Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
“Durgesh…what are you doing?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.
“I’m no longer sleeping with your Ammī. This is going to be my new home…at least for now. I’m sorry you had to see this sweetie, but I’m out of patience with the current situation. Now I’m going in here and just want to be alone for a while ok Assalāt Al Fajir.” I said to Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter as I walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. Assalāt Al Fajir closed the door behind her and looked at Asshams Al Islam, who was now sitting up in bed.
“I know…I heard. I guess Ammī got her wish, that Durgesh move out, which it sounded as if I might soon.” Asshams Al Islam said shaking her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head. “Allah, I hate that Over Musalmān bitch, why does she have to do this to Durgesh…to all of us?” Asshams Al Islam said, and looked like she was about to cry again.
Assalāt Al Fajir knew how she felt, but she wasn’t sad enough to cry.
She was thinking and the gears were turning inside her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.
“You know Asshams Al Islam…with Durgesh sleeping in the room down the hall, instead of with Ammī…She would never know if Durgesh was to do anything while in there.” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister, but Asshams Al Islam gave her a confused look.
“I don’t understand, Assalāt Al Fajir.” Asshams Al Islam said as she cleared the tears away.
Assalāt Al Fajir sat on the bed next to her.
“I mean…that if Durgesh was having sex with someone…Ammī would never know. Even if Durgesh is having sex…with us!” Assalāt Al Fajir said spelling it out for her sister.
Asshams Al Islam’s eyes got wider and so did her smile.
“You think we could pull it off…would I go for it you think?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister, and Assalāt Al Fajir now thought it interesting that Asshams Al Islam was asking her advice on sex.
“Well, Durgesh hasn’t been getting a lot from Ammī it seems…and as you sort of said in the kitchen, Durgesh does spend a LOT of time in his study. I bet it can’t all be work. I bet he… fucks our Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān girlfriends or Ammī’s, every night in there.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, still not used to saying naughty words, but she was getting practice in.
Asshams Al Islam grinned at her sister, and hugged her.
“Maybe we can come up with a plan…to seduce Durgesh. And Ammī will never know. And if Durgesh does move out…we’ll go with Durgesh, of course. I wouldn’t want to live with that bitch.” Asshams Al Islam said as she pulled from the hug.
Assalāt Al Fajir gave her sister a strange look.
She had liked her sister’s contact.
“Yes, we’ll go with Durgesh…but I still wish you wouldn’t call Ammī ‘bitch’. She’s still our Ammī…and I do still love her. Like Durgesh, I still hope she’ll come back to us one day.” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister.
“Ok Assalāt Al Fajir, I’ll try…but from here on we have a goal…to get Durgesh to have sex with us. Now all we need is a plan.” Asshams Al Islam said, as she stood up, excited that maybe…soon, she would get the man she had loved for so long.
Assalāt Al Fajir watched her sister, and felt her excitement, for her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh…and for Asshams Al Islam.
A plan was forming in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head that might get her both of them.
“Yeah a plan….I might just have one, Asshams Al Islam….I might just have one.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at the door to the hallway. “But as Ammī would say, have faith, Asshams Al Islam…in the end, we’ll get what we want….in the end.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she smiled at Asshams Al Islam.*
Al Jihad Al Islam stood in the kitchen finishing up the cleaning, the tears having stopped a little while ago.
She couldn’t understand why her family didn’t want her to embrace Islam fully.
They didn’t understand that I had saved her from walking down a path of sex and sin.
Why couldn’t they see she tried to live according to Islam, and that she needed me in her life.
But Al Jihad Al Islam also knew she needed me and her girls.
She was doing it for us….not for herself.
She had to.
Allah was helping her to be strong from temptation.
Nevertheless, Al Jihad Al Islam also saw that because of her devotion to Islam, she was losing her family, when she so desperately needed them, just as much as she needed Islam.
Al Jihad Al Islam decided she needed guidance on what to do…she decided she needed to talk to Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
Maybe Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could help her gain guidance through Islam.
Besides, Al Jihad Al Islam had a feeling her family didn’t want to see much of her now today.
Al Jihad Al Islam went into her room, showered and dressed.
She didn’t see any of her family; they must all be in their rooms, she thought.
Al Jihad Al Islam decided to leave her family a note, saying she had gone to Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and she would be back in a few hours.
Al Jihad Al Islam walked to the front door and left the house, taking one of the cars.
As she pulled into the street, she looked over her house, and prayed to Allah that they would soon be a family again.
She then drove off down the street.*
A while later I came out of the bedroom, still feeling angry but knowing I couldn’t sit in there thinking how to control it all day.
As I walked down the hall, I heard the girls laughing about something in Asshams Al Islam’s room.
I smiled, thinking that some of the family was happy at least for a while.
I continued into the living room and into the kitchen, where I found Al Jihad Al Islam’s note and quickly read it.
I stood there for a minute, then balled up the note and threw it into the trash.
“She couldn’t even stay away from her Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī long enough to try and talk about what had happened earlier.” I said aloud, feeling angrier.
Every effort to bring them in the mainstream was backfiring usually.
It wasn’t easy.
The persona like Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always make it difficult.
Even Al Jihad Al Islam…
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Don’t worry. Her thirty years and twenty eight years old, tremendously attractive, young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters, Asshams Al Islam and Assalāt Al Fajir are planning to fuck you themselves there. Please, don’t leave the home.”
I was startled.
It was a fun to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, to arrange something sexy for me I didn’t approve of.
The ever first President of Modern Democratic Årabia immensely enjoyed it.
I didn’t object why she was doing it.
She was crazy to establish her dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
And she was succeeding in it sooner than even I had expected.
I never wondered if I should truly consider divorce.
It wasn’t any solution for a Hindu at all.
The girls were now over 18.
They were no longer an issue.
If they wanted to stay with Al Jihad Al Islam or go with me if I left, that was their choice.
Nevertheless, I still didn’t want to split the family.
It wasn’t any solution for me.
All of them now slept under one roof, and that’s how I liked it.
I had never even liked the idea of the girls growing up and moving away, even when they were little.
I sighed, and decided little I could do about anything now at present immediately.
My wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Asshams Al Islam’s and Asshams Al Islam’s and Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, was gone and would be for some while.
Naturally, any talk with her, immediately, was out of question.
I decided go into my study.
I walked over to it, entered in, and closed the door.
Asshams Al Islam and Assalāt Al Fajir remained in Asshams Al Islam’s room for some time.
Assalāt Al Fajir refused to tell her sister her plan at first, saying she wasn’t done thinking yet.
The two of them sat in Asshams Al Islam’s room and watched the TV she too had in her room.
They had watched some comedy show on the comedy network, until it was over with, then Asshams Al Islam again became frustrated and wanted to know what was going on behind Assalāt Al Fajir’s head.
“Come on, Assalāt Al Fajir…out with it, I’m dying here, waiting for this grand plan of yours.” Asshams Al Islam said, needing to know her sister’s plan.
“Ok, ok, Asshams Al Islam. I’m not finished I think. Maybe you can throw some stuff in. Ok, Durgesh more than likely stays in his study and fucks someone of our ladyfriends when everyone’s asleep. I think we should make sure I can’t finish once I get started.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister.
“What does that mean Assalāt Al Fajir, we knock on his door and tell me to stop fucking our ladyfriends or else. I don’t think I would like that much.” Asshams Al Islam said, not thinking much of her sister’s plan.
“No, not like that, Asshams Al Islam, but we do interrupt him while he’s doing it. It has to be after Ammī is asleep, and then we come up with excuses why we need to disturb him in my study. I hope that we’ll catch him after he has started…you know…fucking someone. Then we interrupt him, and keep doing it until he has to go to bed.” Assalāt Al Fajir said feeling proud of herself for coming up with such a good plan.
Asshams Al Islam had another opinion of it.
“Assalāt Al Fajir, I can tell you don’t know guys very well. Even if Durgesh can’t finish in the study, if he’s really worked up he will just wait until he gets to bed then finish there. Well…unless he is no longer turned on, or turned off somehow.” Asshams Al Islam said, just thinking to herself out loud.
Nevertheless, Assalāt Al Fajir got an idea.
“Hey…I know something that would turn Durgesh off…Ammī. If she caught Durgesh in there…fucking one of our immensely beautiful friends, she would be mad as hell. That would make Durgesh forget about finishing.” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister, Asshams Al Islam.
“Maybe, but it might come out to Durgesh that we told Ammī he was doing it…they both would be mad at us.” Asshams Al Islam pointed out to her twenty eight years old younger Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sister.
“We could try and get Ammī in there without telling her, but how?” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister.
“Well, you know, we’ll have to interrupt Durgesh at least a few times for him to give up trying maybe; we can try and use all the ideas. We just have to be careful and not make Durgesh think we’re up to anything….or Ammī either.” Asshams Al Islam said.
She then noticed the time and wondered if her parents had made any plans for later today.
Asshams Al Islam grinned and eagerly shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.
They both got up from the bed.
Asshams Al Islam opened the door.
“Besides, I’m hungry now…” Asshams Al Islam said looking back at her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head in agreement.
However, she was thinking that she wouldn’t mind Asshams Al Islam eating something else.
Yet Assalāt Al Fajir was too shy to tell her sister.
She just followed Asshams Al Islam out of the door.
Assalāt Al Fajir leaned against the counter and waited for her sister to finish.
She then noticed Asshams Al Islam’s butt, being stuck up in the air as it was and couldn’t help but stare at it. Asshams Al Islam was more voluptuous.
Assalāt Al Fajir was fascinated by it.
She had an urge to rub her hand across it, but was much too shy for that.
She still felt uncomfortable speaking sexy words and describing sexual things.
Soon, Asshams Al Islam rose back up with a plate of spaghetthe.
“Want any?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister holding the bowl up.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.
Asshams Al Islam placed the bowl in the microwave and began heating it up.
Asshams Al Islam was feeling a weird vibe from her sister but wasn’t sure why.
“You ok sis…you seem a bit distant the past few minutes.” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister and lay her hand on Assalāt Al Fajir shoulder.
Assalāt Al Fajir jumped slightly at the contact, causing Asshams Al Islam to stare at her.
“I’m just thinking is all, mind is wondering.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister and tried to smile.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head, and sat down with her sister, but only having soda.
Asshams Al Islam quickly ate and neither of them spoke.
After they finished up and cleaned up, they went looking for their parents.
After a quick look in their bedroom, family room and the spare bedroom, they looked at each other.
“Let’s check…maybe they went someplace in one of the cars.” Asshams Al Islam said as she went to the living room window and looked out.
She saw that Ammī’s car was missing from her spot and assumed that they had gone somewhere.
“Ammī’s car is gone…I bet they went somewhere, but it’s weird they didn’t tell us or anything.” Asshams Al Islam said, wondering where they both went too.
“I don’t know but I guess we have the house to ourselves then” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister.
“Hey I got an idea, let’s go check out Durgesh’s computer, you said Durgesh was looking at porn last night…he probably has some on his computer. You feel like checking?” Asshams Al Islam gave Assalāt Al Fajir a big smile.
Assalāt Al Fajir frowned at her sister, now a bit worried…they didn’t know how long their parents would be.
“Come on, Assalāt Al Fajir…after what we were talking about doing a little while ago, you’re scared now! Come on…it’ll be fun, you might learn something.” Asshams Al Islam said giggling slightly as she started toward the kitchen…and the study.
Assalāt Al Fajir hesitated for a few seconds, then followed her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir was about fifteen feet behind when Asshams Al Islam reached the study door and reached down for the knob.
Asshams Al Islam started to turn the handle and looked back to her sister finally come where she could see her, when she opened the door.
Asshams Al Islam smiled at Assalāt Al Fajir and started to walk in the study, when she turned forward…and saw Durgesh sitting at the computer chair.
Asshams Al Islam saw me quickly whip my head about and look in her direction.
The eyes of us both went wide.
I was surprised because Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated eldest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter had opened the door.
Asshams Al Islam was surprised because I had my pants down around my ankles and had my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in Al Zāhidah Al Durrānī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot .
Al Zāhidah Al Durrānī was Al Jihad Al Islam’s one of tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friends that never appeared more than thirty five, yet they couldn’t be less than fifty ever.
Their own eldest daughters were around twenty-eight or thirty.
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