Ved Nagar: 1Posted: July 30, 2012 | |
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched the Executive Council gravely.
“The first anniversary is over.” She said, “No reprisals, no revnges I mean, of any kind whatsoever, either in deed or in speech, be taken against those who supported the wrong side. I know there still are countless Pseudo Musalmīn in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat that don’t think we the Ashvinātams actually propose the true Islam. They claim we educated sophisticated Musalmān Beauties have unconditionally surrendered to the entire Hindus forever whether they are Vedic Monotheist Hindus or the traditional ones. I want to reassure them that they are entirely mistaken.”
He was listening to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan attentively.
“There is no point in humiliating the persons who don’t think that there’s a great difference in a normal man making love to a normal woman and a practicing Hindu Shaktimān making love to a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman. They think it’s only due to humiliating Musalmīn. No, never. It’s something else far better. I’m sorry to say that my government doesn’t agree with the claim of the Pseudo Musalmīn that they are the true Musalmīn. The female genital organ of a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman is a rheostat actually. The male genital organ of a practicing Hindu Shaktimān is the electrified magnetic bar that passes through that rhehostat causing the lines of magnatic force changing in every back and forth movement. Sorry that some persons of you don’t agree with this scientific explanation, but the fact is the theory works. We succeeded in doing the impossible thus.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled pushing her ever-gorgeous nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap, swallowing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her ever greeting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān twat.
I had gripped her extremely beautiful Musalmān waist with my palms strongly.
With every passing moment, my lust for her was ever increasing.
The Executive Council was watching it quite fascinated.
“Many honest persons believed they had good reason for wanting that which Eīshān Vigyān doesn’t want. There is no point in humiliating them to the point where they can believe their self-respect only by denouncing Årab Islamic World herself. In turn, it is a strong and desirable custom that those who supported the lost side accept the loss cheerfully and without further discussion. The issue is behind us, on both sides, forever.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan paused.
She gazed levelly, calmly, at the assembled faces for a moment.
“A full one year has passed. People of the Council. Yet we should never forget it was only, ONLY, a year, not an era. I’m proud of announcing yet, our own progress is as meteoric in this past one year as somewhat that of Ved Nagar.”
There was a heavy applause.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
She acknowledged the appreciation.
Nodded her head and went on.
“If we hadn’t revolted well planned, scientifically and intellectually, we would’ve still suffering from the age long Pseudo Islamic kingdom where there was no freedom to the commons. I don’t want to go through all our sufferings. Everyone of you has herself/himself suffered through it for a long time. They said the Hindus would make us a part of their own Hindu Empire. Well, did they? The former Saůūdī Årab is now more True Islamic than she was ever. We have a True Islamic Constitution now that we never had since Yazīd Malåūn counter revolted.
“What we have today we owe to my most lovable Hindu Live in Relationship Partner Durgesh. It is upon his great ever-democratic ever-reliable ever-masterminding Vedic Monotheist Hindu brain that we must rely for the future too. The danger henceforward, Councilors, is ourselves. From this point on, there must be no official doubt of the value of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, abbreviated AUM.”
“They say ‘AUM’ is a Hindu symbol.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “Okay. Let’s define afresh for ourselves. Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Neither Durgesh nor Ved Nagar administration has any objection if we redefine ‘AUM’ as Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched the Executive Council once again.
“Let us agree now, quietly and firmly, that there are to be no official doubts, criticisms, or condemnations of the establishment of the ever lasting, ever progressive, never backward, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. We must support it completely. It has proved itself over last full year already. It is the security of an ever lasting, ever progressive, never backward, Ummat-e-Muslimah, not terrorist, not inhumane, not against humanity ever. It must never be tampered with. Is it agreed?”
There was a quiet murmur.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hardly looked up to seek visual proof of agreement.
She knew every member of the Council and how each would react.
Most of the members of the Executive Council were thus female members of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, themselves.
There wasn’t any question of any of them opposing this motion.
But they were already a few.
Moreover, in the wake of the victory, there would be no objection now.
Next year perhaps.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would tackle the problems of next year next year.
Always except for―
He was striding down the aisle.
Speaking loudly as if he wanted to make up for the silence of the rest.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Your views, Councilman Imām Muħammad Ħasan?” she asked.
“In any Democracy the government cannot impose a ban on free speech. All individuals, including honorable Councilwomen and Councilmen that have been elected for the purpose, have a right to discuss the political issues of the day. No political issue can possibly be divorced from the concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pushed back her glorious buttocks once again and swallowed my Uncut Hindu Cock once more into her ever tight, ever ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to the hilt.
“The government respects your views, honorable Councilman. I assure you there isn’t any limit to free speech within the context of the Concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. It is only the Concept itself that limits us by its very nature. There can be many ways of interpreting events before the government makes the final decision. Yet, once the government makes a decision it can be questioned no further in Council. Nor may it be questioned in advance as though one were to say, ‘if the Concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah were to state thus-and-so, it would be wrong’.”
I was furious.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, can’t you understand what I said?”
“It’s the only way you can stop me from raping you. You are now too old to understand even the extreme needs of a young female body.”
“Shut up, you unsophisticated girl.”
“Fuck me, I say.” Bābarah Åālamgīr almost shouted now helplessly.
“I should say no. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered “But, I guess I’m just curious and I do love you. I think the worst thing I ever did was stop talking to you when you and my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, got separated. I missed you so much. Now I just want to be close to you.”
I looked at her, changed my tactics and kissed her forehead.
“You got turned on sitting there watching your friends having sex with your Hindu father, didn’t you?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me.
“Only you aren’t my father. I haven’t your genes in my body. It’s only your blind misconception that, you are my father only because you fuck my Ammī. Allah, how the hell I wished to be in their place.”
“I know you were fingering yourself. I saw it when you came.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me again,
“You’re too not supposed to see the things like that, if you don’t accept me your lover. Yet, thanks anyway, you never cared for that and kept on watching me when I was fingering myself.”
“How the hell can I miss it when you do it sitting next to me? I also saw you and Nasīm Muåāwiyah having sex the other night. I came down the steps and saw you on her bed. You had your Panjvaqtah Namāzī grand Musalmān ass pointing towards the door and her fingers were in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled meaningfully.
“What do you think? We didn’t know you were watching us? Nasīm Muåāwiyah saw you and she whispered it to me.”
“And yet you continued? Both of you?” I was immensely sarcastic.
“Why shouldn’t we? None of your stepdaughters accepts you her stepfather. Every one of us wants to sleep with you, instead.”
“Shame on you.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“I can’t believe you saw me doing that. Now I am embarrassed. Yā Allaaaaah! I can’t believe you saw me like that.” Bābarah Åālamgīr mocked.
I smiled sarcastically.
Neither of us said anything for a minute.
Then Bābarah Åālamgīr asked, impishly, teasing me,
“Didn’t it turn you on? Watching me like that.”
I hesitated but then I decided to be honest at least.
No use in lying.
Neither Bābarah Åālamgīr, nor anyone else would have believed me.
“Yes it did, more than you can know.” I said gravely.
It was better.
Why destroy her even hope?
Can’t it take a destructive turn too?
Bābarah Åālamgīr could really rape me.
Would it be right?
“Did you go jerk off afterward, Durgesh darling?” She asked.
She looked at me puzzled.
“Isn’t that’s a kind of strange reaction you getting turned on?”
“Yeah I suppose it is.” I admitted, “I guess it was more what I heard than what I saw that made me pour myself a juice.”
“The first anniversary celebrations have established Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā reincarnated, if not for everyone, at least for most of the Pseudo Musalmīn in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah had said.
“That was the purpose behind stretching the celebrations as long as a complete week. For the Seven Movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, the celebrations are still continued for one month.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled meaningfully, “Never forget Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan celebrated her honeymoon with Durgesh for a complete full month.”
She wasn’t sure how much I’d heard, but she knew she had to know it for the safety of her own success with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled cunningly and asked,
“What was it you heard?”
I said curtly,
“I heard my Live in Relationship Partner’s, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr; telling her friend, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, that it was ok for her to go after her Hindu father. I also heard Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, admit to Nasīm Muåāwiyah having desires for her Hindu father.”
Neither of us said anything for a while.
Then it was Bābarah Åālamgīr that, again broke the silence.
“Does that upset you?”
“Shouldn’t it?” I asked instead in turn, somewhat sarcastically.
“What was your reaction?” She asked with more than a little apprehension, impishly.
“Naturally, I got excited, sexually aroused.” I said, “A normal reaction of any man that isn’t impotent.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled triumphantly, looked up at me and asked.
“Doesn’t that mean that you are willing to make love to me, if I request to you?” The optimism in her voice was not hidden.
Moreover, I heard it.
“Honestly, no. I guess it’s a question of moral. Nasīm Muåāwiyah is with me. That’s kind of weird, after having sex with all your friends while you sat and watched, I have a moral duty to Nasīm Muåāwiyah at least, even if not to the rest of them. Still, Bābarah Åālamgīr, I love you and I am so glad that you are back in my life. I don’t want to screw it up and I am afraid that if I agreed, it would change our relationship forever.”
“For better.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said interrupting and protesting my thought process.
Wasn’t it time travel?
“I don’t agree with you.” I said gravely.
“If one honestly felt so, one could say so, if one were a private individual, discussing the matter in a private context.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.
“You mean, then, that the limitations on free speech that you propose are to apply entirely and specifically to government officials?”
“Exactly.” Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, said resolutely, “This is not a new principle of Islamic law. It has been applied before by the kings, queens and even by the Presidents of entire denominations, entire sects, of Islam and various Islamic political parties in Turkey, Pakistan, etcetera various Islamic countries wherever Democracy existed in any form whatsoever. A private point of view means nothing. An official expression of opinion carries weight and can be dangerous. We have not come this far to risk danger now.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
His own daughter was trying to teach him Islam.
Wasn’t he himself a duly approved and acknowledged Imām even when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was born?
He, in his hurt self-pride, absolutely had forgotten that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now a widely approved and duly acknowledged re incarceration of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself.
Moreover, they believed even her Svarūpé Avasthānam had been attained.
He didn’t realize how dangerous his mistake was.
“May I point out, Madam President, Madam Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, that this principle of yours has been applied, sparsely and occasionally, to specific acts of Council. It has never been applied to something as vast and indefinable as the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. You are trying to imitate Ved Nagar Administration. But we aren’t that much advanced in Democracy. Hindus are, and always were, democrats. We, Musalmīn were never except the thirty years of pre Yazīd Malåūn era of Ħuzūrs and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrz.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan made another dangerous mistake.
He turned, addressing now the seated rows of Council members.
They seemed one and all to have caught their breath.
It was even quite obvious that they were awaiting the outcome of the duel.
“Will you not consider, Madam President, Madam Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Council members, that there is every reason to think an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah could not be acceptable to entire Musalmīn, ever?”
“No, it isn’t nonsense.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan interrupted her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, “We, Musalmīn are the second largest group of humankind on the globe. The Christians are number one, the largest―”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently.
“If that’s the case, are we really Musalmīn?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched the Council members.
Allah, they were more impressed with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan than they were impressed with him.
Yet the very damn concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t digest an entire Ummat-e-Muslimah having every Musalmān lady, or almost every Musalmān lady, being fucked by a Hindu with the express legal consent of the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah herself.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted the utmost unacceptable.
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
So, it was the condition the Ved Nagar Administration has agreed to help her?
Imām Muħammad Ħasan would never fall to the extent.
He was determined to see it to happen.
Of all the wretched proposals…
Allah, damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!
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