Wesley Gray - Embedded

I was tired of being the jundi ’s sexual education teacher and instead turned the conversation over to them. I addressed Ahmed and the others. “Ahmed, tell me about sex in Iraq. What do you guys do that I would find surprising?” Ahmed turned to his fellow Arabs and they conversed in Arabic for a moment, then Ahmed turned to me. “Jamal, have you heard of the Shia custom of ‘enjoyable marriage?’” Perplexed, I replied, “Enjoyable marriage? Naw, never heard of it. Explain this one to me.”

Ahmed explained, “Jamal, the concept is very easy. If you are a widow you are allowed to pay a man to be your temporary husband. The temporary husband’s job is to have sex with the woman, protect her, and take care of her.” I smirked and asked, “What does Allah think of all this?”

“Well, it’s a tricky situation,” Ahmed replied. “Allah doesn’t really see this as a true marriage because there is no love involved. It is purely a pragmatic solution to a common problem.” I replied, “Uh, you’re going to have to explain a bit more for me, Ahmed.” He obliged, saying, “Sure, I will give you an example of when an enjoyable marriage is legal and not legal in the eyes of Allah.”

Ahmed began to lecture. “Okay Jamal, let’s say a widow wants to have an enjoyable marriage. She will market herself or other men will come to her to make a proposal. Let’s say they agree to a six-month agreement. The man from that point forward is able to have sex with the woman and is obligated to take care of her.” I asked, “Okay, why doesn’t Allah see that as having sex outside of marriage?” He responded, “Well, here is the catch. At the end of the six-month period, the agreement must end. If the two individuals actually love each other, or want to continue the contract, they have to get married. If they are caught having sex after the agreement, they will be punished as any other sexual offender would be punished.”

Astonished, I replied, “Isn’t that cheating the system? It almost seems like prostitution.” Ahmed retorted, “Well, Jamal, you need to realize that the woman will be distraught when she is a widow and may be driven to kill herself without a man in her life. This is a solution that allows the woman to maintain some sort of sanity while she gets back into her life.”

“Tell me this Ahmed,” I asked, “can the woman do this multiple times? Like can she do multiple contracts? Also, how many guys come clamoring for deals like this hoping to get some sex?” Ahmed laughed. “Jamal, I will be honest with you, I think the woman can legally do this multiple times, but I do not know the official religious law for this. And yes, men do come clamoring to sign on for these enjoyable marriage deals.”

I replied, “The Sunnis hate this idea—right?” Ahmed quickly responded, “Oh yes, they think it is against Allah’s wishes, but we disagree with them on many things so that is natural.”

After learning about the enjoyable marriage concept, I sparked a flurry of sex-related stories that all the Iraqis wanted to share. My favorite was of this famous man in Fallujah who wanted to have sex fifteen times a day with his wife. The nickname for the man was “Horny Hameed.” For obvious reasons, Horny Hameed’s wife wasn’t so keen on the idea and took her husband to the local equivalent of court, the local sheikh.

Typically, in an Iraqi marriage the woman has to do what her husband wants; however, because of the absurd nature of her husband’s request, the local sheik was willing to hear her concerns. The final judgment from the sheik was that Horny Hameed would be limited to having sex with his wife only three times a day. And if he broke this rule, his wife would have the legal right to separate from him. The wife, without a real choice, agreed to the ruling. Horny Hameed and his bride left the sheik’s presence to live happily ever after—or so everyone thought.

A few months passed and Horny Hameed’s wife returned to complain to the sheik. Her husband was once again forcing her to have sex fifteen times a day. Standing by his word, the sheik ruled that this was grounds for a legal divorce and that the woman could part ways from her husband because of his unnatural demands. Thank God, there is some sense of reasonableness in Arab society.

One evening, during my Iraqi COC duty, Imus, the terp working with me, showed me a talent I never knew he possessed. “I can swoon any women with the stroke of my pen or the sound of my voice,” he told me. I’ve always thought Imus was a blowhard: he is thirty-seven years old and relatively wealthy, yet unmarried. Any male in Iraq with these characteristics has no excuse not to be married. While I had my doubts with regard to Imus’s abilities, this evening Imus proved to me that he is a “ladies’ man.”

Imus typically set up his computer next to mine on our table in the Iraqi COC. While on duty with me he spent his nights chatting on the Internet, since I only occasionally needed his terp services. This night was no different. Imus booted up his computer and started chatting online. Imus usually spoke with his friends and relatives, but this time he claimed to be chatting with a married American woman who wanted to marry him.

To call his bluff I sat over his shoulder and watched the conversation between him and whoever was on the other side of the chat session. While the chatter between Imus and the person on the other end seemed to corroborate Imus’s story, I found it hard to believe that a married American woman could be swooned by an Iraqi with no hope, no future, and living a world away. Imus was likely dealing with a pedophile searching for his next victim.

Imus managed to prove me wrong. He put on his headphones and told the lady to turn on her webcam so he could see and speak with her. I called Imus out. “You are so full of shit,” I said. “I guarantee the person you’re talking to will not show their face.” I returned to my desk to continue my work.

Within a few minutes I heard a thick West Virginian accent say, “Imus, baby, I love you. I want you to come to America so we can live together. I will leave my kids and my husband.” I sprinted to Imus’s computer screen. I couldn’t believe what I saw.

I was looking at a woman in her mid-forties sitting in what appeared to be her study. I shook my head in disbelief and went back at my desk. Imus began speaking with the woman through his microphone. The conversation was mundane: They asked each other about their families, the weather, and made general small talk. After my astonishment wore off, I stopped eavesdropping on the conversation and went back on my work.

“I am putting my tongue on your hard nipples now. I am slowly moving my way down your body so I can lick your beautiful flower.” I popped out of my chair. “Imus, did you just say what I think you said to that lady?” He ignored me and continued spewing graphic sexual speech to the woman on the other side of the computer. I couldn’t handle it. I had to see what was going on. I witnessed the unthinkable. The housewife had her top off, she was caressing her breasts, and was obviously pleasuring herself out of the webcam’s view.

The absurdity of the situation was too much. From a swahut in Al Anbar Province, in the middle of a war zone, Imus was conducting phone sex with a married woman. Even so, this homemaker, a world away, continued to enjoy what Imus had to offer. I guess this was her release from what I can only assume was a lame duck life she had with her husband. Imus continued his Casanova tactics on the lady. I was still not completely convinced. I told Imus, “I need to talk to this woman and make sure she isn’t some chick from some sort of paid service.”

Imus wanted to prove to me that this was the real deal. He spoke with his Internet lover. “My friend just came in the room here. He is a U.S. Marine and wants to talk with you to see how you are doing. Would you mind speaking with him for a few moments?” Imus handed me the headset. I introduced myself and started asking the lady basic questions that only an American would know. She responded effortlessly. We spoke about West Virginia, her family, and the weather in the States, and she thanked me for my service in Iraq. This was the real deal. Scared about what I had stumbled upon, I handed the microphone back to Imus. I was in shock. I had witnessed an unshaven, 130-pound weakling, living thousands of miles away from America, have phone sex with a married West Virginian with three children and a steady job. I couldn’t imagine anything more mind-boggling.