KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 32

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 32

The Cabinet Room

Durgesh Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās

Durgesh Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg

Durgesh Nellie Adams

Lily Turner was still annoyed and still concerned with her failure to brief Evelyn Carter on me, Ved Nagar and my Svarūpé Avasthānam.

She felt that the meeting in the Cabinet Room should concentrate on Ved Nagar and my Svarūpé Avasthānam only.

On what Evelyn Carter should give to me and expect to receive in return.

Yes, she isn’t certain I’ve attained my Svarūpé Avasthānam.

Neither she is certain there is any stage in human evolution that’s called Svarūpé Avasthānam, Self Synchronization, at all.

There’s only one human society, Hinduism that claims, there exists such a stage in human evolution.

HVSI explains its every meteoric miraculous incredible rise using this extremely incredulous theory.

Evelyn Carter doesn’t believe it’s true.

Well, Lily Turner herself doesn’t believe it.

“But the fact is that Durgesh is the most powerful man, now, in the entire history of humankind.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā had argued with Lily Turner, “Can you deny it?”

“You know I can’t.” Lily Turner said almost incensed due to her helplessness.

“Then how the hell otherwise we can explain every meteoric miraculous incredible success of HVSI?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, argued.

Neither Evelyn Carter nor Lily Turner had its answer.*

With this concentration on the immediate subject of concern, there was no need to be burdened by the secretary of agriculture, the secretary of commerce, the secretary of transportation, the attorney general, and other members of President’s staff.

Entering the Cabinet Room, Lily Turner could see at a glance that the necessary officers had been alerted.

They were already on hand.

Lily Turner greeted Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, the secretary of defense and the three officers of the National Security Council.

Then she took the leather chair next to Evelyn Carter’s vacant one.

“How did your pre-briefing go with Evelyn Carter?” Lily Turner asked.*

Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās watched me gravely.

“I asked was there any ice to break?” I repeated my question.

“It depends on how you look at it.”

“You went to the table to get acquainted with Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad?”

“Yes.”

“If the court please,” Waħīd Murād, the Public Prosecutor, said, “I must insist that the counsel is renowned, infamous rather I must say, to be biased in favor of Musalmān Beauties whosoever she may be. Yet he is surprisingly manifestly unfair to this witness. He is browbeating this witness constantly and trying to put her in a false light before the jury. I want to remind the court, as well as to the defense counsel this woman is a widow. She has been bereaved by the crime of murder committed by―”

“Just a minute, your honor,” I interrupted, smiling, “Mr. Public Prosecutor is arguing the case. There isn’t any question before the court for the Public Prosecutor to argue the case at this time.”

Waħīd Murād was quite angry.

“Nevertheless,” he shouted as if, “I object to having this woman held up in front of this jury as a strumpet, a harlot, a prostitute.”

I smiled patronizing, yet sophisticated.

“And I object, your honor, to having Mrs. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās held up as a mealymouthed, deceptive, persecuted, bereaved widow simply so the prosecutor can play on the sympathies of the jury. It isn’t a theater; neither are we staging a theatrical drama here. It’s a temple of justice and we are fighting here for the life of humankind. One person already has been murdered and we are fighting here to save the life of another.”

Judge Keyser frowned.

“At present there isn’t any question before the court. Therefore, there isn’t any reason whatsoever to make an objection. The jurors are called upon to see the witnesses, to watch their demeanor, their behavior, their conduct on the stand, to form their own opinions as to thefacts.

The prosecutor has one theory of the case and the defense has another. Please try to avoid personalities, gentlemen. You may proceed, Mr. Durgesh.”

By this time, all vestiges, all hints of the fragile, delicate, helpless, bereaved widow had left the witness Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās.

However, her guts were appreciable.

Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās was still sitting on the witness chair, slightly forward, still sad, and feigning a widow being intimidated unreasonably.

“Now then,” I attacked her once again, “you saw this letter in your husband’s pocket?”

“It wasn’t a letter, your honor,” she looked at Judge Keyser, “everyone can understand that it was a blackmail demand.”

“Blackmail demand on Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad?” I asked.

“The letter was sent to him.”

“Isn’t it a fact that your third husband, Akram Sultan, had also received a blackmail demand?” I thundered at her.

“I can’t help it.”

“Isn’t it a fact that your second husband, Muħammad Qāsim Ayyūbī, had also received a blackmail demand?” I smiled  at her meaningfully.

“I can’t help it.” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās repeated her answer.

“Isn’t it a fact that your first husband, Zāhid Rashīd, had also received a blackmail demand?” I smiled at her once again.

“I can’t help it.” She again repeated.

“All the four envelopes had the return address in the upper left hand corner and the name A. M. Åbbās?”

“Yes.”

“How do you know it was blackmail?”

“There was a demand for money in the letter. What do you think; it was an invitation to dance?”

“I can’t answer that question. I’d rather leave it to the jury to draw their own conclusion.”

Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās watched me gravely.

“That’s your privilege.”

“What’s your full name?”

Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās.”

“Will you please abbreviate it?”

“A. M. Åbbās.” She said curtly, “I understand your implication. But I never blackmailed anyone in my life. Neither have I sent any blackmail letter to anyone. Anyone can use my name as a return address to implicate me.”

“Is there a newsstand at the corner by your residence?”

“Yes, there is.”

“Are you familiar with the person who runs it?”*

Lily Turner repeated her question.

“I asked how did your pre-briefing go with Evelyn Carter?”

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, grimaced:

“Lousy.”

“What does that mean?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, asked.

Instead of Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, Lily Turner answered it.

“It means lousy, useless, worthless, crummy, horrible. Our potential candidate for next President of USA, Ms. Evelyn Carter, didn’t give a damn about Ved Nagar, Svarūpé Avasthānam  and Durgesh himself. She only wanted to speak of sex championship contest in Washington D.C. between

Musalmān Beauties and Christian Beauties, later in the afternoon.”

“Then our work’s cut out for us.”

“Right you are.” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf said, “It’s got to be Ved Nagar.”

Evelyn Carter, the damn fool, doesn’t understand the spiritual power of Durgesh and his adroit followers, Vedic Monotheist Hindus.” Lily Turner said, “Nafīsah Salmān says Ved Nagar is a dream city.”

“You believe Nafīsah Salmān very much.” Evelyn Carter charged her.

“You are forgetting the resources CIA has. Fortunately or unfortunately, I’m somewhat in a position to use those entire resources for the benefits of USA. Even the President of USA himself has given us the permission, let alone the Director of CIA. I never believe anyone of my Musalmān women friends too, as the President of USA has instructed us, rather has imposed the condition on us, without investigating about them thoroughly.”

“And you are sure that Nafīsah Salmān is with us?” Evelyn Carter asked.

“Sure, hundred percent.” Lily Turner said, “It’s got to be Ved Nagar and more Ved Nagar.”

“I agree with Lily Turner.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, said severely, “That’s why I cancelled everyone else. Ved Nagar is the dream city of Vedic Monotheist Hindus. Durgesh has succeeded in their dreams getting true. He is a Parahuman and Ved Nagar is full of Posthumans.”

“Nonsense.” Evelyn Carter said.

“You are mistaken.” Lily Turner said acidly, “ Della Turner has also confirmed what Nafīsah Salmān reported.”

“You must be crazy, Lily.”   Evelyn Carter said tersely, “I know Durgesh more than you. He and his adroit followers Vedic Monotheist Hindus are number one liars, number one rumor spreaders. They believe that spreading rumors is Dharm Yuddh, the holy war, a Crusade.”*

Lily Turner smiled.

“I wanted to concentrate on what’s waiting for you at lunch.”

Evelyn Carter controlled herself.

Now she appeared suddenly surprisingly to be in good humor.

She brushed back her hair, grinned at the assemblage, and watched all of them impishly deliberately.

Lily Turner realized her strategy.

She reminded Evelyn Carter gravely.

“We have been discussing your lunch with Durgesh.”

“Is it going to be a long lunch?” Evelyn Carter asked delinquently.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, assured her, “After some filling gap talk with the ever richest person in the entire history of humankind, you can wind up lunch and we’ll move into the Yellow Oval Room. The President would be busy elsewhere with Valéry Giscard d’Estaing, the President of France. He has instructed us already to be there in Yellow Oval Room.”

“That can be strictly business?”

“That can be strictly business.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā said.

“I just wanted to know because I didn’t want to miss the big contest.” Evelyn Carter explained.

“You’ll have plenty of time for that,” Lily Turner promised, “This lunch and meeting with the former head of Hindu Vishv Underground is scheduled to last one and a half hours. Then Miss USA, Margaret Kennedy, is scheduled to accompany Durgesh to the opening of the Ashvinatam Museum expecting Durgesh to say a few words, maybe five minutes’ worth, about an important fund raiser. That’ll give you plenty of time to get back for the contest.”

Evelyn Carter surveyed the Cabinet Room.

“I see a lot of our friends are missing. You’ve brought in only the big brass.”

“Deliberate,” said Lily Turner simply, “Since you are going to be bargaining with the ever sexiest Vedic Monotheist Hindu, we wanted our full concentration to be devoted to a treaty with Ved Nagar/Trantor.”*

Evelyn Carter looked at Lily Turner.

“Fair enough.” She said.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, leaned forward.

“The fact you have to remember is not that Durgesh is the Mayor of Ved Nagar/Trantor now. He was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground too. Hindu Vishv Underground was an underground organization of revolutionaries who were actually behind the independence of India.”

“That doesn’t exist now?” Evelyn Carter smiled sarcastically.

CIA suspects that it does exist now as Ved Nagar/Trantor instead of its said dissolution into Vyom, interspace.” Lily Turner said curtly. “Our former station head at Ved Nagar/Trantor, Della Turner, and our present station head, Akhilésh M. Āgnéý there, both have reported the importance of Ved Nagar/Trantor. We suspect it isn’t only a city in India. It’s actually Hindu Vishv Underground in its new present supreme developed form.”

Evelyn Carter smiled.

“Any evidence that our suspicion may be true?”

“That’s what you have to find out.” Lily Turner said.

“I see.”

Kħadījah Muħammad, Durgesh’s outqueen, has been in America before. She spent four years doing undergraduate work at Harvard University.”

Everyone was supposed to know, and did know that Evelyn Carter’s younger sister, Rukħsānah Carter, was now too in Harvard University in her senior year.

She was twenty-one.

“The fact,” Lily Turner said, “that your younger sister, Rukħsānah Carter, is also in the same university as Kħadījah Muħammad was in, will give you something in common to talk about before you settle down to the nitty-gritty. Durgesh loves Kħadījah Muħammad even more than his duly married wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.”

Now, Evelyn Carter too nodded.

“Alright, what’s the nitty-gritty?”

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, had been busy drawing a map on the page of a long green pad.

She tore it loose and came around the table to Evelyn Carter.

Addressing Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā said.

Nellie Adams, take my seat and give me yours. This will make it easier for me to explain a map of Indian sub continent and beyond that I’ve been drawing.”

The exchange was made.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā squirmed into the chair beside Evelyn Carter and placed the green sheet before her.*

Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā watched Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg solemnly.

Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā,” Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg asked bewildered, “I asked Lillah, for Allah’s sake, why the operation has been cancelled?”

“That’s the reason I called you in today. You are the one closest to Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad. I have naturally to discuss the problem with you.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā cleared her throat and looked into Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg’s beautiful Iranian Shiå Musalmān eys, “I saw Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad late yesterday. I outlined one final time what had to be done. He approved, approved of the surgery. This morning, first thing, he telephoned me. He has changed his mind. He is turning down the operation.”

Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg, the dazzling Iranian Shiå Musalmān Beauty, Associate Professor at University of Ved Nagar, was shocked.

“He is what? Salīm  won’t go through it? I didn’t talk to him this morning. He was still asleep. I haven’t heard about it naturally. It makes no sense. Are you sure, Doctor? We had agreed surgery was his only chance.”

“Apparently, Salīm  now doesn’t think so. He now thinks there’s a better course. Have you seen this morning’s paper?”

“Not yet.”

“Have a look.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā took the ‘Ved Nagar Tribune’ off the corner of her desk and held it out for Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg.

Nūrjahān surveyed the front page.

She was more bewildered than ever.

“There’s just some headline about Madīnah Munawwarah.”

Turn to page three. Read the full story.”

Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg opened the paper.

The headline hit her.

Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza to return to Al Madīnat Al Munawwarah Al Madīnat An-Nabīs.’

The story that followed was bylined by great Bābarah Åālamgīr.

It was datelined Paris.

Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg calmly, patiently, read the news story.

When she was through, she folded the paper patiently, neatly, and put it on the desk.

She met the beautiful eyes of Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā.

Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg was aghast, stunned, as the full import of what was happening struck her.

Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza returning to Al Madīnat Al Munawwarah Al Madīnat An-Nabīs? Shāshvat Satyug, the Eternal Everbest Era, is dawning on Islam as well?”

“Yes, that’s the news.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā said.

“News? Hell. The hallucination of some crazy uneducated/under educated Musalmīn. It might be some deliberate political strategy of Pseudo Musalmīn too to compensate the anti Musalmīn anti Islam trend, propelled by Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors. Are you telling me Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad has read it and believes in this nonsense?”

“Yes.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā admitted.

“Allah, not only illiterates, uneducated/under educated Musalmīn but even educated Musalmīn, as highly educated as Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad, I can’t believe it. I’d be damned.”*

Evelyn Carter watched it.

She looked at Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance.

“What’s it?”

“A crude drawing of the Indian Sub Continent. It highlights our major Eīshān Vaigyānic bases that help us contain any overenthusiasm that may occur in India, Pakistan, Shri Lanka, nd Afghanistan.” Using her pen as a pointer on the map, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā resumed, “As you can see, our potential Presidential candidate for the next term, this Eīshān Vaigyānic base of ours there in Pakistan has three major wings: Sunnī, Shiå and Aħmadī. Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā is the Commander of our Sunnī Eīshān Vaigyānic base. It is unfortunate that Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā doesn’t have even the citizenship of Pakistan. She is still a Turk Musalmān Beauty. Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg is the Commander of our Shiå Eīshān Vaigyānic base. What a tragedy it is that as Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā, Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg too isn’t a Pakistani citizen. Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg is still a proud Iranian. We have only an Aħmadī Musalmān Beauty as our Aħmadī Eīshān Vaigyānic base at Pakistan that’s a citizen of Pakistan.”

Evelyn Carter smiled.

“How the hell you think Durgesh can help us in improving it?”

“He can permit us to have similar three Eīshān Vaigyānic bases in Ved Nagar: Sunnī Eīshān Vaigyānic base, Shiå Eīshān Vaigyānic base and Aħmadī Eīshān Vaigyānic base. He is the Mayor of the dream city Ved Nagar.”

“Do you really believe in Eīshān Vigyān?”

“Allah,” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā looked at her entirely disgruntled. “Don’t tell us you don’t deserve the post we are preparing you for.”

“Shame on you, Evelyn Carter,” Lily Turner said curtly, “you are more interested in the sex championship contest between Musalmān Beauties and Christian Beauties, than you are interested in your preparation for what we want you to be.”

“I don’t think the people of USA would repeat a Democratic President. It’ll be a Republican President next time.”

“Damn you, Evelyn Carter, Nafīsah Salmān says…”

“Go to hell your Nafīsah Salmān and you both. I say Nafīsah Salmān has succeeded in getting Durgesh. Her ambition has been attained. She is living now in your so-called dream city, Ved Nagar/Trantor. If it’s really a dream city as you claim it to be, why the hell Nafīsah Salmān would risk her golden fortune by helping us, instead of working for HVSI? Durgesh is her Live in Relationship Partner now. Nafīsah Salmān isn’t a fool to risk the golden opportunity of her life. No one would. Even I wouldn’t if I were in her shoes.”

“So this is the reason you are not interested in the strategies we are suggesting?” Lily Turner was furious now.

“Well, why should I?”

“Don’t you see anything unusual about my map?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, asked Evelyn Carter patiently.

Evelyn Carter stared at the map.

“An area, a large area you’ve colored in green and saffron, and two small ones.”

Ved Nagar/Trantor,” said Lily Turner, “we have no Eīshān Vaigyānic base there.”

“And you want one there?”

“Don’t you?” now it was Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense.

Moreover, Nellie Adams was furious.

Lily Turner, that’s why I didn’t support her for our potential Presidential Candidate for the next term. She is just interested in sex with Durgesh and in nothing else.”

Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense,Evelyn Carter laughed sarcastically, “Don’t pretend to be righteous enough to be more interested in anything else instead in sex with Durgesh. Didn’t you yourself rape Durgesh because he wasn’t leaving Dr. Åārifah Mustafā?”

“I raped him because he was deliberately ignoring me.” Nellie Adams shouted, “It doesn’t mean I’m as disinterested in my country and in Christianity as the hell you are. I am ashamed of you, Evelyn Carter.”

 Chapter 33

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


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