’ We laugh and commiserate about how difficult it is to be women writers. For a second, I’m not thinking about anything but the difficulty of gett...ng my stuff read, let alone published because my full name is Raiqah Muhammad Hussein. With a Moroccan father and white American mother, I’m interesting but not all that marketable for the masses. The meal transitions from entree to dessert, all syrupy pastries that remind me of home. I’m struck by acute homesickness and fight off tears as I think of. With this information, she got sad for me and asked me what I would want to do about it. I just responded, “I have no idea, I already accepted that fact I am impotent!”Somehow it was like a light bulb flickered in her head and said to me, “Would you like to meet me later? Maybe we can try something new that you would like.”I smiled and said, “Yes, yes!“She gave me her address and left the bar.In shock about what just happened, I was awed by the fact that a very beautiful woman wanted to be with. ’ She smiled. ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’ With that she walked away, leaving my heart racing. I made my copies and returned to my desk, a little dejected. I wasn’t sure if she had taken me seriously and if she meant she really would keep it in mind. Fortunately, I got my answer just the next day. I was at home on Wednesday evening watching some TV when my cell phone rang. As always, I checked the caller ID and, although I didn’t recognize the number, it was a local call and so I answered it.. She turned and glared at me. "What the fuck did you expect?" she asked. "I love you Mom, Daddy told me to remember that. His exact words were, "She's still your mother and she loves you too." The problem, Mom, is that I just don't LIKE you very much right now." Joy, wait," I said. "We need to talk about this. And I want to talk to your father." I don't feel like talking right now mom," she said. "And Daddy emailed you."After she and Patti had gone, I went over to the computer and logged in to.