There are also Facebook pages dedicated to women who openly announce their readiness to become concubines, some of whom refer interested men to procurers. I don't know about others, but after the sexual encounter, I am satisfied just like my sex partner is. And I also get paid, so for me, it's fair; a win-win situation for both parties involved.
Critics believe that this is a way for entering prostitution, despite the fact that it is allowed per Shi'ism and is considered halal.In a phone interview, I ask her how she feels about the criticism that she and her peers receive from a lot of Iranians. It's religiously-accepted, it's legal, and it's consensual. What has been traditionally defined in the category of sigheh in Iran is the possibility which it provides religious families who restrict their children in their interaction with the opposite gender.Also, it's healthy and hygienic and everything is clear before the encounter. This opportunity is mostly presented to young candidates of marriage as a means to enter a period of courtship prior to getting married.But he has little power to stop those enforcing dress codes and when confronted with pictures from Ms Alinejad’s website last year, he would only say those living in Iran “should abide by the laws of the country”.With online dating websites prohibited in Iran, singles are discretely frequenting chat rooms, in the hope of finding a date or a mate, according to Al-Monitor.One of these weblogs -- which became active and attracted attention in September, has been removed from its virtual address as of October 24.In the first few days after its removal from cyber space, the message was "No website found at this address." Since then, other than announcing its removal, the message says, "The managers of this website are being legally pursued." The blog's homepage contained a picture of Ayatollah Makarem-Shirazi, a prominent Iranian cleric, and a Q & A section in which relevant questions were answered by Makarem-Shirazi himself or according to his book. He asked for the official documents confirming that our relationship to each other is legitimate and in keeping with the laws of the Islamic Republic—was he my husband, my brother, my uncle?The police picked us up, separated us, threatened to flog us, to possibly force us to marry. It happened that the hotelier was obviously—and illegally—drunk, and from the same town as my (then still platonic) lover and so he agreed to give us accommodations without paperwork, at some risk to his own livelihood because even with separate rooms, as a lone, single woman, I should have arrived with permission to travel from my father, stamped by the local morality police.We were nervous with each other, touching gingerly at first, barely daring to reach out.This night together was the culmination of years of yearning, years of longing looks and “accidental” brushes against each other.