Midterm 2012: 28Posted: January 4, 2012
Durgesh Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid
At the age of 49, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh felt that he had reached a certain degree of success in both his professional and personal life.
He had worked diligently throughout his academic and business careers to be in the position he now was.
He had put the failures of his past love life far behind him, and he was now going on his 14th year with this corporation.
Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh had provided his beautiful wife of 14 years with a beautiful 5-bedroom home in the burbs and all the luxuries that his six-figure salary could afford.
$ 9, 99, 999 was a nice salary.
Only one more dollar had put him in seven-figure salary slot.
Yes, he was not the multi zillionaire Durgesh.
It was said even most of Durgesh’s women were zillionaires.
Durgesh’s own younger brothers were also said to be zillionaires.
But there was also a rumor that they were Posthumans.
He was worried about his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
There were some medical expert friends of Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh.
“They are constantly having sex with a parahuman.”
“Stop it Dīdī.” Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh could not bear it any more.
He didn’t know Padminī Bhārgav personally.
Padminī Bhārgav was one of his Phūphī’s daughters.
He also had a relatively large nest egg saved from the first 12 and half years of his career following college. He had invested wisely.
For Muħammad, things were seemingly perfect.
His 38-year-old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān extremely stunning wife, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid, was a strikingly-beautiful blonde of 5′ 6″ and 122 lbs. with an impressive 34DD-23-35 figure.
She looked 10 years younger than her age, and still turned many heads.
Twenty eight years old that meant.
The only thing missing in her life was a child, which Muħammad was unable to provide.
But, he was optimistic that this could still happen someday, and everything else was going well.
Things hadn’t always gone so smoothly for the tall, timid and noticeably “geeky” Muħammad.
Throughout high school, he was never successful with the girls, dating no more than once or twice.
He noticed that he was not alone who was unsuccessful with the girls.
Once he overheard his parents talking,
“Nonsense.” His Ammī admonished his Abbū, “I know you doubt that Muħammad is not your son.”
“I can’t blame you, Āmnah.”
Muħammad was startled.
His Abbū, Åbdullah Hāshmī, was not his real father?
Then who was?
His Abbū, Åbdullah Hāshmī, went on to say,
“After we Musalmīn, the Brāhmañs are not brilliant enough not to demand impractical morals from their women. That’s why the Brāhmañ Beauties crave for Bachhalyās. The Savarñās prefer more practical Shūdr, Dalit, Hindus.”
Muħammad’s Ammī, Saiyadah Āmnah, smiled triumphantly,
Muħammad’s Abbū, Åbdullah Hāshmī, was suddenly all alert,
“I didn’t say that.” Saiyadah Āmnah smiled sympathetically, “Sorry, I can’t give you that relief.”
“Muħammad’s real father is Shrīkānt Joshī, the Commissioner of Police?”
“I had to do it, Åbdullah Hāshmī. He had every proof that you are involved in terrorism.”
“That’s a rotten lie.” Åbdullah Hāshmī said furiously.
“Can you deny that Saůūdī Årab is not interested in spreading Islam in India?”
“Not through terrorism.”
“How do you know?”***
She was all praise for me too.
Yet there was nobody who ever even suspected my Poshumanity, or to be correct to the precision, my Parahumanity.
There were too many evidences that I was not a normal human being.
I was a multi zillionaire and so many persons suspected that I was actually the ever-richest man in the entire human history until now.
“Yes, please, what can I do for you?”
Padminī Bhārgav smiled.
She had studied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan adroitly.
“I don’t think it would be good to any of us to talk here.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled.
They believed in Satītv and Pātivratý more than they believed in their religion or anything else.
“What are you doing here?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patronizingly,
Padminī Bhārgav kept smiling,
“Bājī, do I look that stupid?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
She watched Padminī Bhārgav with almost infinite appreciation,
“No. You are one of the shrewdest Brāhmañ Beauties I always appreciated.”
“Thank you, Bājī. I am honored.”
“Why did you come here?”
“I need your help and patronizing, Bājī.”
“Here? In this homewhen?”
“That’s why I had to come here. You can understand, Bājī.”
“Is Ammī Nafīsah Salmān, Ummil Åālmīn, Kħadījah Al Kubrah?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed,
“Yes and no.”
“I couldn’t understand, Bājī.”
“Acknowledge your defeat?”
“Bājī, you are always too smart for me.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “I’m ashamed of myself for it.”
“Don’t be. We don’t have any conflicting interests. Do we?”
“Hell, never.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled confidently.
“Somewhat, yes, Bājī. Fully, no. Sorry.”
“One day you also would be a Parahuman.”
“I hope so, Bājī, thank you.”
Padminī Bhārgav smiled,
“How did you know?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed,
Padminī Bhārgav laughed too.
“You are right, Bājī. But why is it so?”
Volume 2: Kħātūn-e-Jannat
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam