God Laughs, Too

by Tahira Chloe Mahdi

"In-your-face... groundbreaking and unprecedented."

-Washington Afro-American Newspaper

"Will have you laughing out loud... Mahdi steps on the

scene with an amazing gift to tell a story."

-AMAG Awareness Magazine, New York

Na’imah just wants to be a good girl and have her name pronounced correctly, but the cold and cruel world just won’t cooperate.

With friends like Amber, who wears her jealousy better than her tacky outfits... and Aaron, the boyfriend who prefers weed over intimacy... Na’imah needs no enemies. Add that to her lust for dangerous places and addictive substances, and you get a tale that boils over with hardcore humor and biting reality.

Believing that her conscience is the voice of God, she gives hilarious, jaw-dropping accounts of what happens when she doesn’t take His advice.

"Fiction with punch... A kind of modern, urban take on Judy Blume..."

-Washington City Paper

ISBN: 0-9740591-0-2

$12.00

"I recommend this book for every mother and every grown daughter - one that thinks she’s grown.” - novelist Michelle McGriff, author of Majestic's Secret, For Love's Sake, The Legend of Morning & Obsession 101

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Na’Imah on her boyfriend

Almost every time I’m in Aaron’s car, he’s smoking a blunt or on his way to buy weed. I don’t want to seem like a goody-goody so I just keep my mouth shut and take a few puffs when it’s passed my way.

Na’Imah on church

Church is the worst for me. I get the creeps watching all that whoopin’ and hollerin’ from people who I know lie, cheat, steal, and f*** way more than the average hoodlum. The leaders of these institutions are men, human like me, so why should I think they know any more than I do?

Na’Imah on her best friend

The last time we went shopping together, she tried to buy everything I bought. If I was on one side of the store and she was on the other, she would run over to where I was and snatch whatever outfit I was holding. “I was just looking at that,” she would say. No you weren’t! B***h, you were all the way over there!

Na’Imah at a party

The DJ, who had gotten better because I had gotten drunker, put on a slow song.

I slouched down in my chair to avoid any dance offers from the “f*** the shower, I put on cologne instead” lowlifes looking to slow grind and leave my shoulder smelling like a funky armpit.

Na’Imah in trouble

The drug dealer would get about five to ten years because he’s the Black guy and he said that they were already looking for him. I would get about three to five because I’m the Black girl. Tangie and the pale chubbster would be put on probation because they’ve always been “good kids” and were probably corrupted by the two Black “perpetrators”. I couldn’t believe my life was about to be f***ed up because I took a ride to get some weed.

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