It was almost five minutes before Al Kubrah Al Qāsim returned.
Her manner was apologetic.
“Now,” she said, “there are complications.”
“Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, was delayed in town. He’s on his way out here now. I got Abbū on the phone and told him I’d leave the papers. Unfortunately, Abbū says I’ll have to wait for Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
A car was coming there.
“Here he comes.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “That’s my Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s car.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs stopped his car and jumped out.
“Well, well, well,” he smiled at both of us, especially at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, “you are already here? But still you are late.”
“Late?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at him surprised.
“Sure, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has gone already.”
“Certainly.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs confirmed what he had said, “The conference started on even before the pre scheduled time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim phoned Bahū Begum,Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, and my wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, about eight saying he would be home around eleven or eleven thirty. Then he left us about nine o’clock stating that he was driving back to his home at Ved Nagar. He wanted to be home by eleven.”
“You didn’t go with him?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked.
“No, he wanted us to discuss some business matters more. He wanted us to reach a consensus in them. He instructed me especially to see to it. After he left, I paced the floor idly for a couple of turns and wound up standing at the window looking down on the street.”
“Standing at the window? Looking down on the street, Chachājān?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said puzzled somewhat.
What a tragedy.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hated his own daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, and loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, his younger brother’s, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was the shrewdest of all the sisters and cousins.
Even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was impressed very much by Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s tremendous success with Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too.
Both of them loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim wildly.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim could never understand how Al Kubrah Al Qāsim managed it.
We were now walking to the elevator.
“Sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said responding to his niece, “I even saw Al Muħammad Al Qāsim cross to the curb, stand a moment, and then walk diagonally across the street. He crossed the other sidewalk on a diagonal to the corner, and then walked around the corner. After that, I was unable to see your Abbū, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim. The building on the opposite corner obstructed his further view.”
We had dressed again before Al Nadīm Al Quddūs reached us.
He wasn’t quite used to the Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog atmosphere of Ved Nagar still now.
He still felt awkward to it.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim insisted to keep fucking me, but I admonished her deliberately.
“Oh,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “you left the window, I think.”
“No, that’s the interesting incidence I wanted to tell both of you. I continued to stand at the window thinking of our industrial problems, inadvertently.”
“Oh, and what’s interesting in it?”
“Within a matter of seconds after my younger brother, your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had started across the street, I saw the shadow of an extremely beautiful woman.”
“You saw the shadow of her, not herself?”
“Herself afterward, at first I saw her shadow only.”
“I see. Anything particular, if you noticed?”
“It was a very shapely shadow. I mean to say the shadow itself intrigued, fascinated, charmed, captivated me because it appeared to be cast by a young woman who was…well, shapely.”
We had come to the elevator.*
The elevator arrived.
We stepped inside.
To Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s immense surprise, both his ever-cunning wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, and his Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, were already in the elevator.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Bahū Begum, you are late.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised pleasantly, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had told you…”
“Nothing.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt hurt.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm never respected her relationship with him.
She still believed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was after her own trillions as well as after the billions of his younger brother and her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He opened his mouth to protest, but Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had already dismissed him.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs controlled himself patiently.
What the use after all?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so greedy openly that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t make anyone believe he wasn’t greedy at all.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s mind was racing.
If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, really succeeded in his planning, what would happen?
Could she work out the things with Durgesh?
Would her other family members be prepared to listen to her?
Maybe…After all, she was an Al Qāsim.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, had himself chosen her his would be successor.
She had to solve the present dilemma.
Her other sisters didn’t have the proper guts.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was a clandestine gay.
He was unable to run, Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He couldn’t run a single company, Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company even.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand had already taken charge.
In seven years, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had achieved so very much.
It had not been easy.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was a great help.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand also wanted to see her in charge of Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He advised her to even to rape Durgesh, if the Hindu moralist didn’t buzz.
Only Durgesh could fulfil her dreams, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim frowned even more deeply.
He is now hers already.
He isn’t any problem.
He is obsessed to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really surrendered to him.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was in control now.
Moreover, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim planned to stay in control.
Everyone in Al Qāsim family has to accept that fact.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Kubrah Al Qāsim profoundly.
Yet neither of them made any eye contact with her.
Eye contact was always a mistake.
It led to mundane conversations like ‘Isn’t it hot today’ or ‘Nice weather we are having’.
Elevator conversations were a total waste of time.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim took no further notice of them either.
She was thinking of the problems that lay ahead.
Suddenly, the elevator ground to a stop mid-floors, and the lights went out, plunging all of us into inky blackness.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exclaimed.
“Allah, what the hell happened?”
“Generator gone out, I think.”
“But the lights on again.”
“Emergency lights, stupid.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“I am not stupid, neither my niece Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is. We both are black belt karate champions. She deliberately brought you here. Now, decide yourself who is stupid.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admonished his wife, “are you crazy? If Durgesh has come here, it’s never because Al Kubrah Al Qāsim brought him here. He came here on his own volition.”*
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
She remembered her days when Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic wasn’t Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah.
Her Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, said Al Islam Al Wahāb had done a great wrong to them by insisting that Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic should be converted to Islam before Al Islam Al Wahāb and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic marry.
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm is right.” Al Islam Al Wahāb’s second Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus also said, “India is Hindu dominant country.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb watched both of her Bahū Begums bitterly.
“Brahmdutt was already married to the Hollywood heroine Della Kennedy. He couldn’t divorce her. She was heroine in several movies produced and directed by him.”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim both are from Brahmdutt Abbū?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked her mother in law.
“Of course, any objection?” Al Islam Al Wahāb said curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm nodded.
“Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus thinks Al Nadīm Al Quddūs must return to his original religion.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb shouted.
“Brahmdév Sharmā uncle and Nāzimah Yåqūb auntie invited us yesterday in a party.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said in her sweetest manner.
Al Islam Al Wahāb was immediately all alert.
She never found her Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, using her sweetest manner until and unless the subject under discussion did not relate to exorbitant money.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam, her first husband, was a millionaire himself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was not Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s son exactly.
She was in his nikāħ, but Al Islam Al Wahāb had her extramarital affair with Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was its natural result.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam knew it very well.
Even then, he acted immensely liberal to the entire situation.
“I know I’m dying, Al Islam Al Wahāb.” he said, “All my thirteen daughters from my previously divorced three wives, and the husbands of my daughters, have proved immensely incapable to run my business. I know, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs isn’t my son. Yet, he has given me more love, respect and loyalty than my own daughters gave me ever. You have been lenient enough till now not to tell Al Nadīm Al Quddūs he isn’t my son.”
“I’m sorry, Al Quddūs Al Åālam,” Al Islam Al Wahāb said patiently, “Brahmdutt couldn’t control himself and I couldn’t stop him. He just assaulted me, invaded me, in passion. Due to your long illness we hadn’t have sex for a long time. I surrendered to him in that wild animal moment.”
“It’s alright. It doesn’t make any difference now. I want to give my estate to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Would you and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic be kind enough not to tell him he isn’t my son actually, till I die?”
Before Al Islam Al Wahāb could answer, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic held Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s hand.
“Don’t worry. He was your son, and he’d remain so till you live.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
“It’s alright.” Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic circled her waist in his left arm, “He is dying. We can have more sons. He can’t.”
Al Quddūs Al Åālam suddenly found his eyes filled with tears of immense gratitude.
“Thank you very much, my friend. You’ve made my death easier now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan listened to Al Jamīlah Al Sultānova.
The Russian Musalmān Beauty had attracted her attention very much.
She looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Well,” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “you understand ultramodern young Musalmān ladies more, Naåīmah. Durgesh, and I are somewhat older now in comparison to you. If not in our physical bodies, in our understanding of the ultramodern youth at least.”
“Nonsense, Bājī, I couldn’t have done anything at all if you and Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī hadn’t supported me blindly and compelled Durgesh to do what I wanted him to do.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s all right. That’s all right. But you are forgetting you were doing what we ourselves wanted to, yet couldn’t.”
“Because we hadn’t any Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad to support us. We hadn’t any Imām Muħammad Ħasan who had dreamed of to be Mustafā Kamāl Atāturk of entire Pseudo Islamic countries.”*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me, scrutinizing me thoughtfully.
She didn’t pay any attention to the fact that the elevator had stopped in the midway.
Her husband Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was planning something to get rid of his ever-greedy relatives, she knew.
He had consulted me in the matter.
I had already helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in the matters pertaining to his nudist feminist Musalmān Houseladies, successfully.
I had helped Al Nāsirah Al Karīm too in the matters pertaining to her problem child, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim too.
She could never forget how I convinced Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim if she couldn’t live in relationship with me, she marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Fuck her yourself.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had said to me.’
“What?” I could not believe a mother could request me to fuck her daughter.
“If you don’t fuck Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, she’d fuck Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.”
“I don’t want her to have any relationship with Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is an Underworld Don.”
“Well?” I smiled.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar isn’t a problem to you because you can handle him successfully through several persons and means he cares for even more than his own life and the Organized Crime Empire he has established with the help of criminal politicians and industrialists all over the globe. I don’t want anything of him. Muħammad Ůsmān, my younger brother, and Muħammad bin Qāsim, my son, are already his patrons. That’s itself more than enough I can bear and handle.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”
“Yes.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gritted her teeth, “I know Shankar Mahāpralayankar is the second choice of Musalmān Beauties nowadays, not the first one. You are the first choice they always dream of.”
“Tell me something more about your husband’s relatives,” I invited, “have you been fighting with them?”
“Not particularly. Pratāp Bachhalyā and Vikram Bachhalyā are not exactly my husband’s relatives only. They are my sons in law too. And actually I think they respect me more than they respect my husband even.”
“Because you are a trillionaire while your husband is only a billionaire?” I smiled.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“Well, money plays an important role in gaining respect too. I think you understand that far better than even I do.”
I smiled too.
“May I ask what did an extremely beautiful lady, as beautiful and as intelligent as you are, find in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to marry him?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled significantly.
“Well, he is too a billionaire at least.”
“But you are a trillionaire. You could have…”
“I couldn’t compromise with my freedom to take decisions, in any matter whatsoever. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim promised he would never interfere.”
“Means he wanted your trillions more than he wanted you?”
“Why should I worry the hell about it? I myself wanted only a nominal husband to show to my acquaintances. Didn’t I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed, “In addition to that he was a billionaire himself too. It meant least demand of money from me than otherwise it would have been.”
I digested the information.
Now I understood why they both were not interested in each other mutually very much.
It wasn’t a marriage actually.
It was only a front they created to show their acquaintances.
Now I understood why Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t object, even slightly, to my solution of his problems.*
I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She was still looking at me every now and then somewhat stealthily.
“You have been away since, for several weeks?” I asked.
“Three months almost.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd tried to control herself.
Even then, she couldn’t hide her impishness emerging every now and then.
The ultramodern young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty was not as grave in her nature as she was trying frantically to display herself.
Yes, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was sophisticated, PhD, and she knew the world around her quite well.
Yet, she wasn’t a grave young Musalmān lady despite her desperate efforts to display herself so.
She was a naughty young Musalmān lady, by nature, bubbling with immense mischievous youth even at her twenty- ninth.
Every now and then, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was looking between my legs impishly.
It was more than obvious that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was very pleased to find that she was successful in causing me erection for her.
She was proud of herself that her immense Musalmān beauty was causing it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had deliberately gone to a beauty parlour before coming to me.
I was surprised that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd wasn’t in panic at all.
Neither she was worried to the extent she might have been under the similar circumstances some other normal Musalmān Beauty would have been.
Instead, she seemed to be quite confident and surprisingly in possession of her faculties.
I extended my hand.
“There was a check in the letter?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd passed me a slip of paper.
“Here it is.” she said.
I looked at the check.
Suddenly I straightened.
Gravely I looked at the check again.
“Ten million dollars?” I inadvertently exclaimed.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me gravely.
“That’s what the check says.”
“I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t want you to have the money?”
“No, he wants you to take charge of the money for me.”
“You too want me to take charge of the money for you?”
“Why not? You claim to be sixty-three. I’m twenty-eight only. You have thirty five years more experiences of life and the world than I do.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said gravely, “They can snatch away the money from me in some way, either this or that, but not from you. My money is in safer hands for me.”
“Quite obviously, quite evidently, there’s something bothering Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“Let’s find out.” I said.
“Am I accepted?”
“To be your one more new live in relationship partner?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd asked gravely.
I watched her.
There wasn’t any faintest trace of impishness now in her any manner whatsoever.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
My wife Nāzimah Yåqūb and I, Muħammad Yåqūb; got married five yeas ago.
We are happily married except only one problem.
I suffer from pre-mature ejaculation.
Earlier, we had sex very often and I could satisfy her easily.
But, since she gave birth to a girl child, her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy became slightly loose.
I stopped feeling the previous tightness around my already cut Musalmān Cock, each time we fucked.
On top of that my premature ejaculation!
No wonder our sex life hit rock bottom.
It was very bad, actually worst, for the great Yåqūb Family.
If we had sex even once in a month, I could thank Allah for it.
Naturally, I got addicted to reading Ashvinātam sex stories online in
the office and jerking off once and even thrice everyday in the office toilet.
Why Ashvinātam sex stories online only?
Because only they were scientific, natural, realistic, and psychologically best of all of the remaining sex stories even.
Meanwhile my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, was getting frustrated, because she didn’t get much sexual release, even though I made her orgasm with my fingers each time we had sex.
There was a huge football field where we live.
Every Weekend, it was taken over by immigrant Hindu workers from countries like, India, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and Africa.
So if you go that side after 6pm on a Saturday or Sunday, it’s like an area oozing Hindu male smell.
The whiff of Hindu male bodies, sweat and musky smells is overpowering.
Plus if a Musalmān female walks past, there were easily thousands of lusty, sex-starved Hindu eyes watching her every move.
Although my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, didn’t like to walk past the football field on weekends, I liked to walk in the middle of all these Hindu men staring at my wife’s extremely beautiful female Musalmān body.
It gave me a strange thrill and always brought my, otherwise impotent cut Musalmān Cock to attention.
We had to cross the field to go to the other side, where there were vegetable and fish markets and the supermarket was also there.
One weekend a friend of mine volunteered to look after our daughter, so that we could have a romantic dinner on our own.
We were quite happy to be alone in privacy.
We went to this nice bar to have a few drinks.
I only drank beers but my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, gobbled one after another
glass of wine and even a few gin and tonics.
We didn’t even bother about dinner.
But after four hours of drinking and chatting, we were feeling no pain.
In fact, my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, couldn’t even walk properly and I had to support her on my shoulder.
Anyway, we decided to go for a stroll to clear our heads before reaching our home.
So we got off the taxi and started walking.
It was about 1 AM now and the football field was empty.
On the far side of the field, there was a big banyan tree.
We were behind the tree.
I kissed her, knowing fully well she wouldn’t care what I did in her intoxicated state.
I pinned her to the tree trunk and started groping her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.
She just mumbled something and slumped off.
I was very pissed off.
Not only had she left me high and dry but she had also passed out.
I didn’t know how to carry her to our house which was a good 10 minutes
And Nāzimah Yåqūb was not very light weight either.
So I thought, I would leave her there and get a taxi.
We were on the road side anyway so it would be easier for me as well.
I jumped off the road and waited for a taxi.
I saw one taxi parked slightly off the road about 200 yards away so I ran and got him to turn around.
I asked him if he would help me get my wife in the taxi.
He reluctantly agreed and we walked down to get her up.
But Nāzimah Yåqūb was not alone anymore.
I was shocked and excited at the same time.
Three native looking Hindu men were around her.
They were all fully clothed but their Uncut Hindu Cocks were out.
I could see in the street light, their dirty, unwrinkled Uncut Hindu Cocks.
One enormous Uncut Hindu Cock was about to enter my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s loose Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
I saw in amazement as this Hindu worker rubbed his black Uncut Hindu Cockhead on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussylips and slowly eased it in.
The entire length of the Uncut Hindu Cock which was about eight inches long and at least four inches thick entered my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s sloppy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
The three Hindu men noticed us and without realizing that I was her husband, invited us to enjoy their loot.
The taxi driver, a filthy looking Hindu man in his 60s, was over there in seconds and had chucked his trousers to reveal a fast enlarging veiny Uncut Hindu Cock.
He smiled winking at me lewdly, and at the other three, before telling them my real identity that I was the husband.
He held my head from the ears so hard that I thought my ears would be torn out.
Then he moved my head to his Uncut Hindu Cock, which smelled so bad that I couldn’t breathe for a minute.
He forced my mouth open with his purple Uncut Hindu Cock which was hard as steel and started fucking my mouth like it was a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
Who could have believed it?
Yet, it was true.
It was happening.
The one worker fucking my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, grunted loudly in his religious Sanskr’t language, which could only mean that he was emptying his Hindu balls into my wife Nāzimah Yåqūb’s fertile Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
The three Hindu men then forced me to clean my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy with my tongue, and swallow all their combined Hindu sperms, mixed with my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān vaginal juices.
I had to do it.
To my utter surprise, I even enjoyed it all, very much.
Was I a gay Musalmān?
I shuddered at the realization.
I loved that I was treated as I was.
Only when all of them had gone, did I realize that my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, was awake and smiling.
Still fingering her well lubed and fucked Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy she said,
And I knew, I would comply, but not without testing (tasting?) the Uncut Hindu Cock myself first.
“You gay impotent,”she laughed, “What do you think, I didn’t watch you?”
I winked at Nāzimah Yåqūb,
Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed,
“One who fucked me in my ravenous Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, is named ‘Bishnoo’.”
“Oh, you know them?” I was excited.
“The second one, who fucked me in my ass first, is named ‘Brahmdev’.”
“Great!” I smiled.
“The third one, whom I sucked mostly, is named ‘Mahéshvar’.”
“Måshā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!” I winked at my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, “You are now Bhagvatī Mahālaxmī Bhārgav, Bhagvatī Sarasvatī, and Bhagvatī Pārvatī, all the three in one. Congratulations.”
Nāzimah Yåqūb looked at me perplexed.
“Did not understand?”
“No.” Nāzimah Yåqūb replied innocently.
“‘Bishnoo’, ‘Brahmdev’, ‘Mahéshvar’—Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh—the famous Tridev of the Hindus, themselves have fucked you today.”
Nāzimah Yåqūb burst into a laughter.
I also joined my wife, in her ecstasy.
It was somewhat difficult to find all the three of them.
But it was necessary to save our skins and names.
Taxi driver was easy to find.
In fact, he himself came to me,
“I have prepared the entire video with my mobile.” He smiled at me.
I looked at him gravely,
He sat on the chair in front of me.
“What do you want?”
“Ask what do we want.”
“Oh, so it all was preplanned?”
“What do you think?”
“You are not afraid of my powers?”
He laughed contemptuously,
“Your powers? Your powers? We fucked your extremely beautiful wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, and you cleaned our juices from her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass, diving your tongue into both of them.”
“So what?” I asked him calmly.
“So what?” he almost spat at me, “If you want to experience more, just wait and watch.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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