Al Nāsirah Al Karīm brought my Uncut Hindu Penis out,
“Any objection?” she asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Certainly not, go ahead. Durgesh is unique in sex. His Uncut Hindu Prick is amazing. It extends in length from six inches to just its double. Incredible. Isn’t it?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick, entirely unashamed of herself.
“Sure, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“Further, his sexual lust for us Musalmān Beauties, us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, is still more amazing. The more Durgesh fucks us Musalmān Beauties, us Musalmān houseladies, the more his sexual lust for us increases. It never diminishes.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm looked at me in greatest appreciation.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Durgesh has infinite sexual lust actually for us Musalmān Beauties, for us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. It makes Durgesh unique. That’s why we have passed a resolution in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat that Durgesh is a Public Property, at least his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Prick is. No one single woman has exclusive sexual rights on Durgesh.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed.
“You must be joking. A resolution? Nonsense.”
“On the contrary,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gravely, “I’m absolutely serious. I never talk loose about my husband.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was stunned.
She looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan dumbfounded incredulously.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm went down on her knees.
She kissed my Uncut Hindu Prick, licked it, then started to suck it swallowing it into her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
There are some women who don’t lose their beauty even when they grow old.
Instead, they are more and more beautiful when they grow old, with their more increased experiences and resultant sophistication.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was one of them.
She was enjoying now my hardness into her mouth, proudly.
It was the unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis every Musalmān Beauty, every extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houselady, was crazy for.
She was still able to have it while even the Jet Musalmān Beauties were crazy for it.
“Where’s your son?” I asked.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm asked.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim.” I said.
“He had to see a man. He promised he’d be back in five minutes.”
Her eyes were smiling at me cunningly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was suddenly all alert.
Allah, has Durgesh successfully helped Muħammad bin Qāsim too to disappear?
She had promised Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to watch on Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could concentrate on Al Muħammad Al Qāsim only.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is claiming she still has Al Muħammad Al Qāsim under surveillance.
But Muħammad bin Qāsim?
Has Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lost him?
In her over confidence?
“How long have you seen Muħammad bin Qāsim, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked gravely.
“Five minutes ago, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said innocently, “Our party broke when my son received a note. Muħammad bin Qāsim said that he had to see a man on some business.”
“I see.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “And what did you do?”
There wasn’t any panic in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s voice whatsoever.
She understood very well, panic in her voice would never help her.
On the contrary, it could spoil her image instead.
Durgesh never cared for any of his woman to the extent to disgrace her Musalmān mankind.
Yes, she and her ever cunning Musalmān girlfriends had always successfully managed to use Durgesh for punishing their ever malevolent Musalmān mankind.
But that was the ultimate limit of Durgesh in helping them.
Even Durgesh’s ever increasing ever infinite sexual lust for Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, could not compel Durgesh ever to cuckold their ever treacherous Musalmān mankind.
He hated cuckolding anyone.
“They deserve it, Durgesh.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had always argued with him, “Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors claim we can’t destroy Muslim Terrorism successfully until and unless we don’t humiliate terrorists Musalmīn. We can’t make them to see our humane viewpoint even without it.”
“And you think Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors are right?” I asked mocking at her almost every time she said it to me.
“I know Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors are right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan almost every time blazed at me.
She asked Al Nāsirah Al Karīm again.
“I asked you what did you do.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled triumphantly.
“Came to my stateroom. I slipped my gown off, because I’d spilled some wine on it. Muħammad bin Qāsim will be back any minute. What’s all the commotion about? The ship’s jumping around. I can hardly stand up, consequently. We haven’t run into anything. Have we? Look, there’s a light over there on the water! Moreover, look at the searchlights!”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded gravely.
She watched Al Nāsirah Al Karīm while Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sucked my Uncut Hindu Penis skillfully, smartly.
Allah, was the old sophisticated Al Nāsirah Al Karīm winning over great Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
She couldn’t believe it.
Durgesh is supporting Al Nāsirah Al Karīm against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Hell, no, never!
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed despite her immense wrath internally.
“I’m particularly interested in finding out about where Muħammad bin Qāsim went and what he did.”
“I heard the sound of a shot. An officer of our ship tells me there’s a man overboard. Does that mean anything to you?”
For a moment Al Nāsirah Al Karīm stared at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan with triumphant eyes, then she stopped sucking me.
She undressed herself and me too.
Then she again went to her knees.
“Durgesh, fuck me from my behind, please. Let’s go to my stateroom.”*
I enjoyed fucking Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Nafīsah Salmān, etcetera more because they were in my own age group.
I immediately penetrated Al Nāsirah Al Karīm from her exquisite glorious behind.
Her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks filled my nude Hindu male lap competently as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick entirely.
She smiled at me proudly.
I winked at her fucking her passionately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has now disappeared. They think he has been murdered by Al Zohrah Al Bittol. You are a widow now legally. You can enjoy sex with Durgesh now more freely.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed.
“I was never afraid of my legal Musalmān husband, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. If he didn’t like my extramarital affair with Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was always free to divorce me.”
“Legally.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan supplemented.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled cunningly.
“You mean not practically?”
“Well, it’s never easy for a billionaire to divorce his Trillionaire Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”
“That’s not my problem.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm herself started rocking her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom on my Uncut Hindu Prick back forth and back.
She was enjoying my legendary unique Uncut Hindu Prick inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt very much.
Well, who didn’t actually?
Were women more animal than males in this matter?
My experiences with womankind answered my question in the affirmative.
But even then I wasn’t sure of my conclusion.
After all I wasn’t omniscient.
There was always a possibility of mistake.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm crossed to the drawer of a dresser.
She jerked it open.
Then she stood looking down at the empty drawer.
Her ravenous back forth and back movements of her bottom on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Penis had stopped now, swallowing entire my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“What is it?” I asked Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gravely.
She was a brave, matured and vastly experienced woman.
It wasn’t easy for her to be startled on every this and that matter.
“My gun,” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said, “it’s gone.”
I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan questioningly.
“I haven’t done anything, my dear Hindu husband of us entire Musalmān Beauties.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told me innocently widening her extremely beautiful young Musalmān eyes.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I said gravely, “if I found you are responsible for anything of it, even your closest friend, Jacqueline Lincoln, would forget you made her President of USA.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I never knew even you are jealous of my ever closest friendship with Jacqueline Lincoln.”
“Ever close friendship?” I grimaced, “Jacqueline Lincoln is your Karñ, Duryodhan.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was shocked.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan isn’t anybody’s friend, damn it.” I said curtly, “she helped Jacqueline Lincoln to be President of USA so that Jacqueline Lincoln could help her in establishing her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”*
Jacqueline Lincoln never thought she too would be on my ship.
She thought it was not respectful for USA.
Well, even if the rest of the world doesn’t realize now, Ved Nagar has actually replaced USA in leading the entire humanity.
“Mom, I don’t know why the hell had you promised Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle to attend the seminar with me in person.”
Dolly Carter smiled graciously.
“Jacqueline Lincoln, Imām Muħammad Ħasan Bhāījān is my milk shared brother. He has done even more for me than even my own real brothers did.”
“I know.” Jacqueline Lincoln said curtly, “Most of my maternal uncles had left us when we needed them utmost. It was Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle only that helped us then in our survival.”
Dolly Carter’s eyes lit up with immense pride for her daughter.
“You remember it?”
“Of course I remember it.” Jacqueline Lincoln said, “How can I forget, Mom? It was the period that brought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me together. Wasn’t it?”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tried to say something but I raised my right hand to stop her.
I addressed Al Nāsirah Al Karīm instead.
“You and your son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, were going to have a show down about your brother, Muħammad Ůsmān?”
“That’s what I told you already.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said to me, eyeing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan somewhat suspiciously.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling cunningly realizing and enjoying it very much that the situation was still under her control.
“Did you tell Muħammad bin Qāsim what you wanted to talk him about?” I continued.
“I told my son that I wasn’t going to stand for a lot of vague generalities any longer; that I wanted to know exactly whom else he suspected to poison him if not Al Taufīq Al Fatimah and/or Muħammad Ůsmān. After all poison couldn’t have administered itself to Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
“What did Muħammad bin Qāsim say?”
“He said we’d talk it over later.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had again started fucking me herself.
“He wouldn’t discuss it then?”
“He deliberately avoided it. Just as we were finishing dinner, a bell robot handed Muħammad bin Qāsim a note. Muħammad bin Qāsim said he had to see a man on some business. That broke up our little company of mother and son. Muħammad bin Qāsim and I came to my stateroom. I told him I was going to have things out with him, that for Al Taufīq Al Fatimah’s sake I wanted his partnership with my brother Muħammad Ůsmān must dissolve now. Muħammad bin Qāsim said he’d be back within five minutes. He simply had to see someone on a matter of the greatest importance for Al Taufīq Al Fatimah and himself.”
“There was your gun in that drawer?”
“Of course. That’s why I brought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and you here, to confirm whether it’s still there.”
“When did you see it last?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked quite disapprovingly it all.
“This afternoon.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm turned to face Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“It was your gun?”
“How long have you have it?”
“About two months. It was a new gun I liked very much. I immediately purchased it as soon as I saw it.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
“I happen to know that your son has been in touch with Åāyeshah Dåūd, the Doctor. I think Muħammad bin Qāsim has tried to reach some agreement with Åāyeshah Dåūd. I don’t know what she told him. It’s a fine situation for blackmail even while Doctor Åāyeshah Dåūd is too respected to go down that much. Do you suppose, madam Trillionaire, your heavily spoiled son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, could have gone to meet Doctor Åāyeshah Dåūd taking your gun with him?”
“I don’t know.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly watching Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan contemptuously.
Her still strong vaginal muscles clutched my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“Durgesh darling, I want you to promise me that you’ll stand by me, not with your Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, in this matter. Please, someone already trying to frame Al Taufīq Al Fatimah for poisoning my son.”
I smiled at her.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is sympathetic with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus. However, even then, she isn’t actually your enemy.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan uncertainly.
“Let me ask you some more questions before Muħammad bin Qāsim gets here. Just how much have you told him?”*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, pushed her magnificent nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my equally nude Hindu male lap, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick once again entirely into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt and said gravely.
“I told him that Muħammad Ůsmān is of course my younger brother, but he was never a responsible person. My Abbū was fed up of Muħammad Ůsmān’s grossly irresponsible behavior. He never took any interest in our business. Even then he was always after money. I had to help Abbū in his business because Muħammad Ůsmān never understood his duties. Abbū naturally was not good at Muħammad Ůsmān. He willed me his sole beneficiary of his billions.”
“And you proved to be the worthy of his decision.” I said appreciating her, “you made his billions the trillions successfully.”
“Thank you.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was fucking me again passionately, yet gratefully now, “You know I couldn’t do it without your moral support even.”
“I always try to support the worthy ones. It was your own courage, fight and prudence that helped you more. I only helped you where your opponents wanted to swallow you illegally.”
“And you think it isn’t valuable? They could have really swallowed me if they were really not afraid of your ever insurmountable opposition. I owe not only my success, but even my existence to you, Durgesh, my life.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed bitterly.
“He is utmost prudent enough to help only extremely beautiful Musalmān damsels in distress. His ever lustful Uncut Hindu Penis never let him resist against it.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled cunningly.
“Well, he deserves the remuneration. Doesn’t he? If he is protecting us extremely beautiful Musalmān damsels in distress as even our Musalmān husbands don’t or can’t, why the hell Durgesh shouldn’t get even what our incompetent Musalmān husbands do?”
“What else you told Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked patiently.
Neither of them was understanding the gravity of the situation optimum.
They were wasting very valuable time in teasing each other.
Most of the women do it unconsciously.
Yet I never expected it from as exquisitely prudent women as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Nāsirah Al Karīm were.
“That’s all.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said, “That’s all I had time to tell him.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was still thinking of success of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus in taking care of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
She prayed Allah that she must also prove she took care of Muħammad bin Qāsim if not more efficiently, at least equally.
“Was that after he received this note, or before?” I asked Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“Afterwards. We, Ammī and son, had left the others and entered my stateroom. I talked to Muħammad bin Qāsim for just a minute or two. Then I stepped into the closet to get out another dress. I heard Muħammad bin Qāsim slam the door when I was getting out another dress.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim told you he had to see a man?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“Yes. Muħammad bin Qāsim said he’d be back in five minutes and have it out with me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said patiently,
“I think we’d better go on deck and find out what’s happened. You are certain, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Muħammad bin Qāsim took the gun?”
“Yes. I heard him slam the drawer of the dresser. I didn’t realize what it meant at the time. If… if somebody’s overboard, can they find him─ her?”
“It’s a pretty slim gamble.” I observed, “There’s a heavy sea running. They might swing the ship broadside to the wind and launch boats in the lee, but I don’t think they’ll do it until they have something definite to go on. They’ll play searchlights on the water, throw flares overboard, and keep a sharp lookout. They certainly won’t risk men’s lives in an open boat unless there’s some indication the person’s still alive. Moreover, don’t forget that a shot was fired.”
“Do you suppose it could be Muħammad Ůsmān?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm asked, “Allah, oh heavens! Muħammad bin Qāsim wouldn’t have done that!”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Spring had come to Washington, a city, like the nation, happy with joy and cheers.
Spring had come to the new President’s Oval Office, where those who worked with her and for her were waiting for Jacqueline Lincoln.
What the hell more she wanted from her life?
Just eighteen Just adult she was the permanent Live in Relationship Partner of a man that was unique and legendary in the entire human history.
He was still young despite his sixty three had already completed.
And now her own best friend was the new President of USA.
What more Nadirah Muħammad Yåqūb needed?
The young beautiful girl, Jacqueline Lincoln, was the top executive, Chief Executive to be more precise, of the world’s most important nation.
Well, Jacqueline Lincoln deserved it however.
Everyone had laughed at Jacqueline Lincoln when she raped me.
“That’s why it was necessary, Mom, for a bold Protestant girl to rape the Hindu Stupid.”
“What do you mean?”Dolly Carter looked at her daughter in perplexity.
“Durgesh is the most important man now. Don’t you agree with me?”
“Well, he is the dream man of you young ladies, I know.” Dolly Carter teased her most ambitious daughter.
Jacqueline Lincoln smiled at her mother.
“Mommy, I know you too love the Hindu beast. And I suspect you do too have sex with him, haven’t you?”
“Nonsense, Jacqueline Lincoln, you―”
“Momma, I’m quite adult now. I understand what we womankind need even more than mankind.”
“You feminist bitch, don’t tell me you are also a nudist exhibitionist as your Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā is.”
Jacqueline Lincoln smiled.
“As if you were not, in your younger days.”
Dolly Carter advanced to the window.
“Yes, I was. I was so proud of my extremely beautiful female body that I wanted to show the entire Multiverse what I had the rest of them didn’t.”
“You still have that miraculous extremely beautiful female body, Momma.” Jacqueline Lincoln was proud of her mother suddenly.
“Yes,” Dolly Carter turned to her daughter and smiled, “I still have it. But now I’m more experienced, my child.”
“What do you mean?”
“My dear child, you are my daughter. A mother always tries not to talk about her sex life with her children.”
“But it doesn’t mean she hasn’t any sex life.” Jacqueline Lincoln was furious, “does it?”
“No.” Dolly Carter accepted, “it doesn’t.”
“Then why the hypocrisy, Mom?”*
Nadirah Muħammad Yåqūb observed.
They were no longer gathered around the Cabinet table.
General Alfred Washington was pacing near the telephone.
Yet, he wasn’t worried.
The new President is only a young lady.
Everyone thought Jacqueline Lincoln would lose the election.
The entire USA, all its fifty states, couldn’t be so childish ever that an independent candidate, neither Democratic nor Republican, can defeat both the authorized Democratic and Republican Presidential candidates.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, it would happen.
None believed her.
“Certainly not, my child, certainly not.” Former Miss Universe, Dolly Carter, said, “You succeeded in removing the age long Kingdom from Saůūdī Årab, because Saůūdī Årab is a Pseudo Islamic country after all.”
“What do you mean?”
Former Miss Universe, Dolly Carter smiled discordantly.
“The point I’m trying to make and you are deliberately trying not to admit, is that it was rumored widely and being hammered 24×7 that you are a Parahuman. You are Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā yourself. The ever backward and ever superstitious Ummat-e-Muslimah believed it. They believed it beyond every rational whatsoever, every logic whatsoever, that a young Musalmān girl, nudist, feminist, having sex with a Hindu who established Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire, openly, who fucks Musalmān Beauties under Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service and Durgesh Farīdah Jalal Sheikħ Sex Therapy, can be Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself. Can anyone believe it? But most of the Muslimāt and Musalmīn believed it. They even believed that Durgesh is Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām himself. Nonsense.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling prudently unhurriedly.
“The hell with you all. I still can’t believe it this miracle has happened.”
“Auntie, please!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed gently.
“Is there anything wrong in what I said?”
“Not in gist, auntie.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also smiled patiently, “But in your over enthusiasm to prove us Muslimāt and Musalmīn backward and grossly superstitious, actually you have over simplified us Muslimāt’s entire one thousand four hundred years tremendous Jihad against Pseudo Islam. It was not that easy, auntie, as you have summarized it.”*
He couldn’t believe still now that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really succeeding.
Can she really succeed in removing the age long regime of Assaåūds?
Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān still enjoyed a sense of elation, a sense of ecstasy, at the excellent reception given his speech at the United Nations.
He can say anything until he holds the absolutely unsuspected faith of the family,
The family has profound faith in his constantly successful foreign policy.
Yet he has to show the entire globe that he is also against her.
They would lose their ever undisputed faith in him.
He would be removed from his post.
And thus, he wouldn’t be able to help her movements
from inside diplomatically.
Especially the delegates of the Islamic World appreciated him much more than the rest of the audience.
Even Jacqueline Lincoln had assured him that she would tell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan how he is successfully helping their all the four movements: Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, and JetMusalmān BeautiesSquadas diplomatically as possible.
While even the Saůūdī Årab ambassador to the United Nations, his own real younger sister, Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd, delivered the routine speeches, it was Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd, the veteran foreign minister of Saůūdī Årab, that really stole the glory.
That’s why he was always sent to New York to make the more crucial public statements.
This morning’s address, on the continuing increasing political power of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, internationally, had been a crucial speech.
Moreover, it had gone down well.
His own enthusiastic word still echoed in his own ears:
“I have immense respect and profound honor for my Muslimāt sisters who are increasingly losing their faith in our ever ancient marriage institution and surrendering to Live in Relationship, in a constantly increasing great number I must say, with the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.”
He always used to say it and he was always appreciated somewhat similarly.
“Allah Subħān Wa tålā orders:
‘Wa lā tunkiħū almushrikīn ħattā yu’minū’
‘And do not marry polytheistic men until they believe.’
Again there was a bigger storm of applause from the Muslimāt.
It lasted more, moreover.
His indignant royal family had objected.
“This interpretation of this Āyat-e-Karīmah is wrong.”
“It doesn’t mean…”
“The hell it doesn’t. It does. It does mean that our Musalmān houseladies are doing nothing wrong. So the slogans being used against us that our family is not devoted to Islam anymore as it was once, are entirely unjustified, wrong and only politically motivated.”*
He had ignored her if she was only his sister.
But she was the Ambassador of Saůūdī Årab to United Nations too.
He couldn’t tolerate it.
May be there was an acceptable excuse.
He was hardly aware now of the Saůūdī Årab security guard beside him.
He hadn’t expected it.
She led the way to her safe office rather hastily somewhat.
He knew his sister very well.
It wasn’t her characteristic at all.
Always try to keep your patience whatsoever may the circumstances are.
She was trying her best to hide it.
Yet, he knew his younger sister better.
She was biting her lower lip every now and then.
And it was only when she was impatient.
Her office was already electronically secured against eavesdropping.
She shut the door behind them carefully.
She appeared strained somewhat.
“Bhāījān, my apologies for having to walk out during your magnificent speech. I was called away by an urgent emergency phone call from Riyadh.”
“Yes, from Åāýéshah Siddīqah herself, none other.”
None knew what the masterminds conspired to.
But suddenly Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service was an international movement supported by Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club Ashvinātam Gangbang Club Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad.
“Massive. Whatever happens but the old man is through. If he comes out of the coma, recovers, he’ll be a vegetable, incapacitated. Or he may linger on in his present state. At best the doctors give him no more than a month.”
“King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd himself has refused it.”
“He had ordered before going into coma not to play with the sanctity of any of his Musalmān houseladies.”
“Nonsense. And the royal family has agreed?”
“Well, every Musalmān houselady of the royal family is ready to sacrifice her sanctity to Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock. Yet, when they declared their consent to it the patient in coma, King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd, registered a great fall in his health. The doctors has announced that under the circumstances even Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy might be disastrous to King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd.”
“I can’t believe this nonsense.”
“That’s why the entire royal family has decided King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd’s successor to be alerted and placed on standby. That’s why General Åāýéshah Siddīqah, the Chairperson of Al Mutwåīn, called. She wanted you to be informed that an informal vote of the entire Royal Family overwhelmingly favors you as the next King of Saůūdī Årab. Congratulations, Bhāījān.”
She stuck out her hand.
His brain was asking.
‘Sheikħzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd?’
‘Sheikħzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd?’
‘What happened of him?’
Yet he never asked this question.
Why should he?
Let the bloody Sheikħzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd go to hell.
He felt himself suffering from imbalance.
Controlling himself with every effort he could gather he made his way to the sofa, groped for an arm of it and lowered himself to a cushion.
“Let me get you a drink, Bhāījān.” Ambassador Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd smiled in a celebratory mood, “One for each of us. What would you prefer, whisky or vodka? I’ve Stolichnaya. Let’s drink to it.”
She started for the bar.
Reclining low in the rear seat of the bulletproof Dārussalām limousine, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan felt like an ancient queen.
Well, wasn’t it better to be a President of a nation now, instead of being its queen?
She had similar feeling this early morning.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan actually had the similar feeling every morning of the past week.
Up ahead, through the distortion of the bent windshield, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could make out the motorcycle escort, red light flashing.
Behind her, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could hear the higher pitch of the protective sedan that contained the remainder of her complement of bodyguards.
Within the luxurious limousine there was every freedom.
In the front seat, the driver and the man next to him were Secret Service agents of the Dārussalām Detail.
It wanted some Saůūdī Årab there too.
The chauffeur’s gaze was directed straight ahead.
Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, pressed her black naqāb more tightly to her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head as the wind whipped in, through the opening of the electric window beside the driver.
It was in the years when she belonged to herself.
When she wasn’t even Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza.
She recognized the all-female Hotel Al Kħawātīn too, the Hotel Al Binnāt Al Tāhirāt, the Lebanon Embassy.
In minutes, the limousine would take her away from all this, around Kħātūn-e-Jannat Square, and to Executive Avenue and the south entrance of the stately Executive Mansion.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had waited with excitement the inevitability of this most important day in her life.
She never knew she would really succeed when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had planned it all.
Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had masterminded it all.
It was her dream coming true now.
It was her moving day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t allow him to take even a single one of them with him.
“They are the only guarantee I have against your potential betrayal of us, Al Moåīn.”
“I am not a fool enough to…”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had raised her right hand.
“You are dead for them and for the rest of the world, aren’t you?”
“Okay, no problem, my lady.”
“I promise to take care of them individually personally.”
“You? Personally? I thought Durgesh would fuck all of them and…”
“That’s right, my child, that’s right. That’s the way I personally take care of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies of my enemies.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had laughed skeptically.*
She was now only the chairperson of the women’s organization of Saůūdī Årab.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has to treat men and women alike now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can’t allow any privilege to anyone in the matter.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan brought her eyes from the window to the radiophone beside her.
Transiently Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wondered what the agent was so grave about.
Was her expression that of anxiety over her responsibility?
“Yes,” this very Ůzrah Taymūr had argued with her, “Islam originally supports Democracy. Even Ħuzūrs died without instructing anyone who his successor would be. Hes left it on the shoulders of the then Ummat-e-Muslimah present. Yet, even Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzudidn’t follow this tradition established by Ħuzūrs himself. Herzu nominated Ħazrat Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu instead of leaving it on the shoulders of then Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“I doubt it, Naåīmah.”
“Even if it’s true we are successfully using the Hindu multi zillionaire’s multi zillions for our Islamic movement. Isn’t it?”
“Then what’s bothering you?”
“So that you can use his multi zillions for Aqāmat-e-Dīn. What is wrong there?”
“Nothing actually too. Stop being as obnoxious as to doubt everything even if you haven’t any proof for it.”
“Caution is better than ultimate failure, I think.” Ůzrah Taymūr had retorted.*
It was throughout the week that, Ůzrah Taymūr was on guard, outside the Dārussalām Presidential Office.
This morning Ůzrah Taymūr had appeared at daybreak.
She said that she was on a split shift today, four hours now and four hours in the afternoon.
There had also been several pieces of Al Sadar Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s furniture, a magnificent bedroom desk and bench, a maroon leather armchair, a tall lamp with a shade that her Abbū Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself had painted so long ago.
The Revels chair was also with the furniture.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was most proud of its possession.
How could Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ignore anyone of her five movements: Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club Ashvinātam Gangbang Club Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad?
It was a genuine John Henry Belter rosewood chair with an upholstered panel in its scrolled back.
There was an upholstered felt seat also in it.
Her Abbū said it was handmade in New York in 1870s.
He had become the first Negro to sit in the United States Senate.
“But Abbū, someone has told me that Hiram R. Revels, of Mississippi had converted into Hinduism later on and he followed Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, the Mudgal Hindu emperor that was so against Islam he used to sleep with his feet deliberately stretched to the West toward Makkah Mukarramah, Kħāna-e-Kåbah.”
“The hell with these rumors. My dear child, there is a society in Hindus that calls themselves Bachhalyā. They are the most successful diplomats and politicians among Hindus. It is said that even Rājpūts are the descendants of the Bachhalyās. The Hindu mythology about the Bachhalyās is that they are the real sons of Param Purush and BrahmJagdambās themselves.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled discreetly.
“Why not? Why not?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said cynically, “Your Durgesh is himself a Bachhalyā genetically. That’s why he’s so ever shrewdest in every matter. It is said that there is a time period according to Hindu mythology that’s called Brāhm Kalp.”
“Yes, your Hindu son in law Durgesh has told me about Brāhm Kalp mythology of the Hindus. It’s an era that starts every now and then after every other era. And once it’s started, it runs repeatedly to almost infinity. Durgesh says the Brāhm Kalp has started once again now.”
“I don’t think so, Abbū, Durgesh has so many evidences too, to prove what he has told me.”*
After the Army truck had wheeled away toward the Dārussalām, followed in a Presidential staff car by Nafīsah Salmān and Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Ůzrah Taymūr and the other Secret Service agents had waited to escort President Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
She must be discreet however.
Yet, she must also find out constantly what she could do as a President and what she can’t.
Yes, Durgesh has provided her countless lady robots manufactured by HVSI.
They have every information Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can ever need.
Yet why shouldn’t she find out what Ůzrah Taymūr herself knows?
The Secret Service agent turned her beautiful head,
“Yes, ma’am― I mean Madam President?”
“I want to ask you a question.”
“Anything, Madam President. Pardon me if I keep my eyes on the street while I talk. Duty, Madam President.”
Ůzrah Taymūr was attentive.
But her eyes were pointed to what lay out beyond the limousine window in the gray morning.
“I couldn’t get proper time until now to acquaint myself with the functions of the Secret Service. Yet I do gather your Detail is assigned to protect me at all times.”
“Yes, Madam President. I’ve been ordered to follow USA laws in the matter until we have our own Constitution. According to USA laws, since 1901, Title 18, United States Code, Section 3056, amended and approved by the 82nd and 83rd Congress.” Recited Ůzrah Taymūr.
Then she went on,
“Subject to the discretion of the Treasury, the United States Secret Service, Treasury Department, is authorized to protect the person of the President of the United States, in this case, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the President of former Saůūdī Årab, and the members of her family.”
“Excellent.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed, “I hope you would remember similarly in quite detail when our own Constitution would replace it.”
Ůzrah Taymūr nodded gravely.
“Sure, Madam President.”
“I gathered that I haven’t been out of your sight for a second this week. Of course, that excludes when I’ve gone to the bathroom or have been asleep. Does it always have to be that way? Isn’t there some time when I can go alone, privately, to see certain― certain friends?”
Keeping her gravity continued, Ůzrah Taymūr shook her beautiful head.
“I’m sorry, Madam President. How can we protect you if we aren’t with you?”