Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 14

Fa qatulū almusharikīn


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Chapter 14

Durgesh Āmnah Azhar

Poor Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī stood on the porch of the Al Madīnah Hotel, looking out over the path that the moonlight made in the waters of the Pacific Ocean.

Āmnah Azhar stood beside him.

She was almost fed up of her ever abnormal husband, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

He licked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass almost always, almost never paying any attention to have normal coupling with her.

Āmnah Azhar  was dying now to have an excellent male sexual organ inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Yes, she was proud of her excellent Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass too that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī so obsessed with licking them usually.

It was a matter of immense pride for Āmnah Azhar.

No doubt.

Nevertheless, Āmnah Azhar  wasn’t an abnormal woman as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was.

She needed normal lovemaking too very much.

Alas, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never tried to understand her needs.

Āmnah Azhar, darling,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said enthusiastically, “this is something like…”

“Yes, dear.”

“We’re embarking on a perpetual, continuous, honeymoon. Do you love me, darling?”

“Of course, although your tongue serve me more than your cut Musalmān noonī.”

“Hey, you teaser. You knew it before marrying me even, didn’t you? You said you love it. Proud of it, instead.”

“Sure, but I thought you were a normal man too.”

“What do you mean? I’m a bisexual, a gay?”

“I don’t know.” Āmnah Azhar  teased her husband mischievously.

“Well,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed, “I’m still proud of having your beautiful excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass forever in my possession. I’ll die to keep them in my possession forever.”

“Thank you very much;” Āmnah Azhar  cooed diplomatically, “I’m very proud of you that you lick both of them almost always. Yet, being a normal woman I need normal sex too.”

“How about my normal sex champion Hindu stepfather, Durgesh? Would you mind to have his unique utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside your ever craving Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?”

Āmnah Azhar  laughed.

“Now, you are teasing me,”

“Allah, certainly not! Fuck the ever sexiest Hindu old boy whenever you want to. He is ever crazy to fuck used beautiful Musalmān houseladies. He feels some sort of proud in it even that he satisfies the ravenous Musalmān houseladies sexually optimum their Musalmān husbands couldn’t.”

“You’d die of shame,” Āmnah Azhar  teased Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

“Never, I’ve enjoyed you as much as I wanted to already. Now, let the Hindu damnfool satisfy himself using the remnant of us proud Musalmīn. That’s what Hindus love to enjoy. They lack the manly vigor that’s necessary to enjoy a virgin Musalmān Beauty.”

“Well, Durgesh enjoys the virgin Musalmān Beauties too in a very large number I think. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements are adamant to have Durgesh the virgin Musalmān Beauties too as many as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade could manage to.”

“Sweetheart, look at me. You keep looking out at the ocean.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī complained less and begged more.

Until now, it had been clear to him that he didn’t have anything a beautiful woman would be interested in ever.

He deliberately engaged himself in acquiring millions.

He knew his millions could attract even the most beautiful women to him.

Of course, they would never be loyal to him.

Yet, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never needed the loyalty of beautiful women.

He knew very well that he wasn’t a normal man.

“We are the normal men,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr had always disagreed with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “yet, we are the special one.”

“How?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked sarcastically.

“We are following the order of Al Qur’an Al Karīm, ‘Fa qatulū almusharikīn’ at every cost. Even our manhood is being affected negatively. It is the last thing a man can sacrifice Fī sabīlillāh.”

“You are right,”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t damnfool enough to oppose a philosophy that enhanced his self-confidence and supremacy on the rest of the humanity.

He never bothered about its truth or fallacy.

Why the hell should he?

Āmnah Azhar  turned to him with a complacent, satisfied, indulgent, permissive smile.

“Say something,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said.


“You know what. Say ‘I love you’.”

“Of course I love you, even more than I love Durgesh.”

“What the hell!”

“That’s the sheer truth, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” Āmnah Azhar  said bitterly, “I love you more because I know Durgesh would never lick my Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass, no matter however much he loves them. You tongue fuck them. You finger fuck them if it’s needed for your tongue to probe them. Durgesh would only kiss them. However, you can’t fuck me with your cut Musalmān noonī in my vagina and ass, as Durgesh can. I need Durgesh for it.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had, as if fallen, from seventh sky.

He was only kidding his twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife when he was talking of my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her young Musalmān Choot.

He never really meant it.

Yet, now he knew even his present twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife  was dreaming of the sixty five years old ever young Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.

She wasn’t ashamed of it that she was his stepdaughter in law.

Obviously, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot needed my Uncut Hindu Lund more than her ethics.

“You are becoming sophomoric, immature, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” Āmnah Azhar  laughed melodically.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled his rising anger.

How unashamed of her!

She had shamelessly told him that she prefers Durgesh on him, despite the fact that Durgesh was sixty-five years old while he was still young.

Yes, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never fucked her with his cut Musalmān noonī to her immense satisfaction; nevertheless, what he had provided to Āmnah Azhar was itself not less important sexually.

“Darling,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “why don’t you feel the romance? Why don’t you feel the charm of our surroundings? Here we are away from business. No one knows where we are. We are all alone, out here, standing on the brink…”

“I’m hungry,” Āmnah Azhar  broke in.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed.

“All right, I’ll feed you. Only I don’t feel that I want to share you with anyone tonight. Let’s have something served on our room.”

“Nonsense! It’s terrible down here. They don’t have the facilities for room service that they have in the bigger hotels, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Let’s go out and get a good hot steak with some shoestring potatoes and French fried onions. There’s a very nice restaurant back at the center of town. I noticed it when we came through. I’ve eaten there before.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had to surrender now.

“Very well, if you want it that way. I had hoped we could have dinner on our private balcony, looking out over the water.”

“You are only an impotent, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, not a damnfool. Impotence creates sexual incapacity only, not stupidity ever. I’ve known so many terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Musalmīn. Almost all of them were suffering from cancer, AIDS, other incurable diseases and impotence, either complete or partial, psychological at least. Yet they were not damnfools.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t digest it.

Yet, he knew it was true.

He could not contradict Āmnah Azhar  effectively.

He felt his face reddened out of immense shame, disgrace and helplessness.

“With the moisture creeping in and getting the wave out of my hair, we can enjoy our dinner on our private balcony looking out over the water?” Āmnah Azhar  ridiculed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “There’s almost a fog.”

Āmnah Azhar ’s laughter was light and all but impatient.

“Come, come, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. You are getting altogether too romantic. You aren’t thinking of me even a bit. It leaves me tremendously ravenous for your Hindu stepfather, Durgesh. You can’t provide his wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund to me here when all your kissing, licking and tongue fucking turns me crazy for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund. Let’s have a cocktail and a steak. Shall we go now?”

“Okay, just as you say, Āmnah Azhar, darling. How about your hair? Shall we put the top of the car up?”

“Stupid, no! We’ll leave it down. I like it better that way. I’ll tie a scarf around my hair.”

They descended the stairs to the lobby, crossed the lobby to the parking lot where Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had left his big convertible.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī walked around the car, held the door open for his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar , then walked all the way around the long hood to the door by the driver’s seat.

“I’m famished,” Āmnah Azhar  said, “Please hurry.”

“Yes, Āmnah Azhar , dear, we’ll be on our way.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled politely, “You’re sure you don’t want the top up?”

“Certainly not. It’s all right this way.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī started the car.

The motor purred a smooth rhythm of easy power.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī backed the car out of the parking place.

He spun it around, made a perfunctory at the edge of the highway, waited for a break in traffic, then slipped the clutch back in.

The car shot ahead like an arrow, swept into a turn and gathered speed as it headed down the highway.

They drove to the café.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī parked his car, got out and hurried around behind the car to open the door on his beautiful wife’s side.

Alas, he was incapable to enjoy her entire Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.

She was craving for a sixty-five years old Hindu, Durgesh.

Isn’t he entire thirty-eight years older than she is?

Isn’t he old enough to be her own father himself?

Yet, Durgesh never looked his own age.

He always seemed to be anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-five.

Never more than that.

Even Al Nādir Al Ghāzī himself looked older than his ever-wonderful Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, did.

Does Stavan really do this miracle as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claimed?

But they claimed something more too.


Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Āmnah Azhar  his hand.

She put her own hand lightly in it, jumped to the ground with a swirl of skirts.

Tires sounded a screaming protest as a motorist braked his big, heavy car to a sudden stop.

They turned around, and Āmnah Azhar  regarded with awakening interest the medium sized man sliding out from behind the steering wheel of the convertible machine with its top up and striding across toward them.

“Allah, no! It’s Durgesh, my Hindu stepfather. Damn it.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī retorted.

“That’s right!” Āmnah Azhar  laughed melodiously, “What a pleasant surprise. Isn’t it?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī groaned.

It wasn’t good.

Āmnah Azhar  was ravenous for Durgesh already.

Allah, he should never have kidded her.

Has he to see now Āmnah Azhar  fucking Durgesh herself?

How the hell Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could stop it?

Once with Durgesh

All the rest is trash

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would go in trash once Āmnah Azhar  tasted Durgesh’s ever miraculous Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I went toward them gravely.

“I’ve had the devil of a time finding you, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. A twenty four hour search.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī drew up with dignity.

“Darling, you’ve already seen my stepfather, Durgesh, I think.”

Āmnah Azhar  smiled seductively.


I smiled at her acknowledging her respect to me and addressed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

“I must see you alone, and at once.”

“The reason you had the devil of a time finding me, Dad,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said somewhat coldly, “is that I didn’t want to be found.”

“So I gathered.” I said more brutally, “Now if you don’t want to be told how stupid you’ve behaved in immensely important legal matters, in front of your own wife, you can excuse yourself from her for five minutes. Otherwise, I’d never mind in telling you in her very presence how stupidly you’ve spoiled everything legally. Damn you.”

“I’m not interested in business at the moment, Dad, please! Yet if you insist to say anything it can be said now and here.”

“Very well. When’s your stockholders’ meeting anyway?”

“Tomorrow at two o’clock in the afternoon. I shall be there, Dad. No doubt.”

“You have enough proxies to control that meeting?”*

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī groaned.

“Allah, if Ammī rushed you here being worried about it…”

“You have enough proxies to control that meeting?” I repeated my question gravely.

“Of course I have. Allah, Dad, this is not the time to talk business. Ammī is over worried always, I say. Your car is blocking traffic however…”

“Your wife has sent out a flock of proxies in her own name. Remember her initials are also A.J.A.V.”

“His former wife,” Āmnah Azhar smiled mockingly.

“There seems to be some question about that too,” I said coldly, “Get back in your car, you smart birds. You are going to Mexico.”

“I’m going to have a dry martini and a steak,” Āmnah Azhar  said.

“We’re dining tête-à-tête,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī explained.

Āmnah Azhar  smiled,

“Oh, come, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Let your ‘Dad’ join us. He can talk while we eat.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shook his head,

“I’m in no mood to discuss business tonight.”

I said curtly,

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has sent out proxies made out in the name of A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of the Certificate of Stock number 786. She may have enough proxies to give her complete control of the meeting.”

“But she can’t.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said furiously, “I have my proxies.”

I laughed ironically,

“That were superseded by her later ones. She took good care to see that hers went out after yours had been returned. The proxies contain a clause that all prior proxies are revoked. You haven’t thought of it ever. Had you?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was crestfallen.

“Allah, no, never. She will ruin me.”

“Well, she is not going to ruin my dinner,” Āmnah Azhar  snapped.

“That’s not the end of it furthermore,” I smiled ironically, “in order to make certain that you won’t be at that stockholders’ meeting tomorrow, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has gone to the district attorney’s office and sworn to a complaint charging you with an illegal marriage. They are trying to arrest you right now. Apparently Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb…”

“Dad, lillah, please, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī interrupted, “Don’t discuss that matter now!”

“That’s why I warned you earlier to excuse yourself for five minutes in private. You declined it without much thought.”

“I’m sorry. I underestimated your decision. I thought Ammī forced you to come here because she was over worried as usual. I’ll be damned.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī,” I said bitterly, “you never respected me because you thought I broke your Abbū’s home. You always refused to believe it was your Ammī’s decision to live in Relationship with me, not mine. I could not throw her out for she loved me. I’ve been scouring the state for you for the last twenty-four hours. I wasn’t doing that just for fun, understand?”

Āmnah Azhar bristled.

“What’s that about the illegality of our marriage, Durgesh?”*

I looked at her gravely.

“You may as well face the fact. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you may run away from business, yet there are other things you can’t run away from. This is an issue you’re going to have to face and face fast.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī,” Āmnah Azhar  said coldly, “do you mean there’s any question about the validity of our marriage?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī looked uncomfortably at me.

“I’ll give the facts to you straight from the shoulder.” I said profoundly, “There’s all sorts of doubt about the validity of your marriage. In all probability, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is the only one who has any real claim to being Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s wife.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you bastard,” Āmnah Azhar  said ice coldly, “you told me that Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had divorced you.”

“I thought she had.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī groaned.

“Thought!” Āmnah Azhar  exclaimed, “Why, of all the…”

“Just a minute,” I told them curtly, “Raising your voice isn’t going to help matters any, neither it is a place for recriminations. I’m going to move my car. I suggest that you follow me. I may be able to help you.”

“How?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.

“Let’s go to your hotel. You can get a bite to eat there, if you have to have it before you start for Mexico. Get your bags packed, throw them in the car and get started for the border.”

“Border?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.

“You were divorced in Mexico.” I said.

“So what?”

I grinned,

“Your Mexican divorcé may not be recognized in California, here. Your Mexican marriage would be valid only in the event that the divorcé was valid. But in Mexico, since you have a Mexican divorcé and a legal marriage thereafter, you are husband and wife.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then, Āmnah Azhar  said,

“Well, don’t stand there like a dumbbell, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Can’t you realize what us beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā is saying? Get that car backed out of the parking place. Let’s get to the hotel, get our bags and get the hell out of here, fast!”

Chapter 15


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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