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Part 1 :

The Abu Ghraib Experience

In 2004, during the height of the American occupation of Iraq, Nour, a 22-year-old Iraqi woman, was engaged in an unconventional relationship with Jake, an American soldier stationed in Baghdad. Thrill-seeking and eager to experience the unimaginable, Nour had convinced Jake to use his connections to grant her a few hours inside the infamous walls of Abu Ghraib prison.

After some hesitation, Jake managed to have her temporarily registered in the system under the pretext of a security check. For Nour, it wasn’t just an adventure—it was an opportunity to understand what the detainees were going through, even though she knew her experience would be temporary.

Arrival at the Prison

As soon as she stepped into the dusty courtyard of Abu Ghraib, Nour felt a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension. She was wearing tight jeans, a light top, and leather sandals. Her long black hair cascaded freely down her back, drawing suspicious glances from the American soldiers.

A soldier abruptly called out to her:

— "Identification?"

She handed over her papers, avoiding smiling too much.

— "Shoes. Jewelry. Everything must be removed."

Without hesitation, Nour took off her sandals, feeling the rough, dirty ground under her bare feet. A new sensation—slightly uncomfortable, yet strangely thrilling.

She was then led into a cramped room where three other Iraqi detainees were waiting, dressed in the clothes they had been arrested in: one in a black abaya, another in a long traditional dress, and the last in jeans and a tunic. Two of them still wore their veils, clutching the fabric nervously as their last defense against humiliation.

The Thorough Body Search

A blonde American female soldier entered, her gaze hard and cold.

— "Undress completely. The veil is no longer allowed here."

Nour wasted no time. In one swift motion, she removed her top, then her jeans, standing naked, exposed. The other women hesitated, exchanging apprehensive glances.

One of them tried to hold onto her veil:

— "I... I can't..." she murmured, trembling.

With a brutal gesture, the soldier ripped the fabric away, exposing her hair. The woman lowered her head in shame and slowly began to undress.

Once naked, they were lined up against the wall. The soldier pulled out a flashlight and barked orders in a monotone voice, making it clear this was not just a formality:

— "Run your fingers through your hair."

The women obeyed, nervously shaking their hair.

— "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, show your teeth."

The soldier scrutinized every detail, pushing the light deep into Nour's mouth, inspecting with excessive attention.

— "Raise your arms, turn slowly."

Nour turned on herself, feeling the guard’s eyes scanning every curve of her body.

— "Full check now. Spread your feet apart."

The search became more intrusive. The soldier knelt to meticulously inspect every part of their bodies. Nour felt a shiver as she watched her methodically examine every area:

The navel, probed with the tip of a flashlight.
Each toe, separated one by one to check for hidden objects.
Hands, under the nails, between the fingers.
Ears, inspected with a small light.

Then came the cold, direct command:

— "Squat and cough three times."

Nour and the others complied, feeling the shame rising in them as the soldier closely observed their intimate areas.

But it wasn’t over.

— "Lie down on the table, on all fours."

Nour took a deep breath, grimacing as she felt the cold surface against her bare skin. She obeyed, placing her hands behind her and spreading her buttocks, exposed in the most humiliating way possible.

The soldier was already putting on gloves.

— "Internal inspection. Don't move."

She felt cold fingers exploring her body:

A thorough examination of her anus, methodical and prolonged.
An intrusive check of her vagina, the soldier probing with precise movements.

Nour clenched her teeth but showed no sign of weakness. She knew this was the moment her mental endurance would be tested.

The Orange Uniform: A New Identity

Once the search was over, rough, worn-out orange jumpsuits were thrown at them.

— "Put this on. No underwear. No shoes. The veil is finished here."

Nour grabbed the jumpsuit, observing the coarse fabric. She slipped it on quickly, ignoring the discomfort of the rough material against her bare skin.

Looking at the others, she saw their obvious discomfort—their bare feet on the dirty ground, their silhouettes anonymized by the identical jumpsuits.

One of the detainees whispered softly:

— "We’re like shadows here."

Nour lowered her gaze to her bare feet, feeling the absence of shoes as a constant reminder of her powerlessness in this environment. Yet deep inside, a small smile formed.

Waiting and Adapting

They were lined up against the wall, waiting for their transfer. Nour, though silent, observed everything around her, memorizing every detail of the experience.

The guards chatted among themselves as if the women weren’t there, and Nour wondered how many had gone through this humiliation before her.

When her name was called, she obediently followed the guard to an interrogation room where Jake was waiting, arms crossed.

— "So, still as enthusiastic?" he asked, curious.

Nour leaned against the chair, playing with the hem of her orange jumpsuit.

— "It was... enlightening. Really."

Jake studied her for a moment before nodding.

— "Do you regret it?"

— "Not for a second," she replied with a sly smile.

Conclusion: No Fear, No Regret

After retrieving her clothes, Nour dressed slowly, feeling the stark contrast between the softness of her jeans and the harshness of the orange jumpsuit she had just taken off.

As she stepped out of the prison, she cast one last glance at the other detainees, still barefoot, lined up like specters. She took a deep breath and said to Jake as she got into the car:

— "Next step, how long can you leave me here?"

Jake burst out laughing. Nour, on the other hand, knew she had just experienced something unique… and she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Experience Feedback with Jake

Seated in the passenger seat of Jake's Humvee, Nour stretched and let out a satisfied sigh. Her feet, finally back in shoes, felt almost foreign after hours of walking barefoot through the corridors of Abu Ghraib. She cast an amused glance at Jake, who was watching her out of the corner of his eye, impatiently waiting for her to speak.

— "So, how was it?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.

Nour let the moment linger before answering, a playful smile on her lips.

— "It was… intense. Really. You know, at first, I thought I might regret it. But no. Not for a second."

Jake raised an eyebrow, amused.

— "Really? Even the part where they made you... you know..."

Nour burst out laughing, raising her hands in the air.

— "Oh, that one! Seriously, I think that was my favorite part. When the female soldier ordered me to get on all fours and spread… You should have seen her face—so serious, like she was doing something super important."

She laughed, mimicking the guard's cold command. Jake shook his head, smiling.

— "And the rest? Weren't you freaked out during the full-body search?"

Nour pretended to think, her gaze fixed on the road ahead.

— "Not really. The most awkward part was knowing the other girls were watching me. But you know what? I think after the first minute, everyone just lets go. I saw how they went from embarrassed to just... resigned. Me, I decided to have a little fun."

Jake chuckled softly.

— "Of course, Nour. Always finding a way to have fun, even in the worst situations."

She shrugged.

— "What really stood out to me was the moment they gave us the orange jumpsuits. I felt like everyone transformed into a single block of anonymous prisoners. Barefoot, no underwear, no veil—nothing to distinguish you anymore. Just detainees. I think that moment hit me the hardest. I could feel my whole body exposed under that outfit; every movement felt... different."

Jake watched her, intrigued.

— "So, would you do it again?"

She looked him straight in the eye with a provocative smile.

— "Oh, absolutely. But not alone..."

An Idea in Mind: Huda

Nour leaned back comfortably in the seat, thinking about her best friend, Huda. The mere thought made her smile. Huda, with her legendary shyness, her carefully adjusted veil at all times, and her obsession with modesty.

— "Guess who I was thinking about when I left?" she asked dreamily.

Jake rolled his eyes.

— "I have a feeling this is going to be a crazy idea."

— "Huda."

Jake burst out laughing.

— "Your super modest friend? The one who won’t even go swimming with you?"

Nour nodded, her eyes gleaming.

— "Exactly. Imagine her face if she had to go through everything I did today... Getting her inside, having to undress in front of strangers, standing barefoot on the cold floor, and the search..."

She giggled, shaking her head.

— "You know she'd freak out the moment they asked her to remove her veil, right?"

— "Exactly! I dream of seeing her face when she realizes she has to be completely naked, without her scarf, without her abaya, and that they won’t let her off the hook. Just imagining her panicked look makes me want to set it up."

Jake gave her an incredulous look.

— "You're diabolical, Nour. And she’d never forgive you."

— "Maybe. But it would be so memorable! Just seeing her standing there, trying to cover herself, while they force her to lift her arms, open her mouth, and all the rest..."

Nour was laughing hysterically, recalling how she herself had felt that imposed submission.

— "I bet she’d turn red like a tomato. She wouldn’t even know what to do with her hands!"

Jake shook his head, laughing despite himself.

— "You're such a little troublemaker, you know that?"

— "Don’t you think it would be a good lesson for her? After all, she’s always judging girls who are too open. Maybe she’d understand a few things better after this."

Jake smiled and shook his head.

— "If you ever manage to convince her, I want to be there just to see her reaction."

Nour raised a finger in a promise.

— "Deal. But trust me, convincing her will be the hardest part. Once she's inside, she’s trapped."

Lessons and Perspectives

As the vehicle rolled towards the residential area, Nour gazed out the window, reflecting on the hours spent in detention. She felt alive, as if she had discovered a hidden side of herself.

The imposed vulnerability, the loss of control, and the complete transformation under the orange uniform had awakened an insatiable curiosity within her.

— "Jake, do you think if I wanted to go back, it would be possible?"

He looked at her, surprised.

— "Seriously? Why would you want to go through that again?"

Nour shrugged, her mysterious smile still present.

— "Because I like testing myself. And besides... there's something about the experience. That moment when you are nothing but a detainee, when even your body no longer belongs to you. It’s fascinating."

Jake laughed out loud.

— "You're really not like the others, Nour."

— "Exactly, and that’s why you love me," she replied, winking at him.

Conclusion: An Experience Worth Repeating

Once home, Nour sat on her bed and slowly took off her sandals. She let her toes sink into the plush carpet and smiled, reminiscing about the hours spent barefoot on the cold, rough prison floor.

She grabbed her phone and typed a message to Huda:

"Hey sweetie, I have a crazy idea for you... Do you trust me?"

She burst into laughter, imagining her friend’s horrified reaction when she found out what it was about.

For Nour, one thing was certain: this wouldn’t be the last time.

Part 3

The Abu Ghraib Trap: The Surprise Arrest

Huda sat in a bustling Baghdad café, sipping her tea while Nour, as always, shared one of her outlandish stories.

— "You really need to step out of your comfort zone, Huda. Life is an adventure, not just prayers and routine!" Nour exclaimed, waving her hands animatedly.

Huda shook her head, annoyed.

— "I’m perfectly fine the way I am, Nour. I don't need your ‘adventures’ to be happy."

Suddenly, two American soldiers in uniform entered the café, their faces stern. They scanned the room before heading straight for their table.

— "Ladies, please follow us immediately for security reasons."

Huda gasped, her face turning pale in an instant.

— "What?! Us? But why?!"

Nour, feigning surprise, grabbed her friend's hand and whispered with a reassuring smile:

— "Calm down, Huda. They respect our culture and traditions. No need to panic, it's just a check."

Trembling, Huda slowly stood up, casting a desperate glance at Nour, who followed with a falsely worried expression.

Arrival at Abu Ghraib

The ride in the military vehicle was long and silent. Huda, curled up in her seat, clutched the edges of her abaya tightly, while Nour stole furtive glances, savoring her plan.

Upon arriving at the imposing gates of the prison, a shiver of fear ran through Huda. She squeezed Nour's hand tighter.

— "Nour… we're going home, right?"

— "Of course, as soon as they're done with their checks. Trust me."

But once inside, they were immediately taken to an intake room where several other detainees waited, their faces tired and wary.

A blonde female soldier entered the room, her tone sharp and authoritative:

— "Strip completely. The veil, the clothes—everything must go."

Huda felt her heart pound in her chest.

— "What?! No, I… I can't!" she stammered, trembling.

Nour gently took her arm, whispering:

— "It’s nothing, Huda. They do this to everyone, but they’re respectful."

Huda swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes, and slowly began to remove her veil, then her abaya, until she was left in her underwear, her socks still on, as if they were her last defense against humiliation.

— "Everything. We said everything," insisted the soldier.

Huda shook her head, sobbing.

— "Please… let me keep my socks."

Nour, already standing naked without the slightest discomfort, looked at her with a sly smile.

— "Huda, breathe. They're just socks, not your honor."

Reluctantly, Huda slowly removed her socks, feeling the cold floor beneath her bare feet. She shivered from head to toe as the soldier made notes.

The Thorough Search

The search procedure was ruthless and exhaustive.

— "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue," ordered the soldier.

Huda obeyed with a horrified expression, while Nour followed the orders with ease.

— "Raise your arms, turn slowly."

Every inch of their bodies was inspected without mercy:

Hair, searched strand by strand.
Ears, examined under a harsh light.
Navel, scrutinized intently.
Toes, separated one by one.

Then came the order Huda dreaded most:

— "Squat and cough."

She cast a desperate glance at Nour, who was smiling, clearly amused by her panic.

— "Come on, Huda, after this, we're free!"

Huda hesitated, then complied, feeling a wave of heat rise to her cheeks as the inspection continued to the most intimate areas.

The Orange Uniform and the Revelation

Once the search was over, rough orange jumpsuits were thrown at their feet.

— "Put these on. No underwear. No shoes."

Huda picked up the jumpsuit, struggling to hide her body as she quickly put it on. The coarse fabric rubbed against her bare skin, and the absence of socks made her feel even more vulnerable.

— "Why no socks?" she whispered, staring at her bare feet.

Nour burst out laughing, slipping into her own jumpsuit at her own pace.

— "Well, in pajamas, a normal person is barefoot, not in socks. It's a pajama party, Huda!"

Huda shot her a burning glare, her cheeks flushed.

— "This is a prison, Nour, NOT A PAJAMA PARTY!"

Nour shrugged with a grin.

— "Suit yourself, but honestly, I’m going to sleep just fine!"

Back to Reality

After several hours, they were released, and Huda rushed to retrieve her clothes, quickly putting her veil back on. Her feet brushed against the fabric of her socks, and she hurried to slip them on, relieved to regain what she considered her dignity.

In the car ride home, Nour, legs crossed and a satisfied smile on her lips, said:

— "Admit it, it was an unforgettable experience."

Huda, still fuming, grumbled:

— "I will never forgive you for this."

Nour laughed, raising her hands.

— "Oh come on, Huda. It was just a little adventure. And honestly, that orange jumpsuit looked great on you!"

Huda clenched her fists.

— "Next time, Nour, I swear it’ll be YOU ending up in a real prison."

Nour burst into laughter.

— "We’ll talk about it on the next trip, okay?"

Huda sighed deeply, adjusting her veil carefully, silently vowing never to follow Nour into one of her crazy ideas again.

Part 3

The Abu Ghraib Trap: The Aftermath

Huda sat on the couch in Nour's apartment, arms crossed, her face still flushed with indignation. Her bare feet timidly sank into the carpet as she shot daggers at Nour. She had left her shoes at the entrance, as tradition dictated, but the absence of her socks made her feel strangely uncomfortable.

Jake, comfortably seated in a chair near the kitchen, sipped a soda, amused by Huda's endless stream of complaints. Nour, on the other hand, lounged in the armchair across from her, a mischievous smile on her lips, her bare feet resting casually on the coffee table.

— "I can't believe you did this to me, Nour!" Huda exclaimed for the umpteenth time, wiggling her toes in frustration. "You dragged me there—barefoot, without my veil, without ANYTHING!"

Nour raised her hands, laughing.

— "Come on, Huda, stop it. It was a unique experience. And look, you're alive, aren't you?"

Huda fidgeted on the couch.

— "Alive?! Nour, I was BAREFOOT in a PRISON! They searched EVERYWHERE!"

Jake raised an eyebrow, watching her with amusement.

— "Everywhere, everywhere?"

Huda turned bright red.

— "Yes, EVERYWHERE. Even… there!"

Nour burst into laughter.

— "Oh Huda, relax. At least now you know how it works. You're a real trooper!"

Huda glared at her.

— "A trooper?! I had to walk barefoot on that dirty, cold floor for hours. Without socks, Nour! Do you know how much I hate that?"

Nour stifled a laugh and shrugged.

— "Honestly, I don't get your obsession with socks. I prefer being barefoot all the time. No socks, no worries!"

Jake chimed in with a grin.

— "She’s got a point. You’re barefoot here too, and it’s not killing you."

Huda glanced down at her own feet, then at Nour's, which were resting nonchalantly on the table.

— "Yeah, but here it's clean! There, it was a PRISON. The floor was COLD!"

Nour shrugged, wiggling her toes on the edge of the table.

— "Well, when you're in pajamas, a normal person is barefoot. It's a universal rule, Huda. Prison was just a giant pajama party!"

Huda stared at her in a mix of horror and anger.

— "A PAJAMA PARTY?! Are you kidding me, Nour?! That was the worst experience of my life!"

Nour laughed, throwing a conspiratorial glance at Jake.

— "Okay, maybe not a real pajama party... but admit it, it had its charm. No shoes, no pockets..."

Huda shook her head, exasperated.

— "Not the pocket thing again! Nour, we were completely naked!"

Nour nodded with a mock-serious expression.

— "Exactly, which is why I’ve decided I never want pockets again. Too stressful when they search them. Barefoot and pocket-free—that's the secret to freedom!"

Jake burst out laughing while Huda buried her face in her hands.

— "Why am I even friends with you, Nour?!"

— "Because you adore me, obviously!" Nour teased, nudging Huda gently with her bare toes.

Huda groaned and pushed her foot away, her expression caught between anger and reluctant amusement.

— "This is the LAST time I follow you into one of your crazy ideas!"

Nour smirked.

— "You say that every time, and yet, here you are again—barefoot, complaining."

Jake grinned at Huda with a teasing look.

— "And yet, she's still here. If it was so horrible, why are you sticking around, Huda?"

Huda folded her arms, then let out a dramatic sigh.

— "Because I need to make sure you understand just how much of a DISASTER it was!"

Nour laughed, cracking open another soda.

— "Oh come on, Huda, admit it... it was a little exciting, wasn't it?"

Huda, blushing bright red, snapped:

— "Never in a million years!"

Jake exchanged a knowing look with Nour and added:

— "Then why do you keep talking about it?"

Huda opened her mouth to respond but shut it again, caught off guard. Finally, she groaned and tucked her bare legs under herself.

— "Because I NEED to vent about this trauma!"

Nour patted her shoulder playfully.

— "Give it a year, and you'll laugh about it."

— "NEVER!"

Jake shook his head, chuckling.

— "I bet she’ll want to try it again in six months."

Huda shot up from the couch.

— "Jake, you're just as crazy as she is!"

Nour, her bare feet still propped up on the table, stretched her toes with a satisfied smile.

— "Admit it, Huda. Being barefoot isn’t that bad. See, you're already getting used to it."

Huda sighed, looking at her bare feet, then the floor.

— "I'm going to pray to Allah to give me the patience to deal with your nonsense."

Nour, still laughing, replied:

— "Ask Him to help you live without socks too, it might come in handy."

Huda let out a deep sigh and muttered:

— "I’m barefoot, I’m suffering… and I’m still here."

Jake smiled.

— "Welcome to life according to Nour."

Final :

Next Step: The Miami Hazing – "All Naked, No Exceptions"

Huda, still slumped on Nour's couch, nervously fiddled with a cushion in her hands. Her bare feet, which she was desperately trying to ignore, rubbed lightly against the carpet as she cast a worried glance at Nour, who sat across from her with a mischievous smile. Jake, leaning against the kitchen counter, watched them with amusement, ready to once again enjoy the spectacle that the dynamic between the two friends provided.

— "So, Huda, ready for the big leap into university life?" Jake asked, raising his soda can.

Huda groaned.

— "If it were just the classes... But with Nour, I’m never at peace."

Nour burst into laughter and clapped her hands.

— "Oh, you're going to love it! But first... there's the HAZING!"

Huda frowned, looking suspicious.

— "Hazing? Nour... what are you talking about now?"

Nour put on an innocent smile.

— "Well... it’s a rite of passage, my dear. No exceptions, no distinctions. Everyone has to go through it."

— "Explain." Huda sat up, already sensing disaster.

Nour took a sip of soda and placed the can down with a satisfied sigh.

— "So, here’s the deal. During the first week on campus, all new female students must spend an entire day... well, actually a whole day and night... COMPLETELY NAKED."

Huda almost choked on her own saliva.

— "WHAT?!"

Jake burst into laughter at her reaction.

— "Yep, you heard it right. No clothes, no exceptions. Hazing is ruthless!"

Huda's eyes widened in horror as she stared at Nour, who looked as if she were talking about the most normal thing in the world.

— "No, no, no. This is NOT POSSIBLE! They can't make us be... like that... all day!"

Nour shrugged, appearing nonchalant.

— "Oh, they can. And they do. It's tradition. They say it's to 'break down social barriers' or some psychological nonsense like that."

Huda shook her head in sheer terror.

— "Nour, I’m Muslim! I can’t do this!"

Nour patted her shoulder with a smile.

— "Well, everyone’s in the same boat. Veiled or not, modest or not, rich or poor... in Miami, hazing means EVERYONE goes naked!"

Huda placed a trembling hand on her chest.

— "This... this is... haram!"

Jake laughed.

— "Welcome to America, Huda. Here, they call it 'the spirit of integration.'"

Huda shot a desperate look at Nour.

— "Tell me there’s another option..."

Nour shook her head with a mischievous grin.

— "Nope. If you refuse, you become a social outcast. And you know how Americans are... They love their ridiculous traditions."

Huda, eyes wide with disbelief, shook her head.

— "And... what exactly do we have to do? Walk around campus? In front of everyone?!"

Nour nodded enthusiastically.

— "Exactly! In the morning, there's the famous freshman walk – completely naked, of course. We have to cross the entire campus in broad daylight. Then, there are stupid challenges all day. And in the evening... big party, and guess what? Still naked!"

Huda collapsed back into the couch, her toes curling against the carpet.

— "I’m going to die... I’m just going to drop dead on the spot."

Jake smiled reassuringly.

— "Honestly, Huda, I think it'll be easier than you think. Everyone will be in the same situation, so after a while, you won’t even think about it."

Huda looked at him in horror.

— "Jake, that’s easy for you to say! I’m going to be naked, barefoot, with NOTHING to hide behind! I’m used to being covered from head to toe!"

Nour shot her a knowing look.

— "You’ll see, after an hour, you won’t care anymore. It’s liberating!"

Huda stared at her with a mix of panic and despair.

— "Liberating? Nour, you’re insane!"

Nour shrugged.

— "You did it at Abu Ghraib. Why not in Miami?"

— "Because it WASN'T voluntary at Abu Ghraib!" Huda yelled.

Jake laughed, shaking his head.

— "Maybe you should try seeing it as an adventure, Huda. No one will judge you there; everyone will be in the same boat."

Huda sighed deeply, burying her face in her hands.

— "I just want to go back to Baghdad..."

Nour burst into laughter and patted her shoulder.

— "Oh come on, Huda. If you survive this, you can survive anything."

Huda slowly lifted her head, glaring at Nour.

— "I hate you, Nour. Sincerely."

Nour smiled, wiggling her bare toes carelessly.

— "You say that now, but once you taste the freedom... you’ll thank me."

Huda sighed in frustration.

— "You’re impossible."

— "And yet, here you are. Barefoot and still complaining."

Jake raised his can and winked.

— "Here’s to your future 'liberation day,' Huda!"

Huda grabbed a cushion and threw it at him.

— "I swear I'm going to kill you both."

Nour burst into laughter, raising her hands.

— "And yet, you're still here."

Huda rolled her eyes, sank into the couch, and mumbled:

— "I’m barefoot, humiliated, and soon to be naked in Miami. I won't survive this year."

Nour smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.

— "Oh, you will... and you’ll love it."


The End.