She told the untold: 1
Posted: May 24, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Aħmad Kamāl, Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, Feminism, Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Kamāl, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl 1 CommentShe told the untold
The united four: Dādījān, Dadajī, Ammī, and me
Chapter 1
Let me tell about me.
I, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, am 20,
Height, 5’ 7”, my figure was 32-26-36..
My Ammī, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was of 39, 5’6”, 36-32-38.
I am the only child of my parents.
Now, the hero of our story, with us three heroines:
My Hindu dadaji, Durgesh, was 60.
Was he really sixty, as he claimed?
Nonsense!
Don’t be silly!
He is 28.
Perfect for me.
I’m 20, remember.
He is strong, rather strongest, both physically and sexually.
Physically: he kicked out both my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl and my Dadajan, Muħammad Kamāl, both together, out of their own house, claiming that we all the three Musalmān Beauties, my Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54,5’8”, 36-32-40; my Ammī, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, and I, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl 20, are now his Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives.
Sexually: He had proved it to my Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54,5’8”, 36-32-40, already.
She also kicked both her husband Muħammad Kamāl 56,5’6”, and her own son, my Abbū Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, out of their own house, calling both of them impotents.
“Sālī,” My Dādājān Muħammad Kamāl 56, 5’6”, shouted, “if I’m impotent how did you get your son, Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, forty years ago? If my son Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, is impotent, how did your Bahoo Bégum Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, get her daughter Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20 years ago?”
“We are not your slaves, idiot,” My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40 shouted higher, “We have ‘this’ for it. See yourselves.”
In her violent passion, Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, forgot all the civilized manners.
She unzipped Hindu dadaji, Durgesh, 60, and brought out his great Uncut Hindu Penis, to demonstrate to them.
Even I was stunned and dumb founded.
Allah!
Was it really a penis or king Cobra?
Yes, I’ve seen it.
Yes, I’ve kissed it.
Yes, I’ve licked it.
Yes, I’ve swallowed it, tasted it, and sucked it.
Yes, I’ve enjoyed it both in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Durgesh has claimed correct that we all the three, Dādījān, Ammī, and me, are his Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives now.
Ten inches long, five inches thick in circumference, and as strong as a steel rod.
I couldn’t even fantasize this kind of a Hindu penis, before I’d seen and enjoyed it.
I immediately doubted.
Durgesh Dādājī, Durgesh Grandpa, can’t be 60.
So, my friend, Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī, 20, 5’ 7”, 34-26-38, was right?
Durgesh is 28.
Durgesh is 28.
My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, is in love with a 28 years old, young Hindu man, almost half of her age?
Allah!
Allah!!
“Sālī, Hindu Lund kī bhookhī, shame on youuuuuuuuu.” Muħammad Kamāl 56, 5’6”, my Dādājān, shouted, forgetting every civilized manner himself.
“Shame on me?” My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl shouted higher again, “Shame on me? Why Shame on me? Shame on you, impotent, nāmard, Aħmad is not your son. You have given me thirteen daughters. Imagine. Thirteen daughters. Not a single son. If I hadn’t gone elsewhere, I had no Aħmad Kamāl 40 years ago, neither could you have. I sacrificed my feminine Muslim honor to a Hindu for the survival of your clan, and survival of us both.”
“Ammijān!” my Abbū was all tears.
“I am sorry, son! I never wanted to disclose this secret, I never wanted to tell this untold, but this nāmard Musalmān forced me to it.”
“She is lying, Aħmad, she is lying.” My Dādājān, Muħammad Kamāl 56, held my Abbū’s right hand, assuring him, “You are my son. You are my son. Believe me.”
“Huh,” Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, smiled sarcastically in immense burning wrath.
My Abbū was weeping silently.
He was never disgraced in such a manner before.
The worst thing was, the incident was taking place in Eidgāh Masjid.
Now coming to the story it all happened when due to Eidul Fitr, we all went to ‘Durgesh Fātimah Jannat’, as dadaji stayed there only, and my exams were over.
We all were very happy in the night.
I had to sleep with dādāji, as there were only 2 rooms there..
By 8pm only, we slept.
At night, around 4, I woke up for toilet.
Then I came back.
I saw something amazing..
Dādāji’s lungi was open.
I can see his Uncut Hindu Cock which was 6 inch long, the grith was nearly 5 ” and foreskin was half open showing his red head from his Uncut Hindu Cock.
It covered with a lot of black hair and his balls were bigger too.
It made me crazy.
I hadn’t seen ever such the great incredible male assets.
I went near that, took that cute Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand that was limp then, yet still hard somewhat.
It was far bigger than my Hindu boy friend’s.
I smelled it.
The Hindu male fragrance was great.
Then I tasted the head.
It was Salty.
I opened the foreskin and took the full Hindu length in my beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.
I felt it like a big lollipop.
By then, my grandpa got up.
“What are you doing? You worst girl. Sucking your Grandpa’s Hindu penis? Doing incest?” He scolded me.
I smiled boldly at him,
“You taste marvelous, Grandpa, even better than my Hindu boyfriend.”
“So you’ve tasted your Hindu boyfriend too?” His eyes became grave, “Do your Dādījān, Kħālidah and your Ammī, Farkħandah, know anything of it?”
“Why should they, darling?” I still smiled boldly, “I’m myself a big girl now. I’m 20. I can take care of myself, even legally.”
“I’m not your darling. I’m your Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54’s darling.”
“28? Darling of 54?” I laughed, “You just let me fuck you, idiot, and see what I have for you.”
“Hey, Sālī, you haven’t any right to call me ‘idiot’. Sālī, ‘kal ki laundiyā’, you call me ‘idiot’? I’m 60, 40 years more senior to you.”
“I don’t believe you.” I winked at him, “neither anyone does. We are calling your bluff now.”
“Who the idiots are ‘we’?”
“All the teen ager Musalmān Beauties who love you.”
“Why can’t you understand, I don’t enjoy you teen agers sexually, as I enjoy the mature Musalmān Beauties of my own age?”
Till now, I’d made Durgesh to forget his objection that I was his Musalmān granddaughter.
I was certainly not, moreover.
My Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl, 40, was not his real son.
Being the daughter of Aħmad Kamāl 40, how could I be Durgesh’s granddaughter.
Till now, he had got his full erection.
Allah, it was ten inches long and 5”grith.
I opened all my clothes and panty.
Why shouldn’t I?
I wanted to enjoy his great Uncut Hindu Penis, now most famous, most dreamed of, and most wanted Uncut Hindu Penis globally, into my newly adult, 20 year Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I took his Uncut Hindu Penis in my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth again.
Then I placed it, in my hairy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
I made Durgesh to play with my pubic hair.
He started fucking me.
I made him to fuck me.
It was not so difficult.
When a woman wants to get laid, it’s difficult for a man to safeguard himself from her.
They say, even Brahmarshi Vishvāmitr could not save himself from Ménkā.
I held his Uncut Hindu Penis in my right hand and started rubbing its stout Hindu head between the labial lips of my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
Durgesh was so angry that he was not cooperating with me, at all.
I laughed.
I took his, now globally famous, Uncut Hindu Penis again, into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and kissed, licked and sucked it to the extent that he had to cum into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, eventually, ultimately.
I drank all his Hindu juices.
Then I made him to come over me and place his Uncut Hindu Cock head on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
He placed his lips on miny.
I also made him to place his hands on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.
Then Durgesh slowly started entering me.
Allah, what a great rod!
What a great Hindu rod!
Even my Hindu boyfriend was defeated in every field.
He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu length.
He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu thickness.
He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu strength.
He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu hardness.
He inserted 1 ½” only, as my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy was too tight for his thickness.
I was not a virgin however.
He tried once more.
Its full Hindu length went in, and a crach sound came out from my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
Allah, it was totally inside me now.
All the time I kept my eyes closed.
I was enjoying it immensely, even more than Durgesh was.
He invited me to open the eyes and hold his ball while he is fucking.
It was creating problem for him by hanging.
I did that.
I saw a brown Uncut Hindu Cock, with black hair, was fucking a white Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, with black hair too.
After 30 minutes, I had an orgasm.
Yet, it was only my first orgasm, out of so many I had subsequently.
Durgesh was still fucking me furiously.
He asked me to take some juice in my hand and taste it in my mouth like my Ammī.
I was startled and stunned.
Dumb founded too.
My Ammī?
Like my Ammī?
Allah, was Durgesh fucking my Ammījān, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, 5’6”, 36-32-38, too?
Was she also enjoying this great Uncut Hindu Penis I’m enjoying now?
Durgesh came into me after 10 hours continuous non-stop fucking.
Allah, what a man!
What an exquisitely wonderful Hindu man!
He could fuck us entire Musalmān Beauties, I’m sure.
His Uncut Hindu Penis was extremely powerful.
His lust for fucking us Musalmān Beauties was, I’m sure, INFINITE.
I was fully exhausted under him.
I think everyone of us Musalmān Beauties must enjoy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis, if she can’t always for some reason, at least once.
It’s the greatest bounty of Allah on us.
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ
‘Fabiayyi aalaai rabbikumaa tukazzibaani’
‘Which of the bounties of your Lord, then, will you deny?’
–Al Qur’an Al Majeed: 55 Ar-Rahmaan|72
I had multiple orgasms during the great marathon fucking of me.
How many?
I don’t know.
We both lay in the same condition.
Durgesh was still deepest into me.
He was playing with my nude beautiful 20year Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.
I was playing with his hair, loving him very much, kissing him on his Hindu lips.
I asked Durgesh when he fucked Ammījān.
He told me the mystery of my parents.
He said,
“Your Abbū can fuck somewhat, but his sperms lack Y chromosome. Like most of the Musalmīn and like the entire womankind, your Abbū has two X chromosomes, the women have.”
“What?” I jumped on the bed, but Durgesh pinned me there, fucking me again, vigorously.
“Calm down. You are an educated modern young Musalmān woman. You can understand this problem more than your parents could.”
“What do you want to say, darling?” I kissed Durgesh on his Hindu lips fondly.
“Al Taqdīs, do you know about ‘Durgesh Fareedah Global Clinics, global research centre’?”
“Only that it is one of your numerous research and business organizations.”
Durgesh smiled,
“I’m unable to understand, Al Taqdīs darling, why everyone thinks that an organization is mine, if I’m involved with it, only to some extent.”
“Because you are the most important person in that organization, even then.”
“Nonsense!”
“Why nonsense? Tell me only one organization where you are involved, even somewhat, and it’s not running with your ultimate support.”
Durgesh smiled,
“They need my support, but not my ultimate support.”
“Sorry, darling, but I simply don’t, and can’t, believe you.”
“Al Taqdīs!”
“Don’t think I’m a fool, because I’m only 20.”
“Oh!”
“Durgesh, perhaps you don’t realize that now you have crossed all the boundaries of religions, castes and creeds. Your success, in almost every field, is just incredible, yet TRUE.”
“What do you want to say?”
“My Grand Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl 56, in order to fight with you successfully, had met with Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Oh!”
“He is the top personality against Hindus.”
“Yes,” I smiled, “I know.”
“Fortunately, my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl 40, and I were also with my grand Abbū then.”
“I see.”
“I never saw any Musalmān leader, in so much praise for you, than Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“You are right.” I smiled, “He just goes crazy in praising me when he hears my name. He loves me after Allah and Rasool-e-Akram, Ħuzoor sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam.”
Iwanted to ask him why he was so happy when I talk about an Imām so against Hindus, but I felt ashamed of myself.
Perhaps it all was my fault.
I misunderstood both these great leaders.
But, perhaps it was not even my fault altogether.
It was the fault of my upbringing.
I was told that all the Hindus are always after Musalmān Beauties.
Hindus have always fucked us Musalmān Beauties on this or that pretext.
Their one point mission is to disgrace us Musalmeen ever, by fucking us Musalmān Beauties.
But, Durgesh is NOT disgracing anyone.
He is NOT after us Musalmān Beauties.
We Musalmān Beauties are after Durgesh.
All the cases where there was any Hindu Muslimahs sexual relationships, I’ve studied minutely.
No Hindu was after us Musalmān Beauties in all those cases.
Great surprise!
Isn’t it?
Hindus are not disgracing us Musalmān Beauties even a bit.
We Musalmān Beauties love Hindus because we want more sex, more respect, more freedom etc for us, than Musalmeen provide us usually.
I proceeded to my Hindu boy friend.
He only welcomed me.
Then how he was disgracing us Musalmeen?
Nonsense!
It’s all bloody politics.
Our politicians deceive us.
Our politicians deceive us.
Our politicians deceive us.
I was suddenly filled with a great political realization.
At my 20, I knew suddenly something that even my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl at 40, and my grand Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl at 56, never succeeded to know.
Durgesh and Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah were NOT enemies of each other.
They were actually close friends, to the contrary.
Yes, Durgesh was living nude with the entire sixteen real sisters of Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.
But it was NOT to disgrace Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, neither to disgrace us Musalmeen.
Never.
It was on personal request from Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah himself.
Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah planned it, NOT Durgesh.
Then why we Musalmeen hate Durgesh for it?
Why we Musalmeen hate Durgesh for it?
Isn’t it blind communalism?
Why do we Musalmeen torture ourselves mentally for the things even we don’t know about completely?
Why do we Musalmeen torture ourselves mentally for the things even don’t concern us personally?
I hated Durgesh for living nude with sixteen Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Imāmzādīs, keeping them nude with him against their own wishes.
How did I know it was against their own wishes?
I surmised it.
I surmised it.
Allah!
Why did I think in that manner?
Why my thought process was so erroneous?
Again, due to my upbringing.
Erroneous upbringing, now I know.
Hindus are NOT our enemies, neither they ever were.
Durgesh was fucking me again savagely.
I was enjoying it immensely too.
Yet, my mind was realizing too many great facts, suddenly, one after another.
Al Taqdīs was going through a sudden chain of realizations and transformations.
Allah!
Allah!
You are great.
Only you are great.
Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrsoolallah!
Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrrsoolallah!
Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrsoolallah!
‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammds is his Prophet.’
‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammds is his Prophet.’
‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammds is his Prophet.’
I kissed Durgesh passionately on his Hindu lips.
Wasn’t Durgesh actually a great Musalmān, always defending the self-respect and honor of us Muslimahs and even of us Musalmeen?
Shouldn’t he be rewarded for it, instead being hated?
That’s what Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah claims about Durgesh,
“If Durgesh hadn’t cooperated with me, my sixteen nudist real sisters had disgraced me to the extent that I couldn’t have another option except to suicide. Durgesh saved my self-respect and honor, by living with them, as they love to live. He gave me his blood to save my life, as I tried to suicide.”
I was furious at Muħammad,
“Promise me you’d never do it again.”
“But, Durgesh—”
“Why do you want to punish your Ammī, Muħammad? She has only one son after sixteen continuous daughters.”
“My Bājīs are—”
“I’m not talking of your Bājīs. Let them, all the sixteen, go to hell.” I thundered at him, “I’m talking of your Ammī. Why do you, all the seventeen, want her to suicide out of immense shame?”
Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah was all-alert all of a sudden,
“Oh, so my great friend Durgesh is actually not my friend. He is in love with my great global actress Ammījān, my ‘Bājī Huzoor’? Yes, she is extremely beautiful even now. None believes she is the mother of seventeen children. Even her secretary has requested us not to address her ever as our Ammī in public. She wants us to call her ‘Bājī Ħuzoor’.”
I was suddenly surprisingly, serene,
“Nonsense! Are you crazy, Muħammad?”
“No. I’m not.” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “but you are. What sexual pleasure can you get from a mother of seventeen children, idiot?”
“He is impressed and addicted by her fictitious grace, they advertise.” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah’s eldest Bājī, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah 28, ten years elder than me, laughed sarcastically.
I was suddenly filled with immense hatred and venom for her.
She was one of those sixteen who were responsible for the attempted suicide of my closest friend, Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.
“If it were so, I had never hated you all the sixteen.”
“My foot. We damn care if the entire universe hates us.”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah said to me contemptuously, “You rejected me for that old woman? What can she give you? Do you care to tell me, idiot?”
“I never rejected you.”
“Then kiss me.”
“You are Muħammad’s Bājī, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah;”I said contemptuously, “Try to behave for a change. Your younger brother, your only brother, has attempted suicide. You haven’t come here to make love to me. You’ve come here to take care of him.”
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled,
“You are very infamous for fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties. They call you even Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam.”She laughed sarcastically, “I don’t think you deserve all these great titles. You are too cold.”
Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah looked away furiously,
“You said you were in haste, Bājī!”
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah looked at her only younger brother, scornfully,
“Don’t worry, Muħammad, I won’t fuck your Hindu friend in front of you. He is too cold to deserve it.”
“Allah!”Muħammad Åbdullah groaned.
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah suddenly grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it,
“They say it’s always erect whenever near a Musalmān Beauty. I don’t find it’s so.”
“Leave it.” I said to her coldly.
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled boldly and instead leaving it, she squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis once more.
She kept it holding.
“Bājī, please!” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah cried out of intense shame, “I’m your younger brother. Why are you so horny whenever you find Durgesh with me?”
“Grow up, my dear child; I’m PhD in ‘Adult relations’. Never forget.”
I said scornfully,
“What a great subject you have chosen Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah, to obtain your PhD.”
“Of course, it’s a great subject, moron!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, “It can’t be a less great subject only because a moron, like you, can’t understand its greatness.”
“Leave my penis.”I shouted.
“They say it’s the wonderful, amazing, unique penis that extends from its 6” original length to its exact double, 12”, that thickens from it’s 3”c original thickness to its almost double 5”c.” Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah winked at me, “Let’s see if the rumors are really true.”
“Bājī,” Muħammad Åbdullah was all tears now, “You are killing your only brother. Durgesh, you saved me for this?”
“I saved my friend for me, not for his perverted sisters. Why are you feeling so ashamed of anything you can’t control? Why she is dearer to you than I am? It’s I who can’t bear losing you, Muħammad, not your sisters. It’s I who is fighting to save you, not your sisters. Why can’t you love me, in the way I love you? Why can’t you?”
“You can’t understand, Durgesh! You can never understand.” Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “You haven’t any sister. Your family men, all of them, without any exception, are Y chromosomed. And so you are, too.”
“Muħammad,” I said bitterly, “Sometimes, I thought, as compared to you, I was unlucky that I hadn’t any sister, and you have sixteen of them. But now, seeing your suicide attempt, I think I’m lucky that my ancestors are Y chromosomed.”
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah said bitterly too,
“The trouble with you, males, is that you always see everything from your inept male viewpoint.”
“Bājī!” Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again.
She continued scornfully,
“You forget that we, women, are basically altogether different from you males. You’ve studied your needs, and have developed a male culture oriented to your male needs. You just remorselessly forget that the society does not consist of you males only. It has us females too.”
“Bājī! Please!”
“Let her finish, Muħammad.” I raised my right hand, suddenly interested, “Listen to her at least, even if you don’t agree with her.”
“Durgesh, you don’t know the facts. She’s a nudist.”Muħammad Åbdullah blurted out.
“Let me be a whore even, that I’m certainly not.”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah argued, “But, what do you want to say? A whore doesn’t have even a right to speak freely? She doesn’t have a right of speech even?”
“Bājī! Bājī!”Muħammad Åbdullah protested.
“I’m listening to her, Muħammad.” I said gravely, “We Hindus are basically democratic people. I’m not a Musalmān. I hate to be autocratic, or communal.”
“Islam was also democratic, primarily, Durgesh!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, now confident somewhat, “but as soon as, we Musalmeen lost our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam, we were unfortunate enough to start to lose every virtue we learned from him, one by one.”
“Shame on you, Bājī!”Muħammad Åbdullah said, “We are Waħābīs. You are rejecting the sanctity of our Kħulfa-e-rāshidīn even, as Shiåās do. We are Sunnīs. We follow Sunnat-e-Rasoolullahs .”
“I don’t think, Muħammad, that Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah is doing anything like that.”I contradicted Muħammad Åbdullah gravely, “She is talking of history only. It’s her interpretations of history. She has every right to interpret anything as she chooses fit.”
“It’s difficult for him to be liberal to the extent, Durgesh!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, “I said, we Musalmeen are unfortunate enough to start to lose every virtue we learned from him, one by one. I’m sorry to say, the first thing we lost in the process, was the absolute democracy we used to enjoy in the days of our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam.”
“Bājī!” Muħammad Åbdullah protested.
“She is right, Muħammad.” I told him.
Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned.
He looked at me incredulously,
“You mean, we Musalmeen lost democracy, as soon as we lost our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam?”
“Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah didn’t say democracy, Muħammad!” I said calmly, “she said ‘the absolute democracy Musalmeen used to enjoy in the days of Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam’.”
The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
She told the untold: Chapter 2
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12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6
99. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
100. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
101. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
102. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
103.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3
7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4
8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2
19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2
30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3
31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4
32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1
33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4
34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3
35. Saamved: Mantr 1
36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1
37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10
38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik
39. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
40. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3
41. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4
42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6
43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6
44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7
45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8
46. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
47. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
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