Ved Nagar: 3Posted: August 3, 2012
Imām Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t even in the least surprised when he found not even a single hand rose in his support.
It couldn’t be achieved only in a single year.
Not only Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, herself too knew there were so many illegal militant organizations of Pseudo Musalmīn working clandestinely in former Saůūdī Årab, present Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was a backbreaking job.
Yet, it didn’t mean anything.
She looked comfortable and friendly.
It was appropriate for the job Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had entrusted to her.
“Your friend has gone crazy.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “Her success has gone over her head. It isn’t easy for everyone to digest her/his incredulous miraculous success.”
“No one in the Executive Council agreed with you.”
“They’d kill her.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan burst out.
“If they could have, they would have already.”*
Bābarah Åālamgīr paused before answering.
“At first I thought it was a vacation fuck, but I’m starting to wonder now if both of them are seeing more, and just don’t want to admit it yet. Have you noticed the way she looks at me, and the way she’s suddenly getting all domestic with cooking and all. Did you know she did my laundry today, without me knowing? I teased them both about getting me a new Ammī. Isn’t it interesting? A new Ammī of my own age, I mean. My childhood friend is my new Ammī. I think that maybe we just might, in time. I didn’t realize it at the time, but Durgesh was really hurt by the whole Live in Relationship Partner thing. I can’t see him running back into it or any kind of commitment.”
They lay there quietly for a while.
Zubaydah Bābar started to purr, to hum, in response.
“You know Zubaydah Bābar hasn’t had her orgasm yet. What do you say Nishāt Nazli? Wanna gang up on her? I’ll take the bottom, you take the top, and then we’ll switch.” Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at Nishāt Nazli impishly.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Nishāt Nazli laughed.
They both moved into position to give pleasure to their friend, Zubaydah Bābar.*
“You are becoming over cautious, Abbū. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is now our administrator. She has proven to be more successful and smarter than we are. Congratulations, you’ve succeeded in making your daughter even more than what you wanted to make her when you were only a Mukħtār at Tabah. Only she has gone too far ahead. We don’t know now exactly in what the more Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is capable. Durgesh has made her a living legend. I don’t know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really a reincarnation of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza or not. But I’m certain most of us suspect now that she may be. Moreover, they believe she has also attained her Svarūpé Avasthānam as Durgesh has.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan retorted.
“If there is actually a stage of human evolution that’s called Svarūpé Avasthānam.”
“I see. You don’t believe in Svarūpé Avasthānam at all, do you?”
“I’m not a sucker enough to do so.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
“Not on the cost of her very life, no.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said furiously, “She doesn’t understand she is playing with dynamite. Running 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, was one thing and establishing an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is quite another thing. They won’t let her do it ever.”
“I see.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said sarcastically, “Am I under arrest in that case?”
“I request you not to make my job difficult.”
“We know you think no ideology is finished forever really. It may lose its political power only.”
“That’s not what I think, that’s the truth, damn you.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched her sternly.
“You bunch of fools, only because you’ve succeeded in abolishing the age old kingdom of Pseudo Musalmīn from Saůūdī Årab only, you think all the rest of the Pseudo Islamic Countries would also surrender to you in establishing your dream Ummat Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah? All right, there is no use in arguing with you. How do you intend to treat me, now?”
“Okay, shall I stand you a drink?”
“Later, perhaps, but for now, please sit down. I’m still your niece.”
“I request you again not to make my job more difficult.”
“They killed every Musalmān woman however smart, however intelligent she was, whenever she tried to rule them. They managed even to bring Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāýéshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā when even Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza revolted. They never allowed even Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza to be the Kħalīfatul Musalmīn.”
“Sure, so far.”*
It was not till midnight that two guards came to remove Imām Muħammad Ħasan from what was, he had to admit, a quite luxurious room.
It was as luxurious as the rooms found only in Ved Nagar.
No other city and/or country could even dream to afford such luxurious rooms.
The room was at Security Headquarters.
It was luxurious, yet locked.
A prison cell?
Are we really as resourceful now as we can afford such luxurious prison cell now?
Imām Muħammad Ħasan wondered.
He had over six hours to second-guess himself bitterly, striding restlessly across the floor for much of the period.
Why did he trust even now Nafīsah Salmān?
Hasn’t she cuckolded him?
Yet, he was over self-confident.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan believed he was far smarter than he really was.
And his over confidence is still continued.
His optimism is incurable.
Why shouldn’t he trust Nafīsah Salmān even now?
Actually, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was neither terrorist, nor criminal.
He only acted to deceive Nafīsah Salmān to be so.
Durgesh was right.
Durgesh was almost always right.
What a man!
What a miraculous man.
What a wonderfully intelligent man!
It served other purposes.
None could understand Durgesh’s planning.
Only his Pitr’shrī and then his own younger brother could understand Durgesh.
His Pitr’shrī explained it to his younger brothers and cousins.
He made Durgesh to explain it to Prakāsh.
Wasn’t it incredible that Prakāsh was so convinced and so dedicated that he sacrificed his entire life, his entire career, to the mission?
The extent Prakāsh believed his elder brother!
The extent Prakāsh had faith in him.
He sacrificed his career as a potential mathematician.
He sacrificed his career as a potential scientist too.
A great sacrifice of course.
He said he couldn’t manage both his study of science and the HVSI administration entrusted to him.
He decided he had to sacrifice his career in mathematical science so that he could make the dream of HVSI come true.
A great decision at that time.
They worked hard 24x7x365
And now they are as successful as none else.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was inspired from it.
He found to his extremely pleasant surprise his daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan extraordinary brilliant.
Suddenly Imām Muħammad Ħasan found a guard was addressing him repeatedly and absolutely engrossed in his nonstop chain of thoughts, he hasn’t even heard him.
“Yes, please.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan addressed the guard.
“You will have to come with us, Councilman,” the senior of the two guards said with unemotional gravity.
His insignia showed him to be a lieutenant.
He had a scar on his left cheek.
He didn’t look tired at all even now.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t budge.
“Your name, lieutenant.”
“I am Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Councilman.”
“I try to live the great name. Thank you, Councilman.”
“How?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said ironically, “By breaking the law?”
“You realize you are breaking the law, Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. You can’t arrest a Councilman.”
“We have our direct orders, sir.”
“You know very well that doesn’t matter. Did you fight for establishment of this kind of Democracy? She promised us a Democracy. Didn’t she? Yet, if it’s the Democracy what the hell was different in the kingdom of Assaåūds?”
He didn’t even try to answer him.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan continued furiously.
“If it’s really a Democracy, how the hell you can be ordered to arrest a Councilman? Don’t you understand that you’d be liable for a court martial as its result?”
The lieutenant smiled cunningly.
“Who said we are arresting you, Councilman?”
“I see. So you are also involved in her game she’s playing?”
“Okay. I won’t argue with you. If I’m not under arrest, I don’t have to go with you anywhere.”
“We have been instructed to escort you to your home, sir.”
“Well, it happens that I know the way myself.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said sarcastically, “I wasn’t born yesterday. I don’t need your damn escort.”
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī managed to feign gravity, yet respectfully still now,
“We have to protect you too, en route.”
“From what? From whom?”
“From any potential mob that may gather.”
“Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is the most popular individual here now. You’ve opposed her openly in the Executive Council itself. There may be some over enthusiasts to harm you, sir. The possibility cannot be ruled out absolutely. The government has to provide you enough security to protect you from any potential harm from such over enthusiasts.”
“I see. So you are too deeply involved in her games? To which of her seven movements do you belong, 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?”
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.
“I don’t know what you are implying, sir, Councilman.”
“With all due respect to you, sir, I can’t and won’t stop you from any loud thinking whatsoever you please, Councilman.”
“You are a major shareholder of that movement yourself, Councilman. What do you think; you don’t belong to that movement even having such a large investment in it?”
“Allah, I’ll be damned.”
“I beg your pardon, sir.”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“You, being the major shareholder in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club movement, need more protection from Pseudo Musalmīn than even you imagine, sir.” Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said with prodigal sweetness and respect, “It is one of the main reasons we’ve waited for midnight. And, now, sir, for your protection we must ask you to come with us. May I say, not as a threat but as information rather, that we are authorized to use force if necessary.”*
Only HVSI manufactured Eīshān Vaigyānic Whips till last year.
Having monopoly in it, HVSI had made grand money by selling them in international market.
Now, HVSI had lost its monopoly.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan rose with whatever dignity he could muster even now.
“Okay, Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, to my home, then. Or will I find out that you are going to take me to prison instead?”
“We have not been instructed to lie, to you, sir.” Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said with a pride of his own.
It didn’t mean he never lied to anyone.
For the second time in a week, he had lied to Jamīlah Bū Pāshā even about his hours, to get away from home early.
Suddenly he felt furtive, secretive, and uneasy about so naturally― well, almost.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan became aware that he was in the presence of a professional man.
He would require a direct order before he would lie.
And even then, his expression and his tone of voice would give him away.
“I ask your pardon, Lieutenant.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, “I didn’t mean to imply that I doubted your word.”
A ground car was waiting for them outside.
The street was empty.
There was no sign of any human being, let alone a mob.
Even then, the lieutenant had been truthful.
He had not said there was a mob outside or that one would form.
He had referred to ‘any mob that may gather.’
He had only said ‘may’.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not have twisted away and made a run for it.
The car moved off.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan said,
“Once I am home, I presume I may then go about my business freely― that I may leave, for instance, if I choose.”
“We have no order to interfere with you, Councilman, in any way, except insofar as we are ordered to protect you.”
“Insofar? What the hell does that mean in this case?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan was again furious.
Yet, as soon as he expressed his fury, he realized immediately that he was wasting his energy in vain.
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had to do what he was instructed to.
He couldn’t disobey Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, his daughter.
Why the hell can’t he understand his daughter is more powerful now?
He knew very well how dangerous the job, he was entrusted to, was.
The message Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to send to the Pseudo Musalmīn, was if I can’t spare my own Abbū to differ with my dream project Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, how the hell you think I would let you do it?
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said gravely.
“Sorry, Councilman, sir, I am instructed to tell you that once you are home, for your own safety you may not leave it. The streets of Dārussalām are not safe for you. I am responsible for your safety, sir. You are not only a Councilman, you also the father of our Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled sarcastically.
“So, my own daughter has put me under house arrest?”
“I’m not a lawyer, Councilman. I don’t know what that means.”
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gazed ahead straight.
Yet, his elbow made contact with Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s side.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not have moved, however slightly, without the lieutenant becoming aware of it.
Even the White House couldn’t match it in its grandness and luxuries.
“I’ll get out first, Councilman. We will escort you in.”
“For my safety?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.
There were two guards waiting inside the front door.
A night light was gleaming, but the windows had been opacified.
Moreover, it was not visible from outside.
Then he dismissed it with an inward shrug.
If the Executive Council itself could not protect a Councilman from the ever aggressive Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, in the Council Chamber itself, then surely her own residence could never serve him as his castle.
“How many of you do I have in here altogether? A regiment?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked heatedly.
“No, Abbū.” Came a voice, soft, melodious, yet steady and powerful simultaneously. “Just one person you are already habitual of, aside from those you are already acquainted with, for the last year at least. And I have been waiting for you, long enough.”
“Time enough, Abbū, don’t you think, for us to talk person to person?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan stared.
“All this rigmarole to―”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan interrupted him in a low, yet forceful voice,
“Quiet please, Abbū. ―And you four, outside. Outside! ―All will be well in here.”
The four guards saluted and turned on their heels.
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