From poor Midwest boy to motherly Arab woman
From poor Midwest boy to motherly Arab woman My name is Amira, and this is my story! As I introduce myself, I must say that things have changed a lot for me from being a regular teenage boy growing up in the suburbia of Chicago. But then met with a series of fascinating life events, which took everything I had from me and changed me into this voluptuous woman in her 30s and developed me into this Arab carpet weaving matron. I was a 19-year-old skinny boy called Jim, with blonde hair...