“Raqs Bekon” – رقص بکن

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Original Artist: Ahmad Zahir. Rough Translation: “Strip for me, dance for me, tease me, wave that head of hair around, oh light and pleasure of my grim evenings and dark nights. Shake for me, twerk for me, and gaze at me while you go down with those beautiful round, wide eyes, oh bane to my existence. You’ve become the bane to my existence. Move those decadent feet for me, obediently and submissively. Like a ragdoll. As if you like it and you want it. Clap that ass for me, make it jiggle, the best one out of them all. And then we can have a drink afterwards. Pour me a cup or two when we’re done enjoying ourselves, like the Houri that I’d have in heaven when I’m dead after all of this. Why not have a taste of heaven on earth with you, even if it’s just for a single day or night? Until then, at least give me a wink if you’re on board theoretically and in principle. You’re the Juliet to my Romeo, in the hands and grip of my adversaries and enemies. You give those death looks because you know it too. You know it full well. You know what’s good in the hood. I don’t even have to explain it.”
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I have a Bachelor's Degree in History/Government and International Relations from George Mason University, and a Master's Degree in International Affairs with a Concentration in U.S. Foreign Policy from American University in Washington, DC. I was born in New York City, and have lived in Northern Virginia since childhood. I am an independent writer and an entrepreneur. I am also a book author.

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