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He smiled sophisticatedly.
“The one, I am fucking now, is my mother, my Ammī.”
All my five extremely beautiful mares watched the ‘animal’ suppressing their immense surprise.
He was fucking his own real Ammī, proudly, as I was fucking all the five of them.
“She sucked me when I was only a small boy. Whenever she bathed me, she always sucked my penis. My father is her real brother.”
“Where is that great person now?” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī controlled herself with tremendous efforts so that she could keep her infinite hatred for him, away from her voice.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, pulled her still glorious nude Musalmān bottom from her son’s Hindu male lap, let his penis out of her still tight Musalmān Cunt.
It was shining from the reflected light his Ammī’s vaginal juices were reflecting from his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
All the five of my extremely beautiful nude mares were controlling themselves with immense efforts.
Allah, these entire creations think it’s the ever best love between a mother and her son.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr thought.
Are they crazy?
“My Brother? Well! He has his own daughters now to take care of.” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, “they are adult now themselves. They too need his masculine attention.”
“I understand.” Padminī Bhārgav cooed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squeezed her arm.
“Your Excellency,” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī tried to smile energetically, “you requested that you want now your Just Eighteen Just Adult young girls to be inaugurated by Durgesh, on their eighteenth birthday. Why such a departure from your long established tradition, if I may ask?”
Padminī Bhārgav cooed again,
“I too want to know that, Your Excellency, if you don’t mind.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, and stared at her harshly.
“It is the only condition we’d allow Ved Nagar to open its embassy in our Creations. You have already accepted it. Otherwise we have never allowed your delegation, at all.”*
It was the most surprising factor for Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor that none of us had any weapon with us.
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb had already told her that she could manage everything.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor believed Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb blindly.
She was in Makkah Mukarramah when Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had died.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor herself saw with her own eyes how Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made the impossible possible.
She was the Chief Wife of then Oil King of Saåūdī Årab, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
He had compelled Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb to marry him despite she hated him.
She boldly unzipped me in her husband’s funeral and gave me a grand blowjob under open sky openly to disgrace Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī’s funeral.
Moreover, she made entire four widows and fifty two real daughters of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī not only to do the same with Durgesh, but have open oral, vaginal and even anal sex with Durgesh.
It was a great celebration of her husband’s death she celebrated.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor still remembered, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb came their in her Cadillac Limousine, and so did the other entire Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
Each of them owned their own Cadillac Limousine.
Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had himself gifted them those wonderful Cadillac Limousines in his lifetime.
Yet, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made all of them to disgrace the funeral of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
She still remember each and every word that Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb
Said in her announcement when the religious police of Makkah Mukarramah tried to stop it,
“Every religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah is hereby warned that his/her entire Musalmān houseladies are with Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. This Jahannum-rashīd shaitān, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī , hasn’t given any human rights to any Musalmān Beauty. We want to celebrate his Jahannumī death by humiliating his dead body openly. One by one, his every sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady would come forward and would suck and fuck Durgesh under open sky. It’s our Guard of Honor to this shaitān.”
What a lady!
What a grand lady!
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had managed to bring her to Everbest Wives Creations.
She needed her.*
Despite what Saåīdah Yåqūb had said she didn’t do a very good job of pretending nothing was different.
I was the one watching her now instead of the other way around.
It wasn’t just paranoia.
She had watched me long enough to notice me doing the same to her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for a while, again hoping that time would take care of her problems for me; but of course it didn’t.
“I thought you said things weren’t going to change,” I said abruptly as we were eating breakfast.
“What?” Saåīdah Yåqūb looked up at me confused.
“Look, I know you made things all weird but could you at least not stare at me so much.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed away from the table and headed to her room without giving me a chance to respond.
She was getting upset more easily these days.
What she really needed was to talk to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to call Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
She picked up almost immediately and agreed to come to Saåīdah Yåqūb for a few hours.
She said she would bring her swimsuit so that they could hang out by the pool.
Saåīdah Yåqūb headed back to the kitchen.
She was surprised to find that I was still sitting there.
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m sorry. I did say I would pretend it never happened, but I can’t. It is dangerous to your health, morals and character. I can’t let you destroy yourself.” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up her dishes as well as mine and set them on the counter.
“Fine, whatever,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said.
Strangely it didn’t bother her so much once I said it out loud.
Now, at least there was a certainty to it now.
“I too can’t stop thinking about you, even in my dreams.” Saåīdah Yåqūb said, “I don’t know how you put up with it.”
That did stop me.
This was taking a very different turn from what I expected.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Her hand was developing a slight tremble it got when she was nervous.
“What do you think?” she controlled herself somewhat.
Despite she was Just Eighteen Just Adult Saåīdah Yåqūb was a brilliant student of human psychology as her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān herself was.
That’s why she didn’t weep when she found her husband failed right there in her Shab-e-Ůrūsī, her very Golden Night itself.
She punished Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb by immediately fucking me right there before his eyes.
Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb was shocked and horrified.
He had never imagined he had married a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lioness.
His newly wedded Just Eighteen Just Adult wife cuckolded him to us both right there in his Golden Night.
“I mean you’re beautiful, Saåīdah Yåqūb.” I smiled, “I know I shouldn’t but I keep picturing you naked on your bed.”
I was standing right behind Saåīdah Yåqūb.
She turned around toward me.
“Don’t mess with me, don’t you dare,” she whimpered.
“Never. I’m not.” I smiled, “Never be afraid of me.”
I brushed her hair back out of her face as we looked at each other.
We moved to each other at the same instant and her eyes closed as our lips met.
It was so much better than all the times she had imagined it.
My strong utmost experienced Hindu arms wrapped around her glorious Musalmān back and pulled her close as our kiss seemed to go on and on.
She was aggressive in kissing me with all her femininity.
It was long passionate ashvinātam kiss of not a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girl, of a fully grown Musalmān woman instead that understood what was right for her and what was wrong.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had grown mentally more as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had when she seduced me deliberately to revenge her own Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.*
Suddenly Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed me away and backed off.
She looked at me uncomprehendingly, vacantly, blankly, and took a hesitant step toward me.
“I’m sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb, you shouldn’t have done that,” I said.
“What the hell? Why not? It’s okay by me still now, it’s really okay.”
“I’m already sixty five. You compelled me to respond to your immense aggressiveness.”
She took another step but I backed off further.
The momentary happiness that had been building inside her was crashing down now.
Why was Durgesh doing this to her?
She fled upstairs.*
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān showed up shortly after and found Saåīdah Yåqūb with her arms wrapped around her knees still on the kitchen floor.
Saåīdah Yåqūb told her everything about what happened with me, all the details as best as she could remember.
She didn’t say anything until Saåīdah Yåqūb finished.
“You know you can stay with me for a while if you want, until this blows over,” she offered. “It might help to get some distance from Durgesh. You are in love with your own Ammī’s Hindu lover. Well, you are not alone. So many of us Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties have done it. Most of them are living now happily with their Ammīs as their co wives.”
“Thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, I think I’m okay though. Maybe this was what I needed, a sign that I need to stop obsessing over my ever over ethical Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.”
She wasn’t really feeling as good as she pretended to be but Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t want to worry Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān too much with her problems.
They put their bikinis on and went outside where they lay down on two of the loungers that were side by side.
It didn’t take Saåīdah Yåqūb long to notice movement in one of the windows on the second floor of the house.
I was still keeping an eye on Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was more necessary now after she kissed me so long, so aggressively, so unashamed of it.
“Allah,” Saåīdah Yåqūb muttered.
“What?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān responded.
“He’s up there watching us, even after what I just did. Probably thinks I don’t see him.”
To her credit Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t look straight toward the window to give away they knew I was there.
Instead she casually stretched out and moved her head enough to get a look at the window.
“Are you sure? I don’t see anything,” she said.
“Trust me, he’s there.”
“He is taking care of you, I’m sure.”
“Idiot, the best way he can take care of me, is to fuck me, doesn’t he know?” Saåīdah Yåqūb said scornfully, “He is acting as if my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt is not a cunt, a burning furnace instead that will burn his damn Uncut Hindu Lund entirely into dust, once it’s there inside.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“You are desperate that Durgesh hasn’t fucked you already.”
“Well, what the hell I lack, yār? I watched him fucking my Ammī, her sisters, her cousins, her friends right since I didn’t even understand what it actually was. I was fascinated. The fascination turned into obsession and immense love gradually eventually. When? I don’t know. The way Durgesh handles us, the way Durgesh fucks us Musalmān Beauties, is just beyond even our wildest imagination. What’s wrong there if I want him to do the same to me? Isn’t it natural?”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“The multi zillionaire Hindu playboy thinks we are still immature when we are Just Eighteen Just Adult. We can’t differentiate between infatuation and love. He thinks we are actually infatuated to him. We don’t understand the gravity of sex life.”
“Even if it is so, why can’t he just fuck us and forget,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said furiously, “as we do in his damn bright opinion?”
“Well, he thinks sex is a divine thing. It should never be taken so lightly.”
“Damn him. I blamed the Musalmān Beauties who raped Durgesh once, not now. He deserves to be raped constantly. He is too proud of his unique legendary sex prowess.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān looked at Saåīdah Yåqūb quite stunned and horrified.*
An idea was forming in her head.
If I wanted to watch them, then they would give me what I wanted.*
Anyone could judge Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor if s/he wanted to, but Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was never ashamed of herself.
If Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt for one second that her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, who was nineteen, by the way-wasn’t participating willingly, then Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had put an end to it. To the contrary, her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had always given every sign of enjoying their sessions and had never spoken a word to Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor of having second thoughts.
All the proof Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor needed was to see and feel the steel hardness of his Hindu erection when Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, were alone together and the incredible sensation when her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, cum inside her wet ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Now, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor couldn’t really say whose idea it was in the beginning.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had never talked about it.
Maybe it just happened and wasn’t anybody’s preconceived idea.
However, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could say this from her perspective: There were several times in the years leading up to the first time they had sex where Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor lusted after her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, even while I was always fucking her wildly.
But that first day?
She didn’t wake up thinking,
‘I have to screw my son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, today.’
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was forty-one and, yes, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor admitted to being more than a little concerned about whether Durgesh still find her attractive.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor never wanted to live on Durgesh’s sympathy.
She still loved me exclusively, but she married her Hindu brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, despite it, didn’t she?
I looked at Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gravely.
“You’d promised me, Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, not to marry your real brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, if I never release you from my nude Hindu male lap.”*
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and flipped over onto her stomach.
“Hey Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, can you do my back?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked as Saåīdah Yåqūb undid the string on her top.
Her hands rubbed the sunscreen delicately over Saåīdah Yåqūb’s back, being far more thorough than necessary.
Saåīdah Yåqūb folded her arms under her head and closed her eyes as Saåīdah Yåqūb let her work.
She wasn’t shy about where she touched.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān spent a long time on Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gorgeous Musalmān ass before finally finishing off on her legs.
“You want me to do your front too?” she asked.
“I think maybe you’re enjoying this,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said with a smile as she turned back over.
“Maybe a little,” she admitted.
Saåīdah Yåqūb pulled her bikini top off and dropped it on the ground beside Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān sucked in her breath softly as Saåīdah Yåqūb’s naked Musalmān breasts were uncovered right in front of Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Neither of Saåīdah Yåqūb and Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was particularly into girls, but Saåīdah Yåqūb had to admit Saåīdah Yåqūb was kind of enjoying the attention, and if Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was having fun too that was fine with Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Once again Saåīdah Yåqūb closed her eyes and let Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān proceed at her own pace.
At first she traced the faint tan lines that had developed on her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts from always being covered, but soon she was rubbing them with her entire palm.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had to know what they were doing by now, but that was okay.
The main thing was to show Saåīdah Yåqūb what Saåīdah Yåqūb was missing.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān eventually moved onto her stomach before finishing off on her legs again.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān leaned down to Saåīdah Yåqūb’s ear before Saåīdah Yåqūb got up, and whispered to Saåīdah Yåqūb.
“Think that’s enough?”
“Mm-hm, thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb whispered back.
As she was straightening back up she paused and leaned back toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Her lips brushed Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gently then pulled away again so quickly Saåīdah Yåqūb barely understood what happened.
“Just for good measure,” she said as she returned to her seat.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t bother locking her door that night.
If Durgesh came in, it would mean Saåīdah Yåqūb had gotten me, and honestly Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t really care if I caught Saåīdah Yåqūb masturbating again.
It would bother me more than Saåīdah Yåqūb anyway.
Sure enough just as Saåīdah Yåqūb was getting ready to go to sleep, the door swung open followed by her dream man, me. Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t even fazed this time when I saw that Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked.
“You’re not playing fair, Saåīdah Yåqūb,” I said.
“All’s fair in love and war, my dear Hindu Stepfather.”
“And what is this?” I asked, clearly staring at her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts.
“Right now? Love and War. Both.”
It turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on to have me watching her openly with no pretense between us.
Saåīdah Yåqūb could feel, Saåīdah Yåqūb was close to getting everything Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get.
My sixty five years utmost experienced Hindu eyes followed her hand as it strayed back down to her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and stroked it softly.
“You know we can’t, right? There’s stuff we just can’t do,” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was trying to convince herself as much as me that I was in her room was evidence enough Saåīdah Yåqūb was succeeding.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to see how far Saåīdah Yåqūb could push me.
“If you’re gonna stay, you have to let me see your unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund,” Saåīdah Yåqūb told me boldly.
“I don’t mind if you want to watch me nude, masturbating myself, but I’m determined that I won’t allow you get a free show.”
I controlled myself as her finger slipped into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
If I stayed there, it would be a victory for Saåīdah Yåqūb and we both knew it.
Yet, the question was whether Saåīdah Yåqūb had enough willpower left to let me leave.
What the hell her reaction would be?
It was even more than obvious now to me that it wasn’t mere her infatuation for me now.
She might be Just Eighteen Just Adult, but it was her exclusive love for me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb really loved me exclusively despite Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
It would never be good for her to masturbate anymore imagining my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Let her see it now.
Saåīdah Yåqūb needed it very much.
Yes, Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yes, I’m sixty five now.
But it was now only myself that could satisfy her sexually, none else.
“It’s just looking,” I said, trying to convince Saåīdah Yåqūb. “No touching or anything. Just watching each other, that’s all. Okay? You won’t do anything more?”
Abruptly I reached down and undid my belt.
Saåīdah Yåqūb tried not to smile triumphantly too widely, but it was difficult.
Soon my pants were around my knees and I sat down confidently on the bed beside Saåīdah Yåqūb, trying to find a position that let her see me without getting too close.
Saåīdah Yåqūb saw I was almost fully hard already just from watching Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Saåīdah Yåqūb felt her ardent Musalmān clit throb as it finished stiffening before Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was the first time Saåīdah Yåqūb had actually seen my unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund even after all the times Saåīdah Yåqūb had imagined it.
Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was getting so wet that her finger was making squishing sounds and Saåīdah Yåqūb soon added a second.
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed my Hindu erection as Saåīdah Yåqūb played with herself and began stroking it.
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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
Zāhidah Salmān kī kħushī chhupāyé nahīn chhup rahī thī.
Zubayr Yūsuf ko jo kħauf khāyé jā rahā thā, voh Zāhidah Salmān bhī kħūb achchhī taraħ samajh rahī thī.
Lékin aaj hī to Zāhidah Salmān ko mauqā milā thā.
Bahut burī taraħ béizzat kiyā thā Zubayr Yūsuf né Zāhidah Salmān kī Ammī ko.
“Ék Hindu sé, ék kāfir sé chudvāné wālī béħayā Musalmān åurat kyā jāné ki īmān par mar miŧnā kyā hotā hai.”
Yah kahā thā Zubayr Yūsuf né uskī Ammī ké mutålliq.
Ab Zāhidah Salmān dikhāyégī Zubayr Yūsuf ko, ki uské apné kħāndān kī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sharīfzādiyān kħud kitnī pāgal hain Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund apnī chust kasī huī Musalmān Chooton ké andar jađ tak nigalné, aur qayāmat tak niglī rahné ké liyé.
“Zubayr Yūsuf Bhāījān,” Zāhidah Salmān phir chahkī, “Durgesh aaj vāqaåī aa rahé hain?”
“Yah sawāl tum mujhsé savéré sé ab tak lātådād martabah kar chukī ho. Kyā baat hai? Jaisé jaisé Durgesh ké aané kā vaqt ho rahā hai, tumhārī bahādurī kā janāzah niklā jā rahā hai?”
“Main āpkī ānkhon ké sāmné chudvā kar dikhāūngī Durgesh sé.”
Zubayr Yūsuf ék tanziyah hansī hansā.
“Main kħud Durgesh par mārtī hūn.”
“To abhī tak jhakh kyon maar rahī thien? Us Hindu Sex maniac sé chudvā saknā kyā tum jaisī qayāmatkħéz Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ħusnparī ké liyé bhī dushwār thā?”
“Yahī to maslah hai, Bhāījān.”
“Kyā matlab? What the hell you mean?”
“Āp tamām Pseudo Musalmīn yah samajhté hain ki koī bhī balā kī ħasīn naujawān Musalmān åurat, jab uskā jī chāhé, bađī āsānī sé Durgesh sé chudvā saktī hai.”
“Chudvā nahīn saktī, chudvātī hai. Samjhīn?” Zubayr Yūsuf ék talkħ hansī hansā, “Har balā kī ħasīn naujawān Musalmān åurat Durgesh sé chudvātī hai.”
“Jis taraħ Taħannus Bhābhījān aur Rukħsānah Salmān Bājī Durgesh sé chudvātī hain?”
“Āpné kħud apnī ānkhon sé dékhā hai Taħannus Bhābhījān ko kabhī Durgesh sé chudvāté?”
“Main tumhāré bāp, Salmān Khan māmū jaisā béghairat nahīn hūn.”*
Zāhidah Salmān ké tan badan mein aag lag gaī.
Apné vālid Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan sé béħad muħabbat kartī thī Zāhidah Salmān.
Aur Zāhidah Salmān hī kyon, Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan kī tamām béŧiyān unsé bépanāh muħabbat kartī thien.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan kī taraħ ék misālī zindagī jīnā chāhté thé Zāhidah Salmān ké Abbū, Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan ké role model thé Mustafā Kemāl Atāturk.
Jis taraħ Turkey mein Jamhūriyat lāī thī Mustafā Kemāl Atāturk né, Imām Muħammad Ħasan bhī usī taraħ Jamhūriyat lānā chāhté hain, lékin kisī ék mulk mein nahīn, tamām Islamī mumālik mein.
Yahī wajah thī ki Imām Muħammad Ħasan Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan ké role model ban chuké thé.
Sirf itnā hī nahīn, Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan né bāqāyedah ék taħrīk bhī shurū kar dī thī, Al Taħrīk Al Jamhūriyat Al Islam.
Pūjā Agnihotrī tađap kar uŧh khađī huī.
“Kyā kahā? Tumhārī yah majāl?”
“Apnī māmūzād bahan ko nahīn kahogī kuchh? Sabīħah Salmān kis taraħ chūs rahī thī Durgesh Jījū kā Uncut Hindu Lund? Tumhīn né ākar batāyā thā na mujhé? Aur zabardastī khīnch kar lé gaī thien mujhé voh sab dikhāné?” Arvind Pāŧhak né muskurāté hué apnī naī navélī sophisticated Brāhmañ patnī ko chhéđā.
Usko pūrā yaqīn thā ki Pūjā Agnihotrī usé kunwārī nahīn milī hai.
Is zamāné mein koī lađkī aŧŧhāis saal tak kunwārī rahé, itnā pāgal nahīn thā Arvind Pāŧhak ki isé sach samajhtā.
“Dékho Pūjā,” usné shādī sé pahlé hī saaf saaf apnī honé wālī bīwī, Pūjā Agnihotrī, sé kah diyā thā, “Durgesh Jījū sé jismānī tålluqāt aaj ék åām bāt ho gaī hai. Durgesh Jījū ké ålāvā agar kisī sé tumhāré tålluqāt rahé hon, to mujhé batā do.”
Pūjā Agnihotrī né nihāyat hī hamdardī ké sāth apné honé wālé pati par nigāh dālī thī.
“Yånī Durgesh Jījū ké sāth méré jismānī tålluqāt par tumko koī åetrāz nahīn hai? Thank you. Thank you very much.”
Arvind Pāŧhak né bađī mushkil sé apné āp ko sambhālā.
“Shādī ké båd tum sirf Durgesh Jījū ké sāth apné aésé tålluqāt jārī rakh saktī ho, méré ålāvā, aur kisī ké sāth hargiz nahīn.”
Pūjā Agnihotrī hansī thī.
“Bahut darté ho Durgesh Jījū sé?”
“Bahut izzat kartā hūn unkī.” Arvind Pāŧhak né nihāyat hī pursukūn lahjé mein jawāb diyā, “Durgesh Jījū mérī saat sagī bahnon aur kaī mamérī, chachérī, phuphérī aur mausérī bahnon ké iklauté live in relationship partner hain. Méré pūré kħāndān par anékon aħsānāt hain Durgesh Jījū ké.”
“Kitnī bahnén hain tumhārī jo is taraħ Durgesh Jījū kī live in relationship partner ban sakné mein kāmyāb ho chukī hain?” Pūjā Agnihotrī ko béħad ħasad ho rahī thī Arvind Pāŧhak kī bahnon sé.
Ghazab kī taqdīr likhwā kar lāī thien kambakħt.
Sab kī sab Durgesh Jījū kī?
“Kabhī ginī nahīn.” Arvind Pāŧhak mand mand muskurātā huā, Pūjā Agnihotrī ko chhéđtā huā bolā thā.
“Phir bhī. Koī andāzah to hogā hī na?”
“Voh to hai. Hongī yahī koī déđh do sau sab milākar.”
“Lo, aur mérī Ammījān farmātī hain ki jitnī lađkiyān hum Musalmānon mein paidah hotī hain, utnī aur kisī society mein paidah nahīn hotīn.”
“Ékdam Durust farmātī hain tumhārī Ammījān. Mérī tamām mamérī aur mausérī bahnén Musalmān hī to hain. Aur unhīn kī tådād kul milākar ék sau bīs yā ék sau tīs sé oopar ho jātī hai. Mérī sagī, chachérī aur phuphérī Brāhmañ bahnén to mushkil sé bīs tīs sé zyādah nahīn hongī.”
“Khodā pahāđ, niklī chuhiyā.”
“Kuchh nahīn, tumhārī bhābhiyon ké bāré mein poochh rahī thī.”
“Kyā poochh rahī thien?”
“Yahī ki unkī tådād to tumhārī bahnon kī tådād sé bhī zyādah hogī.”
“Béshak,” Arvind Pāŧhak ħairānī sé bolā, “tumko kaisé målūm?”
“Bas, samajh jāo. ‘Kħat kā majmūn bhānp lété hain lifāfā dékh kar’.”*
Arvind Pāŧhak ko Pūjā Agnihotrī kī yahī intehāī aggressiveness sakħt nāpasand thī.
Lékin voh kyā kar saktā thā?
Pūjā Agnihotrī sé pyār kartā thā voh, bépanāh muħabbat.
Usko kħūb achchhī taraħ målūm thā ki Pūjā Agnihotrī Durgesh Jījū kī ghulām hai.
Voh khulkar kahtī thī,
“Durgesh Jījū né mujhé chodkar mérī jaan bachāī hai. Main jab tak zindah rahūngī, unké talvé chāŧūngī, unkā Bachhalyā Lund chūsūngī, unsé chudvāūngī, unsé mérī Agnihotrī Brāhmañ gaanđ marāūngī, unkī ghulāmī karūngī main zindagī bhar.”
Padminī Dīxit né Pūjā Agnihotrī kī pīŧh thapthapāī thī.
“Shābās, hum Brahmkanyāon mein Durgesh ké sāth sex ko lékar aesī dīwāngī lagbhag na ké barābar hī pāī jātī hai. Tum koī akelī lađkī, tum koī akelī åurat nahīn ho, jisé chodkar Durgesh né uskī jaan bachāī ho. Durgesh Anant Sr’shŧi Chod hai. Is yug kā sarvottam Sex therapist hai. Hum åuraton ko chodkar hamārī jaan bachānā uskā profession hai, duty hai, kartavý hai, farz hai. Samjhīn?”
“Main nahīn māntī ki Durgesh Jījū né mujhé sirf is wajah sé chodā ki agar voh us vaqt mujhé nahīn chodté to main mar jātī.”
Padminī Dīxit hansī.
“Kyonki tum mānnā nahīn chāhtīn. Tumné apné āpko self-hypnotize kar rakhā hai ki tum mein aesī koī exclusive, sabsé alag thalag, nirālī baat hai, jissé Durgesh tumhén chodkar tumhārī jaan bachāné ké liyé pāgal ho gayā thā.”
Pūjā Agnihotrī né pūrī sanjīdagī ké sāth Dr. Padminī Dīxit ko dékhā.
“Nahīn hai mujh mein aesī koī special individuality?”
Dr. Padminī Dīxit muskurāī.
“Voh to kħair, har åurat mein hotī hai.”*
Pūjā Agnihotrī hans dī.
Human Psychology mein PhD kī thī Pūjā Agnihotrī né.
Ék åjīb sī ghaŧnā ghaŧī thī Pūjā Agnihotrī ké parivār mein.
Us ghaŧnā né ék nihāyat hī kāmyāb Medical Specialist parivār mein paidah honé ké bāwajūd Pūjā Agnihotrī ko Human Psychology mein PhD karné kā sankalp léné par majbūr kar diyā thā.
Durgesh sé sakħt nafrat karté thé Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī.
“He is an incurable sex maniac.” voh kahté thé, “Us vyakti né apné intehāī sexy honé ko justify karné ké liyé na sirf Hinduism, pratyut tamām majāhib ko sex centred banā dālā hai.”
“Lékin, Rām, Durgesh is daur-e-ħāzir kā sabsé zyādah kāmyāb Sex therapist hai. Dr. Jacqueline Lincoln ko cancer ho gayā thā. Tamām Medical Specialist jawāb dé chuké thé. Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ né Dr. Jacqueline Lincoln ké Arch Bishop father William Lincoln ko approach kiyā. Voh nahīn mane, lékin unkī bīwī né Dr. Jacqueline Lincoln kī Sex Therapy kī ijāzat dé dī. Natījah, Durgesh né Dr. Jacqueline Lincoln ko ék mahīné ké andar chod chod kar ŧhīk kar diyā.” Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās né apné ghor karmkāndī Brāhmañ Hindu pati ko ŧonkā.
Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī itné kaŧŧar Hindu thé ki unhoné apnī ardent Musalmān bīwī, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās, kā naam badal kar Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī rakh diyā thā.
Apnā yah nayā naam Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās ko bhī béħad pasand āyā thā.
Bhagwatī Sītā unkā ideal thien.
Lékin apné is nayé naam ké bāwajūd Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās né na apnā mazhab badlā thā, na Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī né hī aesī koī shart rakhī thī.
Kitnī åjīb baat thī!
Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī aur Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī kā na koī Lav paidah huā, na Kush.
Unkī sabsé bađī béŧī thī, Dr. Padminī Agnihotrī.
Unkī dūsrī béŧī thī, Dr. Ramā Agnihotrī.
Unkī tīsrī béŧī thī, Dr. Sudhā Agnihotrī.
Unkī chauthī béŧī thī, Dr. Prabhā Agnihotrī.
Unkī pānchvīn béŧī thī, Dr. Nandinī Agnihotrī.
Unkī chhaŧhvīn béŧī thī, Dr. Shubhrā Agnihotrī.
Unkī sātvīn béŧī thī, Pūjā Agnihotrī jo abhī Doctor nahīn banī thī, pađh rahī thī.
Tūfān us vaqt āyā jab Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ né Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī aur Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās ko approach kiyā.*
Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī né pāglon kī taraħ Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ kī taraf dékhā.
“What the hell you mean? Voh is Rām kī Sītā hai.”
“Voh Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās hai, mérī bachpan kī sahélī.”
“Main jāntā hūn.”
“Jī,” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ sakħtī sé bolī, “main jāntī hūn, ki aap jānté hain.”
“Voh Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās mar chukī hai. Yah uskā dūsrā janm hai. Ab voh Bhagwatī Sītā ko apnā ideal māntī hai.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ hansī.
“Brahm Bhagwatī Sītā Paulastý Rāvañi kal bhī uskā ideal thien.”
“Nahīn thien. Voh sirf zabānī jamā kħarch thā. Hotīn to Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās Durgesh ké sāth premarital sex ké mazé na lé rahī hotīn.”
“He is right, Farīdah,” Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās sanjīdagī sé bolī, “Brahm Bhagwatī Sītā Paulastý Rāvañi us vaqt bhī mérā ideal thien, lékin not as seriously as she is now.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ muskurāī.
“Tum nahīn chāhtīn ki tumhārā apnā koī beŧā ho?”*
Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās né ék sāns lī.
“Bilkul chāhtī hūn. Lékin voh beŧā Durgesh kā nahīn, Rām kā honā chāhiyé.”
“Yånī ki ab tum mukammil taur par Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī ban chukī ho?”
“Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī bannā méré liyé fakħr kī baat hai.”
“Sun liyā?” Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī né vijayī muskān ké sāth garvpūrvak Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ kī taraf dékhā, “Tumhārī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās ké liyé mérī Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī bannā fakħr kī baat hai aur méré liyé Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī kā mérī patnī honā fakħr kī baat hai.”
“Yånī ki Kħadījah Durgesh sé chudvā saktī hai, Sītā nahīn?”
“Tum pāgal ho,” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ hansī, “Durgesh aaj lātådād Sītāon ko chod rahā hai aur unsé apné kaī Lav aur Kush paidah kar chukā hai.”
“You are right. But they are NOT Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī.” Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī né ŧhandī āwāz mein kahā.*
More from Durgesh:
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Muħammad bin Qāsim remembered that he looked at me expectantly.
We were still on the Yacht then.
I was watching the sealed envelope Muħammad bin Qāsim had given to me.
“Taufīq Fātimah knows ACP Suraiyā Jamāl personally and she has mentioned to me two or three times, Jījū, that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is a dangerous antagonist.”
“Taufīq Fātimah is right.” I said gravely.
Muħammad bin Qāsim watched me peculiarly.
“Jījū, am I to assume that perhaps there was some particular significance that attached to her remarks?”
“Taufīq Fātimah is your wife now, Sālé Miyān; you should understand that she isn’t a fool.”
“I know. Would ACP Suraiyā Jamāl cross examine me?”
“Your father’s disappearance isn’t a normal event in Ved Nagar. Is it?”
“Certainly not. ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is already asking me searching questions. About my poisoning, I mean. Not about the mysterious disappearance of my father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
I kept quiet for a moment only.
Then I whirled at him.
“As most of the Musalmān Beauties are nowadays, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is also against Pseudo Musalmīn very much. That’s why Abbū Imām and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has chosen ACP Suraiyā Jamāl to assist Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here.”
“The Musalmīn are suffering now on the entire globe due to the mad activities of crazy Musalmān terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn must oppose the terrorists more than they are doing now.”
“There are some Musalmīn that think the terrorists are right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim clenched his fists in frustration and helplessness.
“That’s the problem the rest of the Musalmīn have to face if they don’t oppose the terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn are now deliberately marrying their ardent Musalmān sisters and daughters to Hindus now. They think it would prove they aren’t communal at all.”
“Abbū married Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I was against it first, but when I listened to what Abbū had to say in the matter, I myself had to agree.”
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl put in quite a bit of time asking me why we allowed Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“She is quite inquisitive about these matters.” I smiled somewhat curtly, “As Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl does too believe in Dr. Ali Sina that every Musalmān is either terrorist or potential terrorist at least. Sorry, the more I try to explain then it isn’t correct the more they believe I am being kind to the Musalmīn on the cost of Non Musalmīn’s life and wealth.”
“Well, they are correct. I myself think sometimes that you are more lenient to Musalmīn than to the Non Musalmīn.”
I whirled at Muħammad bin Qāsim once more.
“The hell you do.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled apologetically.
“I don’t want to lie to you any more, Sorry.”
“Sālé Miyān.” I smiled, “It’s alright. Okay.”
“I was poisoned a few days ago.”
“Before your father disappeared?”
“Yes. I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning, but apparently, it wasn’t. Anyway, that’s what ACP Suraiyā Jamāl says. She wants to make a lot of trouble.”
There was a moment of silence.
Only the sound of water slipping past the sides of the yacht was audible.
Moreover, it was plainly audible.
“I see.” I said.
“Taufīq Fātimah, my Hollywood Star wife, and I had dinner there. Both of us didn’t eat the same things. Taufīq Fātimah had red wine. I had white wine then. Taufīq Fātimah had prime ribs of beef cooked rare and French fried potatoes. I had fried oysters and vegetables. Only the desserts we had was the same. After half an hour of our eating, we both became ill. Taufīq Fātimah was only slightly ill while I was quite ill. I thought it a typical case of food poisoning.”
“I’m listening to.” I said.
I stood with my elbows over the rail.
I was looking down at the rippling water that curled up against the sides of the vessel, splashed over into little foam crested ripples and then fell rapidly astern.
There was silence for several seconds.
Then, Muħammad bin Qāsim said abruptly.
“I think we’re headed for the island, Jījū.”
“That’s right, Sālé Miyān.”
“I was talking about this food poisoning.”
“I requested you to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die. I’m still waiting for the answer.”
“If Taufīq Fātimah would be implicated, I promise you to protect her if she is innocent.”
“She is innocent, Jījū. She is innocent. Somebody is trying his/her best to frame her.”
“She is a Hollywood Star, isn’t she?”
“Most of us Musalmīn don’t want to give that much liberty to Musalmān Beauties ever. We are so over possessive that we are crazy to govern even the lives of the Musalmān Beauties that aren’t related to us in any manner.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I think some crazy Musalmān is behind it, not Taufīq Fātimah. He/she wants to punish me by killing me in this way and let Taufīq Fātimah to go to gas chamber for the so called murder of her husband.”
“I was pretty sick. I called a physician. The same physician treated Taufīq Fātimah, my wife.”
I didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim continued to say.
“I explained to the physician treating both of us that it was food poisoning, probably something that had been canned because there was a burning metallic taste in my throat.”
I still didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim again continued.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed up yesterday afternoon and told me that I had been poisoned by arsenic. I think she is after to make something of it.”
“She asked me a lot of questions about what enemies I had and all that sort of type. Allah, I don’t want any newspaper and/or news channel notoriety of anything like that, particularly right at this time. I’m putting across several important business deals, Jījū, you already know.”
“That’s right,” I confirmed him, “How did ACP Suraiyā Jamāl think the arsenic get in the food?”
“She didn’t bother to tell me that. Instead, she wanted me to tell her that. I suggested her to go to the restaurant. If she is right about the arsenic, it might be the cook of the restaurant. Who else?”
“Anyone else poisoned?” I asked.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said that there had been no other complaints.”
I raised my eyes.
The sun was setting.
A thin moist haze seemed to be rising from the water.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan came along the deck.
She said cheerily.
“Hey, you both look rather serious. Spoiling your appetite by talking some damn business?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Certainly not, Bājī. I was telling Jījū about ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s visit yesterday afternoon. You advised me to tell Jījū everything.”
“Oh, I still think it was food poisoning. You are already all right now.”
“Fit as a fiddle.”
“Yet, somewhat pale, however.”
“That’s an elder sister’s over concern, Bājī, nothing else.”
“Nonsense. What did your Jījū say?”
“He hasn’t. He was to say something when you came.”
“Well, I’m rounding up the guests for cocktails.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled authoritatively, “Dinner will be served in about thirty minutes. Your Jījū said he wants to give the cocktails time to take hold.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim asked casually.
“Bājī, do you know whether we’re headed for some fixed direction, or are we just cruising?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her right index finger on her lips.
“I’m not talking, sorry. Sealed orders from your Jījū.”
“We’re probably going to the island.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I don’t want to be impolite to you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. But I’m living in relationship with your Jījū now for four years about. During these years I’ve learned when it pleases Durgesh that I talk and when it pleases him that I won’t.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim teased her.
“Oh, come on, Bājī. You are not an ordinary wife any more. You are Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“Jacqueline Lincoln is the Everfirst Lady President of United States of America. But even Jacqueline Lincoln knows how to govern our ever indomitable Hindu husband. If we want something, we are cheerfully ready to pay for it. It’s an art to govern your husband.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
I was smiling on the efficient smartness of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was indomitable too.
Only Durgesh could govern Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Jacqueline Lincoln.
In addition, it was a great honor for me, I knew.
Muħammad bin Qāsim and I accompanied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down to the canopied after deck.*
The seven hundred eighty six girls caught up with Taufīq Fātimah just as she reached the strips.
“Taufīq Fātimah,” one girl shouted to her.
Taufīq Fātimah didn’t recognize any of them
Nevertheless, their number, Seven hundred Eighty Six, told her their special status.
They were Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s girlies.
Taufīq Fātimah was now almost sure of it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost successful Musalmān Beauty now.
She has successfully managed to conquer not Durgesh only, despite her thirty-two years younger bubbling youth, she successfully used her live in relationship with Durgesh to establish Democracy in Saůūdī Årab too.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used her extremely stunning Musalmān beauty and immensely overflowing Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān youth for it.
However, it was because her parents were with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Taufīq Fātimah also wanted to do many things, but her parents are too orthodox and too conservative.
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties definitely knew who Taufīq Fātimah was, even if Taufīq Fātimah didn’t know any of them.
“We want a run,” one of the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties said, speaking loudly so that the people passing them could hear the challenge, “You can lead and pick the point.”
“Done,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled triumphantly, “You said you are Seven hundred Eighty Six in number. C-786th then, Durgesh Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī localway intersection.”
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties frowned.
Does Taufīq Fātimah outexcel them in brains too?
All the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties were around twenty-eight.
So was Taufīq Fātimah.
Taufīq Fātimah leaned over and rolled up the cuffs of her pants a little.
She could shake all the Seven hundred Eighty Six before they reached the destination Taufīq Fātimah had named.
More couples, some triples too, passed and stepped on to the nearest strip.
The triples were not as efficient as the couples were.
The Pseudo Musalmīn husbands that formed the third of the Triples, were not as efficient as their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners were.
Does Bisexuality really affect the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands adversely?
Nevertheless, the Triples are not only legal here; they are surviving as well, despite futile terrorist attacks.
No terrorist attack ever succeeded here at Ved Nagar.
The Law and Order at Ved Nagar was marvelous.
The governments of almost every country now studying the management of the Law and Order at Ved Nagar, with the Ved Nagar Government‘s express permission of course.*
A dance music was being played on the canopied after deck.
Sidrah Aħmad was dancing with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Most of my Musalmān live in relationship partners and lady friends agreed with Shankar Mahāpralayankar more than with me.
“Your vision is right but your planning to achieve it is impractical, Durgesh darling.” Sidrah Aħmad used to say, “I think Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more practical.”
“Thank you, Sidrah Aħmad.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar beamed at her.
I smiled and looked at Nafīsah Salmān.
Nafīsah Salmān grimaced.
“I don’t agree with you, Sidrah Aħmad. You want to say, the terrorists cannot be controlled effectively if the noble persons too don’t resort to illegal means?”
“Sidrah Aħmad has a point there, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan had looked at his wife gravely.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed.
“I never expect anything better from you, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
“Durgesh is a great man, no doubt.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “But he doesn’t understand Musalmān terrorists psychology at all. He thinks the Musalmīn are terrorists, criminals/criminal minded because they are Uneducated/Under Educated.”
“It’s not true?” I stopped my Uncut Hindu Penis inside Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan entirely buried there to my balls.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wrapped her strong nude legs around my nude Hindu male waist.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis driven more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I squeezed her nude young Musalmān buttocks and kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her lips.
“Dr. Ali Sina doesn’t agree with you, my dear Hindu husband.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, contracting her vaginal muscles around my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“And you think Dr. Ali Sina is a better authority on Islam than myself?” I smiled benignly enjoying my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft inside her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly but he didn’t see anything himself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had now Sidrah Aħmad on her knees.
He was penetrating Sidrah Aħmad now from her glorious behind.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said gravely.
“Dr. Ali Sina isn’t alone, Durgesh. He has too many followers and even numerous Co-authors now.”
“What the hell you think it does mean Ħumairah?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kept licking my Uncut Hindu Cock visiting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Cunt vigorously.
“Simply that Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors can’t be ignored only by shrugging our shoulders.”
“Dr. Ali Sina has challenged the followers and admirers of Islam if anyone of them proves him wrong, Dr. Ali Sina would pay him a large amount of money.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled, “Why don’t you accept his challenge, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! if you think Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors are not correct in their interpretation of Islam?”*
The dog, deftly avoiding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s kick, stood watching Muħammad bin Qāsim with lips that curled back from his fangs.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
“Come on in. Let’s go inside, sit down, and talk this thing over in a civilized fashion.”
“We may differ about our idea what the civilized fashion actually is.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled sarcastically.
Nevertheless, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smarter.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. You are as cuckold as I am. So, our ideas about what is civilized and what’s not can’t differ very much.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“What the hell you mean? I am not cuckold even a bit.”
“You are, my dear boy, you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly, “Most of us Musalmīn are actually cuckold to our Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners whether we are bold enough to acknowledge and accept it or not.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr contemptuously.
“You are still alive despite your immensely hateful opinion about most of us Musalmīn, because you are living here at Ved Nagar. If you lived elsewhere the Musalmān terrorists had killed you already.”
“My dear child,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly once more, “You have only heard about Musalmān terrorists, don’t you? Have you met ever anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself is your Bājī. She is herself running the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband since she wasn’t even the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. She is the Brain and Power behind cuckolding most of us Musalmān husbands. What do you think? Durgesh has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Shankar Mahāpralayankar has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Hindus have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? No, never. Our own Musalmān Houseladies have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands.”
“Because you Musalmān terrorists were blaspheming Islam more than the non Musalmīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thundered at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr suddenly, “Even then the impotent Musalmīn were not criticizing you blaspheming bastards. We, Musalmān Houseladies of yours, never did cuckold you enjoying it very much. We did it because we didn’t have another option whatsoever. You bastard Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn compelled us, your own Musalmān Houseladies, to cuckold you if we had to save our own Īmān.”*
Amīnah Zahīr raised her hand.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, have you come here to discuss the cuckolding of you Musalmān husbands?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed at Muħammad bin Qāsim contemptuously, scornfully.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was too indulged in discussions with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr he hadn’t even realized when Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had brought them through the first door to the left.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had led the way into the room that had been fitted up as a library cum bedroom.
It was a neat job of books and shelves.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr there on the bed.
“Kħush Āmadīd,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim, making a sweeping inclusive gesture, “Welcome.”
The party seated themselves.
“All right,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at them melodically, “now let’s hear what you folks have to say.”
“You’re getting the cart and horse all mixed up,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled courteously, “We want to hear what you have to say.”
“We have nothing to say.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled disarmingly.
“You knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“Who says so?” Amīnah Zahīr smiled charmingly.
“I say so.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled charmingly too, “Amīnah Zahīr, you knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Nevada. You were quite friendly with her. You talked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim out of getting a divorce from her husband. You told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn
Allah ghārat karé in firangiyon ko.
Sirf is wajah sé ki voh us vaqt Hindustān sé maħfūz bāhar nikal sakén, Hindu aur Musalmān aapas mein lađté rahén, aur firangiyon sé pichhlé ék sau nabbé sālon kā inteqām lé sakné kā unhén kħayāl tak na aa saké, firangiyon né Pakistan kī buniyād rakh dī thī.
Nūrjahān kā maslah yah thā ki voh Uncut Hindu Lund kī dīwānī thī.
Lekin aisā Hindu to is ghar mein sirf ék hai.
Ammījān kā Hindu secretary.
Amarnāth Vedic pachās saal kā ho chukā hai.
Lékin Nūrjahān kī tamām sahéliyān abhī bhī Amarnāth Vedic kī dhuāndhār ghanghor Chudāī kī tårīf karté nahīn thaktīn.
“Hindu Pakistan mein bas ab yahī ék kaam ŧhīk se kar sakté hain.” Farzānah Aurangzeb ne apni bāīn aankh dabāī thī. “Yahān Pakistan mein rahnā hai to hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ko kħush rakhén. Hamāré béwaqūf mardon se sirf hum hi unhén bachā saktī hain.”
Nūrjahān ko shak thā ki Ammījān Amarnāth Vedic se chudvātī hain.
Farzānah Aurangzeb kā bhī yahī kħayāl thā.
“Secretary, hell. Phūphījān Amarnāth Vedic se chudvātī hain. Tere Abbū kā to ab khađā bhī nahīn hotā. Samjhī?”
Nūrjahān ne ék ghūnsā jamāyā thā Farzānah Aurangzeb kī pusht par.
“Achchhā? Tujhé kaisé målūm?”
“Aré, main kħud sun chukī apné kānon sé. Tūné nahīn sunā kabhī? Ghar mein rahtī hai yā jhakh mārtī hai?”
“Ab to yahī mannā pađégā ki jhakh hī mārtī hūn. Tūné kab sun liyā? Kahān sun liyā?”
“Pichhlī martabah main rukī thī na? Tab raat ko paanī pīné uŧhī thī. Térī Ammī, mérī Phūphījān, téré Abbū ko dānŧ rahī thī thīn: ‘Kħabardār jo ab phir kabhī mujhé hāth lagāyā. Kitnī dér se koshish kar rahī hūn. Khađā tak to hotā nahīn ab tumhārā’.”
Nūrjahān hans pađī.
“Wallah, sach kah rahī hai?”
“Aur kyā jhūŧh kahūngī tujh se?”
“Allah Allah,” Nūrjahān hanstī huī bolī, “mazā aa gayā, yaar. Kambakħt, bađé mauqé se uŧhtī hai paanī pīné.”
“Ilāhī, ab kyā main koī jān būjhkar uŧhī thī us vaqt?” Farzānah Aurangzeb ħairān hotī huī bolī.”
“Achchhā Achchhā, ab zyādah drama mat kar. Yah batā, Shyām Manohar ko paŧāyā?”
“Téré driver ko?”
“Méré nahīn, Abbū ke driver ko.”
“Nahīn ré, voh to bahut dartā hai téré Abbū se. Kah rahā thā, Jalāluddīn Sāħab ko målūm ho gayā to mérī naukrī to gaī hī gaī.”
“Tū to ulloo kī paŧŧhī hai. Ussé kahnā thā, ék dhakké kā ék rupyah.”
“Allah,” Farzānah Aurangzeb dam bakħud rah gaī, “yah baat to mere zahan mein aaī hi nahīn.”
“Bhūsā jo bharā hai téré dimāgh mein.”*
Farzānah Aurangzeb kī baat kī tasdīq usī raat ho gaī.
Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn jān būjhkar ‘Kħātūn-e-Jannat’ pađhtī rahī us raat dér tak.
Ammījān, Begam Zāhidah Ůsmān, ké bedroom mein jān būjhkar jhānktī rahī Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn rah rahkar.
Raat ké do bajé uské sabr kā natījah usko milā.
Natījah vahī thā jiskā Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn aur Farzānah Aurangzeb donon ko shubhah thā.
Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn né jab is martabah apnī Ammījān, Begam Zāhidah Ůsmān, ké bedroom mein jhānkā to usné apnī Ammījān ké secretary, Amarnāth Vedic ko bhī Ammījān ké bedroom mein pāyā.
Årab Burdāfaroshon ne Yazīd Malåūn se aisé Mullāon aur Maulaviyon ko jān būjhkar taraqqī dene kī shart rakhī thī, jo Pseudo Musalmīn mardon ko Pseudo Islāmiyāt mein itnā uljhā dén ki apnī Panjvaqtah Namāzī shauharparast Musalmān bīwiyon tak kī jinsī zarūriyāt pūrī karnā unhén najāsat lagné lag jāyé.
Aisī Panjvaqtah Namāzī shauharparast Musalmān bīwiyon ko bahkānā aur unhén capable aur powerful Hinduon ke bistaron tak pahunchānā Pseudo Musalmīn Årab Burdāfaroshon ke liyé kitnā āsān thā yah Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn bahut achchhī taraħ samajhtī thī.
Aur uské badlé Hinduon se munh māngī qīmat vasūl karnā bhī.
Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu kabhī yah ħaqīqat nahīn samajh pāyé ki Ħuzūrs kī Taħrīk-e- Islamī kħwāh Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu aur unké kħāndān ke liyé kitnī hī nuqsāndéh kyon na rahī ho, tamām åālam-e-insānī ke liyé Ħuzūrs kī Taħrīk-e- Islamī kitnī zarūrī thī.
Aaj jis Jamhūriyat ko tamām åālam-e-maghribī falāħ-e-insāniyat ke liyé az-e-ħad zarūrī qarār détā hai, us Jamhūriyat kī buniyād kħwāh Hinduon ne hī kyon na rakhī ho, 1400 Saal qabl usé nisf duniyā tak pahunchāné kā kaam Ħuzūrs kī isī Taħrīk-e- Islamī né hi kiyā thā.
Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn bahut burī taraħ uttéjit ho chukī thī.
Andar kħwābgāh mein, bedroom mein Amarnāth Vedic aur Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn kī Ammī. Bégum Zāhidah Ůsmān kiss kar rahé thé aur yahān Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn kī angulī kab kħud bakħud uskī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot mein ghus gaī thī, iskā usko ĭlm tak nahīn ho pāyā thā.
Lékin issé farq kyā pađtā thā?
Agar usé ĭlm ho bhī jātā to kyā Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn apnī angulī apnī Choot mein ghuséđné sé baaz aa jātī?
Sawāl hi paidah nahīn hotā.
Ab mérī jān, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Tumhāré Uncut Hindu Lund kī jagah bhalā mérī yah måmūlī sī nāzuk unglī kabhī le saktī hai?
Please aa jāo na.
Please, dékho andar Amarnāth Vedic uncle Ammījān ko chodné kabhī ké aa chuké.
Hey, jhūŧh boltā hai Kambakħt.
Béwaqūf banātā hai.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sach kahtī hai.
Uncut Hindu Lund kā koi jawāb nahīn.
‘Mérī muddat kī namāzon aur duåāon kā silā,
Méré Hindu Piyā tum mérī hasīn taqdīr ho.’
Amarnāth Vedic jāntā thā ki Bégum Zāhidah Ůsmān kitnī pyāsī thī.
Phir jab Allah Allah karké Muħammad Jalāluddīn yah ħaqīqat samjhā bhī, to jo samjhautā ħālāt sé usné kiyā voh yah thā ki Muħammad Jalāluddīn ne apnī béħad hasīn intehāī shauharparast Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān bīwī kī béħad hasīn béħad dilkash Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot chūmnī aur chāŧnī shurū kar dī.
Bégum Zāhidah Ůsmān nihāl ho gaī.
Voh Muħammad Jalāluddīn par laŧŧū ho gaī.
Kuchh vaqt ké liyé Bégum Zāhidah Ůsmān yah bilkul bhūl gaī ki jo oral sex voh apné kaŧŧar Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān shauhar, Muħammad Jalāluddīn, sé chāhtī thī voh darasal yah nahīn thā ki voh uskī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot chūmé aur chāŧé.
Muħammad Jalāluddīn dam bakħud rah gayā.
“You must be crazy, Amarnāth Vedic.”
“Janāb, aap kħwāh kħud bhūl jāyén ki aapné mujh par kitnā bađā aħsān kiyā hai, main yah kabhī nahīn bhūl saktā.”
“Pāgal ho tum. Voh aħsān mainé tum par nahīn, tumné mujh par kiyā hai.”
“Yah Pakistan hai.”
“Hum Hindu yahān dūsré darjé ké shahrī, second class citizen hain.”
Kyā kħūb pahchānā thā is shakħs ko Muħammad Jalāluddīn né.
Hindu vāqaåī yāron ké yār hoté hain agar unké sāth koi chaal na chalī jāyé, koī game na khélā jāyé.
Aur tārīkħ gawāh hai ki Musalmīn kabhī is wajah se nuqsān mein nahīn rahé.
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club ké chakkar mein aesī phansī huī thī ki agar Amarnāth Vedic Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn sé nikāħ na kartā to Allah hī bahtar jāntā hai, Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn kis kis Hindu sé na chudvā chukī hotī.
Kiskī Ammī né sawā kilo sonŧh khāī thī ki voh apnī bīviyon ko khulé åām nangī ghūmtī dékh saké?
Aur kiskī Ammī né sawā kilo sonŧh khāī thī ki voh yah jānté būjhté Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn se nikāħ kartā ki Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club kī ék béħad aham rukn hai?
Ékdam sāf alfāz mein inkār kar diyā thā Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn né.
“Bhāījān, āpkī chhoŧī bahan ab bāligh ho chukī hai. Āp is taraħ us par apnī Tānāshāhī nahīn chalā sakté.”
“Hargiz nahīn, Bhāījān, hargiz nahīn.” Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn nihāyat hī sard lahjé mein bolī thī. “Āpko dékhté hī mujhé yah kħūb achchhī taraħ yād aa gayā hai ki āpné marħūm Abbū kī is baat par purzor mukħālifat kī thī ki voh mujhé åālā tålīm ħāsil karné ké liyé Harvard University bhéjén. Abbū āpkī taraħ Pseudo Musalmān nahīn thé.”
“Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn, the oppressor the tyrant.”
“Jo shakħs apnī sagī chhoŧī bahan tak ko na bakħshtā ho, voh apnī riåāyah ko kyā bakħshégā. Pakistan aap jaisé zālim Tānāshāh Jāgīrdāron kī wajah sé hī aaj tamām åālam mein badnām hai.”
“Apnā apnā kħayāl hai. Baharħāl, hum tumhén Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club jākar hamārī tauhīn kar sakné kī ijāzat hargiz nahīn dé sakté.”
“Yahī to āpkī ghalatfahmī hai Bhāījān, ki Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn PhD āpkī ijāzat kī muħtāj hai.”
“Tum humsé baghāwat karnā chāhtī ho?” Muħammad Jalāluddīn kī ānkhén surkħ ho uŧhīn.*
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn tanz āméz muskurahaŧ ké sāth bolī.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan se ŧakrā sakné kī auqāt hai Pakistan ké is ‘ahamtarīn’(?) Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn kī? Main Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kī ék ahamtarīn Taħrīk-e- Islamī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club kī ék ahamtarīn rukn hūn. Aur Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aaj Modern DemocraticÅrabia kī Sadar ban chukī hai. President of USA Jacqueline Lincoln tak aaj Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kī wajah sé President of USA banī hai.”
“Tum mujhé darānā chāhtī ho?”
“Méré pyāré Bhāījān,” Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn nihāyat hī mīŧhī aur intehāī surīlī āvāz mein kūkī, “Main āpko āpkī auqāt yād dilā rahī hūn. Pakistan kā ék måmūlī sā Jāgīrdār to kyā, samūchā Pakistan milkar bhī na Modern DemocraticÅrabia kā muqāblā kar saktā, na Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kā, na Jacqueline Lincoln kā, aur na hī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aur Jacqueline Lincoln ké Hindu Kħasam, Durgesh kā. Āyā kuchh mijāz-e-sharīf mein?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aur Jacqueline Lincoln kā Hindu Kħasam, Durgesh, sirf in donon åzīmushshān niswānī shakħsiyāt kā hi Kħasam hai, yā mérī pyārī sagī chhoŧī bahan, Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn, bhī Durgesh ké bémisāl Uncut Hindu Lund ké mazé lé chukī hain?”
“Who the hell are you to ask me? Main bāligh hūn, kħud Mukħtār hūn, aur mérī achchhāī aur burāī kā faislah kħud kħūb achchhī taraħ kar saktī hūn.”
“Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club kī ék ahamtarīn rukn bankar?”
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn ne apnā sar fakħr sé taan liyā,
“Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club ék muqaddas Taħrīk-e- Islamī hai. Iské naam par jākar kisī ghalatfahmī mein pađéngé, to aesī munh kī khāyéngé ki pachhtā sakné tak kā mauqā nasīb nahīn ho sakégā. Samjhé?”*
Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn ké munh sé béakħtiyār niklā,
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn khilkhilākar hans pađī.
Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn ħalaq phāđkar chīkħā.
“Kħabardār jo ab phir kabhī us nangī ghūmné wālī, feminist, Årab Musalmān laundiyā ko Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza kahā. Zubān khīnch lūngā main tumhārī. Yah na tumhārī Harvard University hai aur na hī tumhāré Hindu Kħasam, Durgesh, kā Ved Nagar. Yah Pakistan hai, samjhīn?”
Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn né ék tīkhī nigāh apnī us balā kī hasīn Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān chhoŧī bahan par dālī jo is lahjé mein ussé baat kar rahī thī jaisé Bénazīr Ålī kā qātil kħud Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn ho, terrorists nahīn.
Durgesh kī tamām åuratén isī taraħ over confident hotī thien.
Sirf Durgesh se chudvātī thī Kambakħt.
Lékin impression aesā diyā thā usné apné bađé bhāī ko jān būjhkar jaisé Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club mein voh kaī Hinduon ké sath khélné khāné wālī modern, balki ultramodern, Pakistani Sunni Musalmān kabūtarī ho.
Yahī wajah thī ki Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn dhokah khā gayā thā.
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn One Man Woman thī.
“Aesī bahut sī Musalmān ħasīnāyén hain Bhāījān, jinhén aap Pseudo Musalmīn Namak Ħarām samajhté hain, lékin darħaqīqat Namak Ħarām voh Musalmān ħasīnāyén nahīn hain. Namak Ħarām darħaqīqat aap Pseudo Musalmīn hī hain.”
“Kħāmosh, badtamīz.” Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn burī taraħ dahāđā.
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn is taraħ muskurāī jaisé usko apné oppressor tyrant Jāgīrdār bađé Bhāī se iské ålāvā aur koī ummīd kabhī rahī hī na ho.
Pakistan kā nihāyat hī backward khudgharz kħudparast Jāgīrdārānah nizām iské ålāvā aur kaisī shakħsiyāt paidah kar saktā thā?
“Durust farmāyā aapné.” Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn muskurāī, “Hum åālā tålīmyāftah Musalmān lađkiyān aur Musalmān åuratén āpko badtamīz hī lagéngī, Bhāījān. Lékin ħaqīqat yah hai ki hum åālā tålīmyāftah Musalmān lađkiyān aur Musalmān åuratén na to badtamīz hain, aur na hī Namak Ħarām. Namak Ħarāmī kī shurūåāt Ummat-e-Muslimah mein darasal Abu Sufyān aur Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu né kī thī.”
Voh phaŧī phaŧī ānkhon sé apnī chhoŧī bahan Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn kī jānib dékh rahā thā.
Allah, méré Allah, méré Maulah,
Usné kabhī kħwāb mein bhī nahīn sochā thā ki uské kħāndān kī koī fard kabhī itnā bhī gir saktī hai.
Iran haméshah hāth pair mārtā rahā.
Lékin kāmyāb kabhī nahīn ho pāyā.
Aur yahān uskī apnī sagī chhoŧī bahan, Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn…
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?”