A Deep Conflict
Conflict of ideals
Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ was seated behind her desk, waiting for the last of her group meetings to begin shortly.
Looking out of the window, she could see that this day was overcast, somewhat bleak, unwelcoming, and she wished the sun were shining.
She felt sunny inside.
The grueling, demanding, training period was, ultimately, a complete success.
She had a team of bright, warm Sex Therapists and she was eager to get them on the road.
Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ insisted on them being warm.
“You think there would be protest from Communal Muslims?”
“You know them more than me.”
“Yes,” Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ agreed, and that’s why I’ve chosen only Hindu male Sex Therapists and Muslimahs female Sex Therapists. What do you think? Muslim males are Sex Therapists too, successful or unsuccessful?”
“I know they are not good at sex, but—“
“But what Durgesh? It’s not your bloody politics I’m practicing here. It’s psychiatry and sex therapy. If Muslim males were as understanding as you imply they are, there wouldn’t have been any necessity of our global clinics at all.”
Dr. Nādirah Saddām smiled,
“Now, the question is why Muslimahs female Sex Therapists only? Can I answer it?”
Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ was also smiling at me.
She looked proudly at Dr. Nādirah Saddām.
Dr. Nādirah Saddām had finally arrived from Makkah Mukarramah a week ago.
She had graduated herself from Stanford University and had wound up her affairs there.
Fareedah had not seen much of Dr. Nādirah Saddām during the week.
It was when Fareedah had introduced her to her therapist trainees.
Nādirah was busy finding and settling into a bungalow in Vijay Nagar.
When Nādirah had come in this morning to assist her with her send-off ceremony, Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ had been so delighted to see her, so reassured by Nādirah’s confident professional presence, that Fareedah had invited Nādirah to the restaurant next door, the coffee and sandwich shop where they might lunch together.
Unlike other fields of therapies, Sex Therapy needed most attractive Sex Therapists males and females both.
If they were not attractive, the patients were not interested in having sex with them.
Thus, failing the process completely.
Fareedah was lucky enough to have all of them very very attractive, be males or females.
As they seated themselves in a cabin, Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ noticed once more how graceful and beautiful Dr. Nādirah Saddām was.
She was attired in a green silk blouse, nipped at her waist by a black leather belt, a pleated silk skirt that clung to her extremely beautiful thighs when she walked.
Watching Dr. Nādirah Saddām, as she studied the menu, Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ enjoyed her pretty face.
Nādirah had dark glossy hair trimmed in a gamine bob, encasing a countenance, a face, an expression that resembled the features of a Saåūdī Årab porcelain doll—behind her big lavender, sunglasses were widespread green almond eyes.
The rest of her person, Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ recollected, was equally arresting.
She had seen both Durgesh and Dr. Nādirah Saddām nude several times.
Not simultaneously, of course!
But she was dreaming to make both of us understand her point.
She wanted her every Female Sex Therapist must have an intimate relationship with me.
It was necessary to keep them happy.
After working with sexually handicapped males, it was very much needed that they must have full satisfaction in sex, so that to be prepared fully for their next session with their patients.
An unsatisfied Female Sex Therapist could not cure an emotionally almost impotent male patient.
It was not easy to make them believe that they are NOT impotent forever.
The main reason behind their impotence was that they had accepted it erroneously, and fatally therefore.
Their subconscious mind had accepted it, and acted accordingly whenever they tried to have sex with any woman whosoever, even with their own wife.
Ninety percent Musalmān patients were suffering from this unfortunate psychosis.
They needed sympathetic treatments from their wives.
Unfortunately, they could not get it, because they were never sympathetic to their wives themselves.
It needed understanding to cure the situation.
Only Durgesh had it.
Durgesh was irreplaceable.
She knew it as soon as she heard of me.
Aħmad Muħammad Ålī did not approach her for my treatment.
She managed it too through her husband, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
Printed indelibly, permanently, on her memory were her smooth sloping alabaster shoulders, her protruding firm full MakkanSaåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts with their beautiful nipples, her small supple waist, big buttocks, and ample thighs.
Her legs were shapely too.
The important things about Dr. Nādirah Saddām was, however, not physical, Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ reminded herself.
She had proved to be intelligent, adaptable, forthright, articulate, and possessed of a sweet and giving personality.
The fact remained that Dr. Nādirah Saddām enabled her to have total success with her most disturbed and seemingly hopeless male patients, as Durgesh did with female patients.
Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ smiled.
Her most precious possession, and thousands of other Muslim Beauties’ too, no doubt.
Obsessed to fuck Muslim Beauties almost 24×7.
But she knew very well that they were absolutely wrong.
Durgesh never resorted to so low means.
It was exactly reverse.
At lunch, Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ had gone with Dr. Nādirah Saddām in ordering a salad and a hamburger.
Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ had glowed at the realization that Durgesh and this experienced twenty-seven-year-old extremely beautiful young Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman, Dr. Nādirah Saddām, were the leaders of her team of Sex Therapists.
But that had been earlier.
She greeted each of them, as they came in, and informally took their places on the sofa before her and in the pull up chairs.
She shuffled her notes, deciding she would speak very briefly and then bring Dr. Nādirah Saddām in from Āyeshah Siddīqah’s office, introduce her, and let her give them one last word of reassurance.
Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ did not stand up.
She eased back into her leather swivel chair and surveyed her group,
“Welcome,” she addressed them, “you all had yesterday off. I hope you’ve recovered from your training period. Actually, I missed you. We’ve been so close in the last six weeks that I feel we’ve become a family. I’m not here to address you once more. You got enough of that the day before the training began and during every workday of the six weeks, we trained. I feel that you know your jobs now. I believe each of you is dedicated to it and will do well. Just keep one thing in mind. With each of you, I’ve tried to build a bridge, a human bridge to help troubled people cross over from a place where they are—a bad place—to a better place where they want to be, a place that will make them whole again and alive, not only sexually but in their careers and in their personal lives.
“Persons, in general, do not know the inevitable fact that our sex life affects our careers and our personal lives, even our personality too, whether we believe it or not. I’m sorry to say that most religions in practice, adamantly, refuse to accept this eternal truth. Only Hinduism is among them that has acknowledged it and has preached its followers accordingly. That’s why we see all the male Sex Therapists here Hindus only.
“Remember this, the Muslim males need our services most, but unfortunately, they are being directed by their foolish Mullahs and Maulavīs who oppose every scientific tajadeed we need very much. They don’t care that Hindus have marched ahead, leaving us more and more far behind due to their unscientific adamancy in the matter. We Muslimahs have been compelled thus to have sex with Hindu males to fulfill our natural physical needs. The Hindu Men and Musalmān Women, who are coming to you, want to learn something that you know and they don’t. They want to know how to be loving human beings. They are coming to you with their disorders, due to their erroneous upbringing, teachings and surroundings, and their consequent quiet desperation.
“They are in effect pleading with you, trying to say to you, ‘Here I am, and I don’t know what to do about my disabling problem. Please help me.’ To them, you are their last resort.
“Anyway, tomorrow we begin. I’ve drawn up a schedule for meeting with you and your patients, tomorrow morning and afternoon. The day after that, you will each be largely on your own, except for your continuing reports to me. Before you leave, I’ll meet privately with each of you to discuss your first assignments.
“Enough from me. I’m now going to bring in Durgesh and Dr. Nādirah Saddām. They are the male and female Sex Therapists I used till now, before I trained you. You each met them the last week of training, when they came by to say hello. But you had no chance to talk to them then. I thought it might be useful if Durgesh and Dr. Nādirah Saddām spoke to you about their own experiences and gave you a chance to ask any more questions that come to mind. Now let me get Durgesh and Dr. Nādirah Saddām.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You just go in there, darling,” Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ kissed me full on my lips, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly too, “and do whatever comes naturally. The Hindu Male Sex Therapists worship the ground you walk on, and the Female Musalmān Sex Therapists are dreaming to sleep with the great Durgesh, Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam. So, what’s there to worry for you?”
Dr. Nādirah Saddām laughed,
I respected Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah Waħāb very much.
I did not answer Dr. Nādirah Saddām in respect of him.
It’d be an insult to him, and I could not do it ever.
Of course, Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah Waħāb was my friend.
Nevertheless, I respected his wife, Dr. Åāýéshah Muħammad Waħāb, very much.
Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ controlled herself realizing my position,
“Sit down behind my desk,” she said smiling gravely, “or stand next to it, as you prefer. Chat with them casually about your work as the most successful Sex Therapist. They are waiting there, friendly but apprehensive. Whatever I’ve told them, is one thing. But to them, I’m somewhat removed from the main scene. Whatever comes from you, comes from someone who’s always in the field almost 24×7. It’ll make all of them feel more comfortable. Give them a few minutes from a voice of experience, and if they have any questions, simply answer them candidly, frankly. You are more expert in playing by ear.”
Once in Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ’s office with Dr. Nādirah Saddām, I decided to stand behind her desk and talk to them.
“Friends, both females and males, you all know the procedures. I can only tell you of my own experiences in working with Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ till now, everywhere, with my beautiful female patients who were dying to be loved, and were suffering from frustrations and from many consequent psychological and physical diseases.
“Friends, we, Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ and I believe that every physical disease is actually psychological disease in the beginning.
“We feel not fit psychologically at first. If cured, and we start to feel ourselves fit afresh, the problem ends then and there. But, unfortunately, if not, it encompasses our brain and our psychosis gradually eventually.
“Our bodies are made to cure themselves basically, but the mechanism fails when our brain suffers from this psychosis.
“Hence, the synchronization of our brain and body is broken.
“That’s why our body feels illness.”
“Only because synchronization of our brain and body is broken?” a beautiful female Sex Therapists, Dr. Rābiyah Gamāl, from Egypt, asked incredulously.
She was smiling, however.
I smiled too, in response.
“That’s the fundamental initial mistake, an experienced Sex Therapist must never do.”
“Oh,” Dr. Rābiyah Gamāl, from Egypt, smiled again, “You mean I lack experience?”
“Of course you do. That’s why I’ve been requested to guide you.”
All the rest twelve female Sex Therapists laughed.
“Doctors,” I kept smiling, “Should I take it as an offer?”
“Well,” Dr. Musarrat Al Jamāl, from QATAR, smiled at me bravely, “that’s what we are promised to.”
The rest of the twelve, Female Sex Therapists were smiling at me significantly.
“I accept the great honor, Doctors, but naturally, for obvious reasons, I can’t be obliged here.”
“Why not?” Dr. Tauħīd Fātimah, from Oman, asked me aggressively.
I raised my hand,
“Doctors, Doctors, please, you haven’t optioned for your great profession just to honor me with your lady love—”
“How do you know?” Dr. Maimūnah Akbar, from Comoros, asked me indignantly.
“Why not? Why the hell can’t I?” Dr. Maimūnah Akbar, from Comoros, was furious, “Isn’t it an honor for me?”
“Doctor, we are deviating from the main subject.” I fidgeted vulnerably.
“She is right, but not here, please!”
“You mean I’ve to come to your bedroom?”
“I’d be honored.”
“You are married, I believe.”
“Sure. My wife won’t mind.”
Dr. Maimūnah Akbar, from Comoros, smiled cynically,
“Thank Allah; I’m not your wife.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s why you are not my wife, Doctor, please, be seated.” I smiled patronizingly.
Dr. Maimūnah Akbar, from Comoros, did not obey.
“I hate your wife.” She said caustically.
“I understand, Doctor. Please, be seated. Thousands of you Musalmān Beauties hate my wife. You are not alone.”
“She’s a hell of a wife.”
“She can’t keep her husband to herself.”
“Actually, what do you want, Doctor?”
“I can’t forgive you ever.” Dr. Maimūnah Akbar, from Comoros, was still burning with emotions, “You rejected me for her. And she doesn’t deserve you.”
“I want to know what I lack. Why did you reject me?”
“Calm down, Doctor!”
“Call me ‘Maimūnah’.”
“Okay, Maimūnah, please calm down now. Forget it, please.”
“Never.” Dr. Maimūnah Akbar, from Comoros, gritted through her teeth. She was clinching and unclenching her fists in abdominal fury, “I— I’m selected even for Nobel Prize, but I can’t recover from the utter humiliation that you rejected me.”
“Dr. Maimūnah Akbar, from Comoros, please, let me explain, darling. I never rejected you.”
“I— I can’t believe you, and you called me ‘darling’?” Dr. Maimūnah Akbar, from Comoros, looked at me incredulously.
“Of course and why shouldn’t I? You’re a darling.”
“Not your darling. Am I?”
“Of course, my darling you are.”
“You mean it?”
“Doubtlessly, I mean it.”
“Then why the hell are you standing there? Why don’t you come to me, hug me and kiss me on my lips and everywhere?”
“I’m honored, darling.”
I marched to her in long confident strides, took her into my arms, hugged her, and kissed her full on her quivering, inviting, Comoros, Årab Musalmān lips.
She kissed me back hungrily.
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