So now you have something to look forward to. The magic at age 17. I often think how wonderful it'll be."
I hug her tight, cry. As we walk back hand-in-hand, I feel a lot better.
Arezou and I flop together on my bed, planning to do workbooks together. Nilo leans over, "look Farzana, I'm really sorry. Didn't mean to tease you so much. So Arezou told you?"
I smile, "yes."
"Gotta understand, just love, nothing dirty about it."
"Thanks, I know that now."
Arezou punches Nilo's arm easily, "leave her alone, she's had a hard enough day. She reacted right, things'll be cool."
Gulazar arrives, "so, your talk go ok?"
I nod.
"Good you'll last over time."
Arifa arrives, with a look of concern. Lands a hand on my forehead. "Whew, thank heavens. Before, you were looking ill. Ok now?"
I nod.
"So, how's tutorial going?"
"Fine."
"You gotta real talent, chance to develp it. Members give you trouble?"
"Not anymore."
"Carry on. Didn't mean to be rude, interrupt. Just wanted to check your temperature."
She leaves.
Gulazar elbows Nilo, "and you, oh yes, you think I missed that look this morning? You'd love to spank that fat Shabnam's behind."
"So what? I admit it. But you, you were thinking of getting spanks."
Gulazar blushes.
Not for the first time, it occurs to me, we gotta lotta nutcases within our walls. Maybe stress of having been refugees. Maybe those hormones Arezou told me about. Maybe both.
A memory comes. In those days, elementary was Grade 1 to 8. The older boys, like my brother Danny, did an awful lot of snickering about stuff not fit for "little kids" to know. So maybe these girls aren't nuts, maybe it's just part of growing up.
My reverie is interrupted. Nilo asks, "and you Farzana? Prefer to spank or take the spanks?"
"Neither."
"Come on, don't gimme that nonsense. Everyone feels one way or another."
"It's wrong. I'd be cheating on Arezou."
Nilo groans, "so Arezou chickened out? Only told you couple stuff? None of the group stuff?"
I say nothing, but probably look mystified.
Nilo turns to Arezou, "you tell her or I will."
Arezou blushes, "I'll do it. You make everything sound so sordid."
Nilo seems flattered by this.
Blushing hotly, Arezou starts, "Farzana dear, what couples do in bed, that's love, a private thing. But they got groups over there in the members' residence. Not just spank, but wooden paddles."
I'm sure my eyes are saucers.
Arezou continues, "see some do love at the natural pace. Others want speeded up, high voltage. But it isn't cheating as long as you don't have sex with anyone other than your partner."
Another Canadian memory, overhearing father and his drunken friends talk of being "bushed" or "bushwhacked". Work too long up north, forget you're married, go crazy with squaws.
So, these organization women? Bushed? Too long on this island? Is that the parallel?
Nilo cuts through my thoughts, "nuff stalling Farzana. You a spanker or spankee?"
I blush hotly, "neither."
She hops off the bed, stares into my eyes from a foot away, "Liar! Round here, gotta be honest with your friends. Tell us or we know you're a wimp."
Arezou kicks in, "how it is here. Tell her Farzana."
Shyly, "butt that huge, like Shabnam, make for spanking. I'd order her to kiss the paddle first. Spank her til my arm is sore, then she hasta kiss the paddle after."
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