Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 4

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

I was stunned once more.

Well, it was happening now more and more.

My Live in relationship Partner, Suraiyā Kħālid Ayyūb, wanted to leave me on the ground that it was a mistake on her part.

She was an ardent Musalmān and she was ashamed of herself now that she maintained her Live in relationship with me, a Hindu.

I confronted her about it, but despite my every effort to explain everything to Suraiyā Kħālid Ayyūb, the situation blew up in my face.

We ended up getting separated because of it.

I gritted through my teeth at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Why are you doing it, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? You are not doing anything good to them.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“They are doing it on their own accord Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m not doing anything.”

“I was not born yesterday, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” I said sternly.

“They are spent force, my dear Hindu Piyā!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “Even if they stay with you, they can’t satisfy you anymore.”

“How do you know?”

“They are ageing, even if you are not. They are themselves leaving because they can’t compete with us young Musalmān Beauties. Instead being humiliated staying here, they are quitting when the quitting is still good. They can quit and still save their faces acting righteous.”

“You want only twenty eights in my life now?” I was furious now.

“Twenty eights and teenagers only. We need you more between our young Musalmān legs than they ageing Musalmān Beauties. They are your history only now. We young Musalmān Beauties are your present.”

Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“Fuck us twenty eights and teenager Musalmān Beauties as much as you want to. We all are at your service, my dear, whenever wherever and howsoever you want to play with us.”

“Try to understand Durgesh darling.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad tried to explain to me, “We twenty eights and teenagers need you more. Enjoy our insatiable Musalmān fire between our legs and let’s enjoy you too.”

“But it is too selfish, Al Fātimah Al Aħad.” I resented it very much, “How can I leave them when they need me more?”

“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “Don’t leave them then. It’s as simple as that.”

“I’m not leaving them, they are leaving me.” I thundered at her.

“That’s the point.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, “What can you do if they are so foolish and childish?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, you are playing a dangerous game.” I looked at her sternly.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī and Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī don’t think so. Pitr’shrī doesn’t think so. Ammī Ħuzūr doesn’t think so.”

“How you are managing it all, I wonder.”

“Thank you Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis.

“Sālī,” I squeezed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s magnificent young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, unzipped me, brought out my Uncut Hindu Lund and started to kiss, lick and suck it, as if I was not firing her, making love to her instead.

She was smart enough to anticipate all my steps well in advance.

She had a grand team of PhD young Musalmān Beauties assisting her nonstop.

I had myself to take her movement Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah now seriously.

It was becoming dangerous for my mature Musalmān Beauties.

They could not compete with these ultra modern PhD female Musalmān scoundrels.

I myself had to do something.***

Farah Taymūr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Actually what do you want, Farah Taymūr?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at her.

“Only one thing to ask you.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you want me ask anything at all? I’m not any celebrity, I’m not—”

“You are more than a celebrity now.” Farah Taymūr smiled gracefully, “Almost entire twenty eight years old Musalmān Beauties, and teenagers even, are almost singing your name after Allah, Ħuzūrs and Durgesh.”

“You forgot Kħātūn-e-Jannat Sayyadatunnisā’ Ħazrat Fātimah razīallāhu tålā ånhā.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled graciously.

“Never.” Farah Taymūr said, “I’m also a Musalmān feminist as you are. But the question is Islam does not allow feminism.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh,”

Nasīm Muåāwiyah laughed.

“I think Islam is the only Dīn that preached Feminism when the rest of the world was killing females under this or that pretext.”

Farah Taymūr laughed.

Durgesh does not think so.”

“He is a Hindu.”

“But he is not communal.” Bābarah Åālamgīr protested.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She watched the twenty-eight years old and even teenager Musalmān Beauties present there.

“What do you think? I offered myself to Durgesh thinking he is communal?”

Entire episode in the moonlight whirled in front of her beautiful eyes.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could never forget it.

“You offered yourself to Durgesh because you love your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, more than you love Durgesh even.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said scornfully.

“And you hate me for it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at her sternly.

“I love nobody more than Durgesh.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at Nasīm Muåāwiyah.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah had told her everything about Bābarah Åālamgīr.

“You think Durgesh would easily accept you?”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked Bābarah Åālamgīr.

“What do you want to say?” Bābarah Åālamgīr constricted her eyes.

Durgesh is a thoroughly ethical man. If we Musalmān Beauties were not there Durgesh would never have done anything for us Musalmān Beauties even.”

“I don’t think so.” Bābarah Åālamgīr contradicted Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sternly.

“I know Durgesh more than you, my dear, Bābarah Åālamgīr.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was also stern now.

She stood up and walked to the window.

Out of the window the largest City on the globe, Ved Nagar, was stretched everywhere.

After the movement of Anna Hazare, Ved Nagar had become more and more beautiful.

Bābarah Åālamgīr, Farah Taymūr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah were watching Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan significantly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stood up there, watching out of the window, for almost ten minutes.

Bābarah Åālamgīr, Farah Taymūr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was arranging her thoughts to present them systematically in front of them.

She was a very brave young Musalmān woman.

She never tried to hide her relationship with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.

She boldly went on honeymoon with him for as long as one month.

Of course, she wanted to tease her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, for one month keeping Durgesh away from her.

Durgesh was sixty then and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was twenty-eight only.

In these two years, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has almost successfully replaced Kħadījah Muħammad even in every field of Durgesh’s life.

Yes, Kħadījah Muħammad is fifty nine years old now, but she also does not appear to be so.

Both Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad also look not to be more than thirty, thirty-two at the most.

“Appearance alone is not important, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had watched at her sternly, “Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī was already not interested in Sex ever. Now even Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī acknowledges I have more fire for Durgesh between my legs than she herself has.”

“I can’t believe it.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah objected.

“Why?”

Kħadījah Muħammad was never ashamed of having sex with Durgesh in Public even.”

“And you think I am?”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

Bābarah Åālamgīr put her hand on Nasīm Muåāwiyah.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah protested.

But Bābarah Åālamgīr held her hand forcibly and said.

“No. You are also not ashamed of having sex with Durgesh in Public. You compelled Durgesh to do it with you in your honeymoon.”

“But she did it to win Durgesh from other Musalmān Beauties, not because she loves Durgesh.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah blurted.

“Nasīm Muåāwiyah,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was stern now herself, “You haven’t seen your Abbū, Muåāwiyah Māmūjān, ever so helpless as I saw my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”

“I appreciate your intense daughterly love and respect for your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “But knowing Musalmīn now more as you do, don’t you ever think your Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān auntie, was innocent?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr quite surprised.

“Bābarah Åālamgīr, Ammījān married my Abbū on her own accord. Nobody had forced her.”

Farah Taymūr smiled.

“Sorry to interfere. But I think my problem is more important. The matter you are discussing now can wait.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled suddenly.

“Yes, Bābarah Åālamgīr, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, I think Farah Taymūr is right.”

Chapter 5


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