The Cabinet Room
She felt that the meeting in the Cabinet Room should concentrate on Ved Nagar and my Svarūpé Avasthānam only.
On what Evelyn Carter should give to me and expect to receive in return.
Yes, she isn’t certain I’ve attained my Svarūpé Avasthānam.
Neither she is certain there is any stage in human evolution that’s called Svarūpé Avasthānam, Self Synchronization, at all.
There’s only one human society, Hinduism that claims, there exists such a stage in human evolution.
HVSI explains its every meteoric miraculous incredible rise using this extremely incredulous theory.
Evelyn Carter doesn’t believe it’s true.
Well, Lily Turner herself doesn’t believe it.
“You know I can’t.” Lily Turner said almost incensed due to her helplessness.
With this concentration on the immediate subject of concern, there was no need to be burdened by the secretary of agriculture, the secretary of commerce, the secretary of transportation, the attorney general, and other members of President’s staff.
Entering the Cabinet Room, Lily Turner could see at a glance that the necessary officers had been alerted.
They were already on hand.
Lily Turner greeted Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, the secretary of defense and the three officers of the National Security Council.
Then she took the leather chair next to Evelyn Carter’s vacant one.
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās watched me gravely.
“I asked was there any ice to break?” I repeated my question.
“It depends on how you look at it.”
“You went to the table to get acquainted with Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad?”
“If the court please,” Waħīd Murād, the Public Prosecutor, said, “I must insist that the counsel is renowned, infamous rather I must say, to be biased in favor of Musalmān Beauties whosoever she may be. Yet he is surprisingly manifestly unfair to this witness. He is browbeating this witness constantly and trying to put her in a false light before the jury. I want to remind the court, as well as to the defense counsel this woman is a widow. She has been bereaved by the crime of murder committed by―”
“Just a minute, your honor,” I interrupted, smiling, “Mr. Public Prosecutor is arguing the case. There isn’t any question before the court for the Public Prosecutor to argue the case at this time.”
Waħīd Murād was quite angry.
“Nevertheless,” he shouted as if, “I object to having this woman held up in front of this jury as a strumpet, a harlot, a prostitute.”
I smiled patronizing, yet sophisticated.
“And I object, your honor, to having Mrs. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās held up as a mealymouthed, deceptive, persecuted, bereaved widow simply so the prosecutor can play on the sympathies of the jury. It isn’t a theater; neither are we staging a theatrical drama here. It’s a temple of justice and we are fighting here for the life of humankind. One person already has been murdered and we are fighting here to save the life of another.”
Judge Keyser frowned.
“At present there isn’t any question before the court. Therefore, there isn’t any reason whatsoever to make an objection. The jurors are called upon to see the witnesses, to watch their demeanor, their behavior, their conduct on the stand, to form their own opinions as to thefacts.
The prosecutor has one theory of the case and the defense has another. Please try to avoid personalities, gentlemen. You may proceed, Mr. Durgesh.”
By this time, all vestiges, all hints of the fragile, delicate, helpless, bereaved widow had left the witness Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās.
However, her guts were appreciable.
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās was still sitting on the witness chair, slightly forward, still sad, and feigning a widow being intimidated unreasonably.
“Now then,” I attacked her once again, “you saw this letter in your husband’s pocket?”
“It wasn’t a letter, your honor,” she looked at Judge Keyser, “everyone can understand that it was a blackmail demand.”
“Blackmail demand on Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad?” I asked.
“The letter was sent to him.”
“Isn’t it a fact that your third husband, Akram Sultan, had also received a blackmail demand?” I thundered at her.
“I can’t help it.”
“Isn’t it a fact that your second husband, Muħammad Qāsim Ayyūbī, had also received a blackmail demand?” I smiled at her meaningfully.
“I can’t help it.” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās repeated her answer.
“Isn’t it a fact that your first husband, Zāhid Rashīd, had also received a blackmail demand?” I smiled at her once again.
“I can’t help it.” She again repeated.
“All the four envelopes had the return address in the upper left hand corner and the name A. M. Åbbās?”
“How do you know it was blackmail?”
“There was a demand for money in the letter. What do you think; it was an invitation to dance?”
“I can’t answer that question. I’d rather leave it to the jury to draw their own conclusion.”
Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās watched me gravely.
“That’s your privilege.”
“What’s your full name?”
“Will you please abbreviate it?”
“A. M. Åbbās.” She said curtly, “I understand your implication. But I never blackmailed anyone in my life. Neither have I sent any blackmail letter to anyone. Anyone can use my name as a return address to implicate me.”
“Is there a newsstand at the corner by your residence?”
“Yes, there is.”
“Are you familiar with the person who runs it?”*
Lily Turner repeated her question.
“I asked how did your pre-briefing go with Evelyn Carter?”
“It means lousy, useless, worthless, crummy, horrible. Our potential candidate for next President of USA, Ms. Evelyn Carter, didn’t give a damn about Ved Nagar, Svarūpé Avasthānam and Durgesh himself. She only wanted to speak of sex championship contest in Washington D.C. between
“Then our work’s cut out for us.”
“You are forgetting the resources CIA has. Fortunately or unfortunately, I’m somewhat in a position to use those entire resources for the benefits of USA. Even the President of USA himself has given us the permission, let alone the Director of CIA. I never believe anyone of my Musalmān women friends too, as the President of USA has instructed us, rather has imposed the condition on us, without investigating about them thoroughly.”
“I agree with Lily Turner.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said severely, “That’s why I cancelled everyone else. Ved Nagar is the dream city of Vedic Monotheist Hindus. Durgesh has succeeded in their dreams getting true. He is a Parahuman and Ved Nagar is full of Posthumans.”
“Nonsense.” Evelyn Carter said.
“You must be crazy, Lily.” Evelyn Carter said tersely, “I know Durgesh more than you. He and his adroit followers Vedic Monotheist Hindus are number one liars, number one rumor spreaders. They believe that spreading rumors is Dharm Yuddh, the holy war, a Crusade.”*
Lily Turner smiled.
“I wanted to concentrate on what’s waiting for you at lunch.”
Evelyn Carter controlled herself.
Now she appeared suddenly surprisingly to be in good humor.
She brushed back her hair, grinned at the assemblage, and watched all of them impishly deliberately.
Lily Turner realized her strategy.
She reminded Evelyn Carter gravely.
“We have been discussing your lunch with Durgesh.”
“Is it going to be a long lunch?” Evelyn Carter asked delinquently.
“It doesn’t have to be.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, assured her, “After some filling gap talk with the ever richest person in the entire history of humankind, you can wind up lunch and we’ll move into the Yellow Oval Room. The President would be busy elsewhere with Valéry Giscard d’Estaing, the President of France. He has instructed us already to be there in Yellow Oval Room.”
“That can be strictly business?”
“That can be strictly business.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā said.
“I just wanted to know because I didn’t want to miss the big contest.” Evelyn Carter explained.
“You’ll have plenty of time for that,” Lily Turner promised, “This lunch and meeting with the former head of Hindu Vishv Underground is scheduled to last one and a half hours. Then Miss USA, Margaret Kennedy, is scheduled to accompany Durgesh to the opening of the Ashvinatam Museum expecting Durgesh to say a few words, maybe five minutes’ worth, about an important fund raiser. That’ll give you plenty of time to get back for the contest.”
Evelyn Carter surveyed the Cabinet Room.
“I see a lot of our friends are missing. You’ve brought in only the big brass.”
“Deliberate,” said Lily Turner simply, “Since you are going to be bargaining with the ever sexiest Vedic Monotheist Hindu, we wanted our full concentration to be devoted to a treaty with Ved Nagar/Trantor.”*
“Fair enough.” She said.
“The fact you have to remember is not that Durgesh is the Mayor of Ved Nagar/Trantor now. He was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground too. Hindu Vishv Underground was an underground organization of revolutionaries who were actually behind the independence of India.”
“That doesn’t exist now?” Evelyn Carter smiled sarcastically.
“CIA suspects that it does exist now as Ved Nagar/Trantor instead of its said dissolution into Vyom, interspace.” Lily Turner said curtly. “Our former station head at Ved Nagar/Trantor, Della Turner, and our present station head, Akhilésh M. Āgnéý there, both have reported the importance of Ved Nagar/Trantor. We suspect it isn’t only a city in India. It’s actually Hindu Vishv Underground in its new present supreme developed form.”
Evelyn Carter smiled.
“Any evidence that our suspicion may be true?”
“That’s what you have to find out.” Lily Turner said.
She was twenty-one.
“The fact,” Lily Turner said, “that your younger sister, Rukħsānah Carter, is also in the same university as Kħadījah Muħammad was in, will give you something in common to talk about before you settle down to the nitty-gritty. Durgesh loves Kħadījah Muħammad even more than his duly married wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.”
Now, Evelyn Carter too nodded.
“Alright, what’s the nitty-gritty?”
She tore it loose and came around the table to Evelyn Carter.
“Nellie Adams, take my seat and give me yours. This will make it easier for me to explain a map of Indian sub continent and beyond that I’ve been drawing.”
The exchange was made.
“That’s the reason I called you in today. You are the one closest to Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad. I have naturally to discuss the problem with you.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā cleared her throat and looked into Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg’s beautiful Iranian Shiå Musalmān eys, “I saw Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad late yesterday. I outlined one final time what had to be done. He approved, approved of the surgery. This morning, first thing, he telephoned me. He has changed his mind. He is turning down the operation.”
“He is what? Salīm won’t go through it? I didn’t talk to him this morning. He was still asleep. I haven’t heard about it naturally. It makes no sense. Are you sure, Doctor? We had agreed surgery was his only chance.”
“Apparently, Salīm now doesn’t think so. He now thinks there’s a better course. Have you seen this morning’s paper?”
Nūrjahān surveyed the front page.
She was more bewildered than ever.
“There’s just some headline about Madīnah Munawwarah.”
Turn to page three. Read the full story.”
Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg opened the paper.
The headline hit her.
The story that followed was bylined by great Bābarah Åālamgīr.
It was datelined Paris.
Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg calmly, patiently, read the news story.
When she was through, she folded the paper patiently, neatly, and put it on the desk.
She met the beautiful eyes of Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā.
Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg was aghast, stunned, as the full import of what was happening struck her.
“Yes, that’s the news.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā said.
“News? Hell. The hallucination of some crazy uneducated/under educated Musalmīn. It might be some deliberate political strategy of Pseudo Musalmīn too to compensate the anti Musalmīn anti Islam trend, propelled by Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors. Are you telling me Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad has read it and believes in this nonsense?”
“Yes.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā admitted.
Evelyn Carter watched it.
“A crude drawing of the Indian Sub Continent. It highlights our major Eīshān Vaigyānic bases that help us contain any overenthusiasm that may occur in India, Pakistan, Shri Lanka, nd Afghanistan.” Using her pen as a pointer on the map, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā resumed, “As you can see, our potential Presidential candidate for the next term, this Eīshān Vaigyānic base of ours there in Pakistan has three major wings: Sunnī, Shiå and Aħmadī. Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā is the Commander of our Sunnī Eīshān Vaigyānic base. It is unfortunate that Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā doesn’t have even the citizenship of Pakistan. She is still a Turk Musalmān Beauty. Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg is the Commander of our Shiå Eīshān Vaigyānic base. What a tragedy it is that as Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā, Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg too isn’t a Pakistani citizen. Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg is still a proud Iranian. We have only an Aħmadī Musalmān Beauty as our Aħmadī Eīshān Vaigyānic base at Pakistan that’s a citizen of Pakistan.”
Evelyn Carter smiled.
“How the hell you think Durgesh can help us in improving it?”
“He can permit us to have similar three Eīshān Vaigyānic bases in Ved Nagar: Sunnī Eīshān Vaigyānic base, Shiå Eīshān Vaigyānic base and Aħmadī Eīshān Vaigyānic base. He is the Mayor of the dream city Ved Nagar.”
“Do you really believe in Eīshān Vigyān?”
“Allah,” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā looked at her entirely disgruntled. “Don’t tell us you don’t deserve the post we are preparing you for.”
“Shame on you, Evelyn Carter,” Lily Turner said curtly, “you are more interested in the sex championship contest between Musalmān Beauties and Christian Beauties, than you are interested in your preparation for what we want you to be.”
“Go to hell your Nafīsah Salmān and you both. I say Nafīsah Salmān has succeeded in getting Durgesh. Her ambition has been attained. She is living now in your so-called dream city, Ved Nagar/Trantor. If it’s really a dream city as you claim it to be, why the hell Nafīsah Salmān would risk her golden fortune by helping us, instead of working for HVSI? Durgesh is her Live in Relationship Partner now. Nafīsah Salmān isn’t a fool to risk the golden opportunity of her life. No one would. Even I wouldn’t if I were in her shoes.”
“So this is the reason you are not interested in the strategies we are suggesting?” Lily Turner was furious now.
“Well, why should I?”
Evelyn Carter stared at the map.
“An area, a large area you’ve colored in green and saffron, and two small ones.”
“And you want one there?”
“Don’t you?” now it was Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense.
Moreover, Nellie Adams was furious.
“Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense,” Evelyn Carter laughed sarcastically, “Don’t pretend to be righteous enough to be more interested in anything else instead in sex with Durgesh. Didn’t you yourself rape Durgesh because he wasn’t leaving Dr. Åārifah Mustafā?”
“I raped him because he was deliberately ignoring me.” Nellie Adams shouted, “It doesn’t mean I’m as disinterested in my country and in Christianity as the hell you are. I am ashamed of you, Evelyn Carter.”
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Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf smiled.
“I don’t think our government understands why Durgesh visits us usually when some important guest of honor visits us.”
Lily Turner retorted.
“Oh, don’t tell us we understand our problems more than even our government does.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf laughed,
“Well, young ladies, I never claimed such an absurdity.”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā laughed too.
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf retorted once more.
“Only because Durgesh is neither the President nor the Prime Minister of India, his importance isn’t less than them. His Svarūpé Avasthānam has made him the most important man on the entire globe.”
“If it is true.” Lily Turner said critically.
Lily Turner was smiling bitterly.
“Well,” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said gravely at length, “even Evelyn Carter isn’t sure of Durgesh’s Svarūpé Avasthānam. He can very well play some diplomatic political game himself.”
“Hindu Vishv Underground may still exist somewhere.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said, “And if it is so, USA has to be more cautious and more vigilant in protecting her own interests.”
Lily Turner watched both of them gravely.
Durgesh was a very complex man.
Yes, he was born on 1949, and as such, he is only twenty-eight now.
It was the underground organization actually that caused the independence of India.
No Vyom is there anywhere.
Durgesh is playing his deepest political game resorting to these spectacular theories of Utmost Ultramodern Science.
Lily Turner watched both Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, and Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, gravely.
“Evelyn Carter must be made to understand that she has to convince our President of the immense importance of Durgesh.”
“How?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, asked, “how can she convince President, Jimmy Carter, that Durgesh has attained his Svarūpé Avasthānam ?”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said.
“There’s a cabinet meeting scheduled before Evelyn Carter has lunch with Durgesh. Our Evelyn Carter is especially invited in that cabinet meeting as a special privileged person.”
Both Lily Turner and Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, looked at each other.
“Well?” both of them asked Dr. Åārifah Mustafā simultaneously.
“We can pound the facts, and our goal, in her head before that.”
“All right,” said Lily Turner, “let’s be sure we have it all exactly together before we try to brief her.”
She twisted toward her assistant.
“Wājidah Altāf, you have copies of our memorandum on Svarūpé Avasthānam and Hindu Vishv Underground. Want to pass them out?”
Wājidah Altāf stood up.
No more than five feet two, Durgesh had said, with a tremendous pair of boobs for one so medium.
Lily Turner pictured Wājidah Altāf with me, as I liked to see her, nude and acrobatic.
Lily Turner suspected there must be something more behind my Musalmān Beauties obsession.
It couldn’t be sex only.
She knew I was more under the ground than I was on it.
Lily Turner had observed previously when Wājidah Altāf was handing a memorandum to me; she squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis deliberately being cautious of Lily Turner, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā that they couldn’t see it.
Lily Turner knew by her own experiences that I loved my Uncut Hindu Penis squeezed seductively and invitingly by not only Musalmān Beauties but by Lily Turner too.
I was an incurable sexiest Hindu she had met and heard of anywhere.
Almost every country knew I was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground before it ‘dissolved into Vyom’.
Yet no country was there that did deal with me indirectly, instead of dealing with me directly.
They believed their beautiful young ladies could get from me more for the respective countries than their politicians could.
Wājidah Altāf handed the memorandum to Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner deliberately encouraged her American Musalmān girlfriends whether Wahābī, Sunnī, Shiå or Aħmadī.
She had reached to the decision that it was needed to keep me under her control more effectively.
She couldn’t forget the pleasure on my face and in my eyes, when I fixed my eyes on their undulating backside.
‘Unforgettable cushions of love’, I had commented to Lily Turner once, ‘when I hold each buttock in one palm.’
Remembering my wild reactions, Lily Turner was beginning to get wet.
Lily Turner didn’t get wet very often even with her husband, but always even remembering me.
She knew Evelyn Carter also had the same reactions.
These Vedic Monotheist Hindus, they are sexiest even than the rest of the Hindus.
She controlled herself and brought up sharp info the reality of the morning.
“Ved Nagar,” announced Lily Turner, “Let’s get right into it.”
“All set,” said Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner sat back a moment.
“Let’s ignore the intermediation of Evelyn Carter for a moment. Does the President know anything about it?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, leaned forward.
“A little. Mr. President thinks he has other more important things to know about quite in detail.”
Lily Turner nodded.
“Then you have to request Evelyn Carter to brief Mr. President thoroughly, simply, but thoroughly.”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said,
“We’ve got two opportunities. I’m meeting with Evelyn Carter shortly in the Oval Office. Then again after that at a full cabinet meeting.”
“And Evelyn Carter meets with Durgesh at noon.” Lily Turner said thoughtfully.
“At twelve thirty,” said Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, “for lunch and talk. I’ll be in attendance and so will be Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.”
“Very well,” said Lily Turner, “Right off you should prepare the stage, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf. Locate Ved Nagar to Evelyn Carter for Mr. President.”
“I think Mr. President knows where it is.”
“Make sure.” Said Lily Turner, “Be as precise as possible. Emphasize that Ved Nagar isn’t less important than Vatican and Makkah Mukarramah. Instead, I think, in view of Svarūpé Avasthānam of Durgesh, Ved Nagar is even far more important than Vatican and Makkah Mukarramah.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, nodded gravely.
Lily Turner said.
“Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, they are trying to put their own person as Chief of Staff of White House. We want you there permanently.”
“Isn’t it a matter to be decided by Mr. President himself?”
“Of course it is, of course it is.” Lily Turner smiled appreciatively, “Of course, Mr. President himself would take the final decision. But we have to see he must be properly advised of the pros and cons of the matter. Shouldn’t we?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, smiled suavely.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Mr. President has got to know the immense importance of Ved Nagar. Ved Nagar isn’t a country. But it has Durgesh as its Mayor. Remember Durgesh was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground that he claims to dissolve into Vyom.”
“Do you suspect that Ved Nagar is actually Hindu Vishv Underground now in the open?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, suddenly asked gravely.
“Can you guarantee it can’t be?” Lily Turner watched her scrutinizing sharply.
“Well,” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf hesitated somewhat.
“Yes, come on. Tell me. Can you guarantee it can’t be?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf shook her head,
Lily Turner looked at Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Wājidah Altāf.
“Mr. President has got to know the importance of the fact that Durgesh is the Mayor of Ved Nagar. Evelyn Carter must be made to understand how it will complete our defense perimeter.”
“I’ll take care of that,” promised Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner was uncertain,
“What Evelyn Carter achieves with Durgesh is vital to our interests.” She began thumbing through the papers on the desk of CIA Director. “At the same time, Evelyn Carter must be made aware of what kind of resistance she can expect from Durgesh.”
“Because Evelyn Carter isn’t a Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Musalmān Beauty?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, teased Lily Turner.
“I don’t know.” Lily Turner winked at her, “maybe it’s Evelyn Carter’s own incompetence.”
“As a young American Beauty?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also winked at Lily Turner.
Lily Turner laughed.
“Do you expect much resistance from Durgesh?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, asked gravely.
“I can’t say.” Lily Turner found the sheet of paper she had been hunting. “Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, our CIA station head at Ved Nagar, gave me a rundown on personal views of Durgesh about Evelyn Carter.”
“And you believe them?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā said sharply.
“Well, I do understand both Durgesh and Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA station head at Ved Nagar, might be playing their own game. But what the hell another alternative we have?”
“Remove Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA Station Head at Ved Nagar, from that very important post.” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, advised curtly, “Some American citizen must be there, not an Indian.”
“Well, yes, our previous CIA Station Head at Ved Nagar, Della Turner, recommended Akhilésh M. Āgnéý for that post, but we should never forget that he is Sarvochch Dévarshi in Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also said.
“What do you want to say?” Lily Turner asked them curtly, “Akhilésh M. Āgnéý can deliberately deceive us?”
“Not deliberately, not deliberately.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, raised her right hand to keep Lily Turner in her pants, “but you can’t guarantee the first loyalty of the Vedic Monotheist Hindus is to USA.”*
Lily Turner said gravely.
“I’ll give you, however, the essence of the sketch Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA station head at Ved Nagar, provided to us. Durgesh doesn’t differentiate Evelyn Carter from his other Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners. However, there are natural scientific differences among Evelyn Carter and Durgesh’s other Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners. Durgesh can’t help us in this matter.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, looked at each other.
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, smiled,
“Lily, you were asking me once, why there’s restriction in Islam in Al Qur’an Al Karīm 2: 221:
‘Wa lā tankiħū almushrikāti ħattā yu’minn’
‘And do not marry polytheistic women until they bring īmān.’
― Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2: 221”
“Now you are talking of scientific and natural differences between the Muslimāt and the non Muslimāt.”
“It’s what Durgesh believes in, not I.” Lily Turner smiled condescendingly, “So don’t try to impose what Durgesh believes in, on me. Moreover, I didn’t ask about this restriction in Al Qur’an Al Karīm 2: 221 only. According to Al Tārīkħ Al Islam, the entire Musalmīn were expressly ordered to divorce their entire wives who weren’t Muslimāt and refused to surrender to Islam. A large number of Non Muslimāt were forced to be divorced their duly married Musalmān husbands who were not Musalmīn when they married them. Wasn’t it a great injustice to them?”