Ved Nagar: 11

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

   Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 11

Durgesh Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Imām Muħammad Ħasan

Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan watched the entire Musalmān Beauties present there.

“Try to understand.” Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan smiled sophisticatedly, “Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the only solution to get rid of the ever dominant Time Cycle of Årab Burdāfaroshs. Ab initio, right from the beginning of Årab Time Cycle, Årab Burdāfaroshs are selling us Musalmān Beauties, us Årab Beauties at least, to the Hindus. Whenever Pseudo Musalmīn lose their Bhogyantrānk our selling to Hindus immediately starts. To end this bloody Årab Time Cycle we have to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Of course, the ever selfish Pseudo Musalmīn would oppose the very concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. We can’t expect their cooperation in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. It’s disgraceful to them, but not disgraceful to us Musalmān Beauties ever.”

“They say we promote incest, we promote the end of Ummat-e-Muslimah, we propose the ever cuckolded life for our Musalmān mankind. How it can be accepted ever?” Nāzimah Yåqub smiled.

“Well, what’s wrong in incest?” Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan smiled aggressively.

Suddenly there was pin drop silence.

None of them was prepared for such a blunt question from Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan.

She was one of the most important leaders of the new established Democracy in Modern Democratic Årabia.

The ever greatest Taħrīk-e- Islamī of Ħuzūrs was falling in Saůūdī Årab more and more.

It had been decaying and breaking down for centuries and only one man fully realized that fact.

He was Imām Muħammad Ħasan the greatest after Imām Maulānā Saiyad Abul Åālā Mawdūdī and Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Mūsavī Kħomeinī.

He dreamed of being Mustafa Kemāl Atāturk of entire Mumalikat-e-Islāmiyah.

It wasn’t so easy a task.

Fortunately, by the Grace of Allah, Imām Muħammad Ħasan found one of his daughters, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was extraordinary brilliant, intelligent and smart enough to the extent that almost everyone complimented her calling her As If Reincarnation of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan suddenly saw the possibilities of bringing his dreams true.*

The Hindus were obsessed by the ever-incredible ever-enticing beauty of Musalmān Beauties.

Okay, okay.

The Musalmān Beauties were ever interested in ever-sexiest ever-shrewdest Hindus.

Damn it, whatsoever the hell the realty was, Imām Muħammad Ħasan could use this ever incurable obsession of Hindus and the Musalmān Beauties for each other, using the extraordinary talent of his exceptionally smart daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.*

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan noted quite surprised very much that she still appeared not to be more than fifty.

Anyone could only imagine Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was somewhere around forty to forty-five.

The most she could be was fifty.

Not any more.

Allah, he wouldn’t have believed if someone else had told him it.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī couldn’t be less than eighty/eighty five.

Yet she doubtlessly looked more than forty years younger than Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī actually was.

Was what she claimed true?

Only because Durgesh fucks her, she is gloriously beautiful still now?

How the hell it could be?

Is Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Genital Organ really the Penis Benevolent, Shiv Ling?

Durgesh is really Param Purush, the Absolute Man?

Nonsense!

But then how Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was still so glamorously young?

Imām Muħammad Ħasan wondered briefly if the still mysterious medical technology of Ved Nagar wasn’t behind it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claims they’ll have the same mysterious medical technology of Ved Nagar in Makkah Mukarramah too.

Well, he couldn’t believe his own daughter.

She has quite an unwavered faith in Durgesh and Vedic Monotheist Hindus.

Isn’t she in her earlier thirties only?

She has a long way to learn how diplomatic the politicians are ever.

They can’t speak the entire truth ever.

It’s dangerous to their politics.

The common people can’t bear it.

One has to lie to the common people for the common people’s own benefits.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Naåīmah said you wanted to see me before leaving Makkah Mukarramah. Why?”

“She has honored you by the title of the Mother of Modern Democratic Årabia. I wanted to know how it was.”

“Shouldn’t have you asked your own daughter, Imām Sāħab?” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled disarmingly.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan deliberately ignored her suggestion.

He didn’t want to accept that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan differed with him in some matters, as important as establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah too.

He differed with her even in honoring Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, but for obvious reasons Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t say that.

“I wonder your ever youth my lady.” He managed to say however genuinely appreciating her.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī laughed.

Durgesh says it’s due to my being a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady.”

“That’s very nice of him.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, “But we know there are so many Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ladies that aren’t so lucky.”

“He says it needs a Shaktimān Hindu Penis in the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān female genital organ to get proper Shaktipāt.”

“Consequently, you entire highly educated sophisticated MusalmānBeauties, irrespective of your age even, have vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”

“Isn’t it natural?”

Durgesh is lying.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said gravely.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan scrutinizing him carefully.

“We entire Musalmān Beauties don’t think so.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan deliberately avoided to prolong the discussion.

It wasn’t Makkah Mukarramah.

It wasn’t former Saůūdī Årab.

It wasn’t Modern Democratic Årabia even.

It was Ved Nagar.*

He controlled himself.

“My lady, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, don’t you think Allah Miyān cannot be communal ever, as your Durgesh is?”

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī laughed.

“If Durgesh had been a communal he had never established Durgesh  Muslimahs Sex Empire.”

“Allah tabāruk tålā cannot degrade the Musalmīn to the extent that he would make entire infinite creations on the permanent scientific system that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān female genital organ would work as a rheostat forever while the male genital organ of a Hindu Shaktimān would work as an electrified magnetic bar. The Hindu electrified magnetic bar that passes through the rheostat always changing the lines of Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān magnetic force with every back and forth motion.”

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled triumphantly.

“On the contrary, I think that’s the exact permanent scientific system established by Allah Rabbil Åālmīn to destroy communalism forever.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t dumbfounded.

Neither he was even surprised even a bit.

He was arguing on the subject ever since his wife Nafīsah Salmān presented the theory in front of him when he only a Mukħtār at Tabah.*

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī stared at Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had warned her.

“He is still communal. He doesn’t differentiate between a communal Criminal/Criminal minded terrorist Musalmān and a true Musalmān that’s an asset to humanity as Ħuzūrs, Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrz, Maulānah Saiyad Abul Åālā Mawdūdī, Dr. APJ Åbdul Kalām, Sāħir Ludhiyānvī, etc.”

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled.

“I must admit, though, that when I approached the Hindus first, my approach was purely physical, sexual I mean, not scientific.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan shrugged.

“I appreciate your sincerity and honesty, my lady. But you are not alone. So are we all.”

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was entirely nude on her knees.

I was also nude on my knees behind her.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t resist to appreciate our still excellent still miraculously athletic bodies.

He had seen me fucking his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies always.

Consequently, my still ever-young ever-athletic Hindu male body was not so surprising for him as the still ever young ever-athletic female Musalmān body of Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.

She was more than eighty.

My Uncut Hindu Penis was rock hard and proudly visiting the ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt of Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched fascinated.

Well, what’s wrong in it?

Don’t the both of them make a perfect pair?

Who the hell of a Musalmān would marry Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?

Aren’t the Musalmīn instructed:

Alyaum uħill lakumuttayyibātu v t’åāmullazīn ūtulkitāb ħillallakum v t’åāmukum ħillallahum valmuħsanātu minal Mumināti valmuħsanātu minallazīn ūtulkitāb min qablikum izāātaitumūhunn ujūrahunn  muħsinīn ghair musāfiħīn v lā muttakħizī akħdānin.

This day are all good things made lawful for you. The food of those who have received the Scripture is lawful for you, and your food is lawful for them. And so are the virtuous women of the believers and the virtuous women of those who received the Scripture before you, when ye give them their marriage portions and live with them in honor, not in fornication, nor taking them as secret concubines.’

 Al Qur’an Al Majīd: 5 Al Māedah|5

Why the hell it was so?

Why the All Knowing, Al Ålīmun Al Kħabīrun, Allah tabāruk tålā Rabbil Åālmīn never entrusted the Musalmīn with the responsibility of the women who were not Al Muħsanātu, the virtuous women?

Because He was Al Ålīmun Al Kħabīrun.

He knew very well that the Årabs were burying their daughters alive in the graves.

They kidnapped the beautiful Årab young women from the other Årab Kabīlahs, other Årab tribes and used to auction/sell them as beautiful women slaves to then Indian Hindus that were the richest males then.

The Hindus were thus already taking care of those women who were not Al Muħsanātu.

N’ yé divah pr’thivyā antamāpurn māyābhirdhandām paryabhūvan,

Yujam vajram vr’shbhashchakr indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat.’

‘The persons that didn’t reach the end of celestial bodies and earth, neither chagrined by prudences the one that gives wealth all over. Vr’shabh did vajr to ‘yuj’. The controller of organs continuously milked the cows of darkness, with light.’

Ved: R’gved: 1| 33| 10

Udyachchhadhvamap raxo hanāthémām
nārīm SUKR’TE dadhāt.
Dhātā vipashchit patimasyai vivéd,
bhago rājā pur étu prajānan.’

Stand up/Raise ye. Smite away the demons. SET THIS WOMAN for WELL DOER. Inspired holder/guardian must know especially the husband for her. The well knowing politician come first/ahead for her genital organ.’
Ved: 4 Atharv Ved: 14/1/59
If what AlQur’anAl Karīm claims is true, why Ved can’t be the everfirst Book Allah tabāruk tålā has given to the humankind?
They say Durgesh has deliberately translated Ved so that it doesn’t contradict what AlQur’anAl Karīm says.
Not only the traditional Hindus charge Durgesh thus, even some of the Musalmīnare not for behind these communal traditional Hindus.
But even if it’s true, why the hell Musalmīn should oppose Durgesh ever?
Shouldn’t the Musalmīn support Durgesh blindly if Durgesh has really translated Ved deliberately not to contradict what Al Qur’an Al Karīm proposes?

There was nothing too exotic, too unusual, about the ground car.
There were two seats in tandem.
Each of that could hold three.
There were doors at each end of each seat.
The glossy sections that might ordinarily have been windows were black and opaque.
It was undoubtedly because of appropriate polarization.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was acquainted with that.
Ved Nagar was undoubtedly the utmost ultramodern scientific dream city.
They said it was the gateway to the Multiverse.

The interior of the car was lit by two round spots of brilliant green illumination in the ceiling.
The only thing Imām Muħammad Ħasan felt to be strange was the transmitter set into the partition immediately before the front seat and, of course, the added fact that there were no visible controls.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled respectfully to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.
“My lady, Umm-Al-Åālmīn, Umm Al JamhūriyatAl Årabiyat, I suppose the driver is on the other side of this partition?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled politely.
“Exactly so, Imām Muħammad Ħasan. Yet we can give our orders in this fashion.”
She leaned forward slightly and flicked a toggle switch that set a spot of red light flickering.
“You may start now.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said to the driver quietly, “We are ready.”

There was a muted whir that faded almost at once.
Then there was a very slight, very transitory pressing against the back of the seat, and then nothing.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was meticulously briefed about Ved Nagar yet even then;he couldn’t control himself from being surprised.
It was his ever first visit to the Dream City Ved Nagar.
“Are we moving?” he asked in surprise.
“Sure, we are.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled courteously, “Most of the ground cars here at Ved Nagar don’t move on wheels. They glide along a diamagnetic Eīshān Vaigyānic force field. Except for acceleration and deceleration, we’ll feel nothing.”
“Allah, what about curves?”
“The car will bank automatically to compensate. Its level is maintained when traveling up or downhill.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan said dryly,
“The controls must be complicated, I think.”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī laughed.
“Being jealous of Hindus? Don’t be. Ved Nagar is a Secular City. Its Commissioner of Police is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Then why a Hindu name, Ved Nagar?”
“It was the name supported by us Musalmān Beauties too as well as by the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.”
“I see. So you Musalmān Beauties are the perfect slaves of Hindus here?”
Slavery is a punishable crime here, my dear, on the contrary. Here at Ved Nagar we can’t use even a human servant.”
“What?”
“The Municipal Corporation of Ved Nagar has passed a resolution that no human may be disgraced here ever by using him/her as a servant. The robots are there to serve humankind in as large a number as it’s needed.”
“There are rumors in Pseudo Musalmīn that in Ved Nagar the Hindus have Musalmān servants only to humiliate us Musalmīn.”
“See yourself. Musalmīn are too here quite respected. The only prerequisite they have to surrender to live here is they have to get proper education. No uneducated/under educated human being can get any permanent residence here.”
“I see. I asked the controls of this car must be complicated. ”Imām Muħammad Ħasan deliberately changed the subject.*

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī let him change the subject.
“Quite automatic.” She said, “The driver of the vehicle is a robot.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan deliberately decided not to be more interested in the damn ground car.
The hell with it.
“How long will this take?” he asked as casually as he could make it.
Damn Ved Nagar.
Really the incredible Dream City.
Hell with it too.
“About an hour.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī cooed.
She was enjoying his irrational jealousy.
Why the hell Imām Muħammad Ħasan was jealous after all?
Weren’t his entire Musalmān houseladies residing here now permanently?
I had also offered him a grand residence with any of his numerous Musalmān houseladies.
The offer was still open.
Yet Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself said that he was more interested in serving Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Didn’t he?
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī went on,
“Air travel would have been speedier. But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was concerned to keep you enclosed for your own safety and honor. You see you’ve dishonored Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannatrz Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in Makkah Mukarramah, Modern  DemocraticÅrabia.”
“I see.”
“Sorry, the aircraft models available on Ved Nagar do not lend themselves to complete enclosure as does a ground car such as that in which we are now riding.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself couldn’t understand why he was acting so irrationally annoyed.
Wasn’t it his own plan?
And when it has succeeded, he wasn’t enjoying it as he should have.
For a moment,Imām Muħammad Ħasan stared curiously at Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.
A slut transformed now into an Al Muħsanah, a virtuous woman.
Shouldn’t Musalmīn must be grateful to Durgesh for it, instead of hating him.
What the hell the Pseudo Musalmīn wanted?
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī should have continued to be a slut for Hindus?
Was it more respectful for Pseudo Musalmīn?
Nonsense.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was immensely grateful to Durgesh.
And why the hell she shouldn’t be?

He controlled himself.
“Let’s get on with it, my lady. Before arriving here, I was briefed on Ved Nagar. But I couldn’t understand anything my daughter told me. She said Ved Nagar is actually the gateway to Multiverse.”
“That’s right. It leads to a planet the diameter of which is 9,500 miles. That’s the outermost of thirty-seven planets. All the planets are surprisingly inhabited.”
“How is it possible?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked furiously, “Shouldn’t at least the nearest planet to the sun be as hottest as the inhabitants there can’t survive? Shouldn’t at least the farthest planet to the sun must be as coldest as the inhabitants there can’t survive?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled prudently.
“That’s the point. They are neither hottest nor coldest to the extent.”
“I never heard of any solar system that has as many as thirty seven inhabitable planets.”
Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled at him meaningfully.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t say anything whatsoever.*

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī continued, however, now more confidently even.
“In climate and atmosphere, all these thirty seven planets almost resemble Earth to somewhat lesser or greater extent.”
“Let me see,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan raised his right hand, “are you trying to tell me modestly that Ved Nagar is actually Hindu Vishv Underground, now even more powerful than ever?”
“Well, there are some nations even that share your suspicion, Imām Muħammad Ħasan. You aren’t alone.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“No comment, gentleman.”
After a length, Imām Muħammad Ħasan managed to say.
“UNO knows of these facts?”
“Can these facts be hidden?”
“I see.”
“Exactly.”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan felt like an inhabitant of one of the smaller Cities, visiting the greatest City in the entire history of humankind.
He was counting the Levels in awe.
He had thought of a ‘dwelling’ as something like an apartment unit.
But it was nothing like that at all.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan passed from room to room endlessly.
Of course, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was with him on her knees and elbows.
I was still fucking her passionately from her glorious behind.
Panoramic, broad, windows were shrouded closely, allowing no hint of disturbing day to enter.
Lights came to life noiselessly from hidden sources as we entered into a room and died out again, as quietly when we left.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was wondering now whether his utmost ambitious daughter, now Al Sadar Al JamhūriyatAl Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the President of Modern Democratic Årabia, has imprisoned him shrewdly under the disguise of arranging a visit of Ved Nagar to him.
He couldn’t assure himself.
“So many rooms, my dear Hindu son in law?” said Imām Muħammad Ħasan, “So many. It’s like a very tiny City.”
“It would seem so, Abbū.” I smiled fucking Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī still vehemently, with equanimity.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan appreciated me genuinely.
What a man.
What a decent gallant man.
His own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies had degraded him, disgraced him, humiliated him, and even cuckolded him to themselves and this thorough Hindu gentleman.
But Durgesh never stopped respecting him.
He called him ‘Imām Sāħab’ when Nafīsah Salmān was with them and even ‘Abbū when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was with them.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never approved of his Ammī’s relationship with me might get any priority on her own relationship with me ever.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t understand why it was necessary to crowd so many residents of Ved Nagar together with Imām Muħammad Ħasan in close quarters.
“How many will be living with me here, Durgesh, my son?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked.
“With you?” I was surprised, “It’s your residence here at Ved Nagar, Abbū. Your daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan owns it. There will be herself when she comes here, me and a number of extremely beautiful easy to eyes lady robots.”
Allah, he had forgotten he was briefed expressly that Ved Nagar was a highly robotized utmost ultramodern City.

Chapter 12

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Ved Nagar: 1

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

   Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr

Durgesh Nasīm Muåāwiyah

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched the Executive Council gravely.

“The first anniversary is over.” She said, “No reprisals, no revnges I mean, of any kind whatsoever, either in deed or in speech, be taken against those who supported the wrong side. I know there still are countless Pseudo Musalmīn in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat that don’t think we the Ashvinātams actually propose the true Islam. They claim we educated sophisticated Musalmān Beauties have unconditionally surrendered to the entire Hindus forever whether they are Vedic Monotheist Hindus or the traditional ones. I want to reassure them that they are entirely mistaken.”

Dr. Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr looked at Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd.

He was listening to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan attentively.

“There is no point in humiliating the persons who don’t think that there’s a great difference in a normal man making love to a normal woman and a practicing Hindu Shaktimān making love to a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman. They think it’s only due to humiliating Musalmīn. No, never. It’s something else far better. I’m sorry to say that my government doesn’t agree with the claim of the Pseudo Musalmīn that they are the true Musalmīn. The female genital organ of a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman is a rheostat actually. The male genital organ of a practicing Hindu Shaktimān is the electrified magnetic bar that passes through that rhehostat causing the lines of magnatic force changing in every back and forth movement. Sorry that some persons of you don’t agree with this scientific explanation, but the fact is the theory works. We succeeded in doing the impossible thus.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled pushing her ever-gorgeous nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap, swallowing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her ever greeting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān twat.

I had gripped her extremely beautiful Musalmān waist with my palms strongly.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was visiting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt passionately wildly.

With every passing moment, my lust for her was ever increasing.

The Executive Council was watching it quite fascinated.

“Many honest persons believed they had good reason for wanting that which Eīshān Vigyān doesn’t want. There is no point in humiliating them to the point where they can believe their self-respect only by denouncing  Årab Islamic World herself. In turn, it is a strong and desirable custom that those who supported the lost side accept the loss cheerfully and without further discussion. The issue is behind us, on both sides, forever.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan paused.

She gazed levelly, calmly, at the assembled faces for a moment.

Then gravely Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, went on,

“A full one year has passed. People of the Council. Yet we should never forget it was only, ONLY, a year, not an era. I’m proud of announcing yet, our own progress is as meteoric in this past one year as somewhat that of Ved Nagar.”

There was a heavy applause.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She acknowledged the appreciation.

Nodded her head and went on.

“Affiliated with the Dream City, Ved Nagar, we, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, are indeed almost a powerful democracy now and there remain no external enemies of consequence.

“If we hadn’t revolted well planned, scientifically and intellectually, we would’ve still suffering from the age long Pseudo Islamic kingdom where there was no freedom to the commons. I don’t want to go through all our sufferings. Everyone of you has herself/himself suffered through it for a long time. They said the Hindus would make us a part of their own Hindu Empire. Well, did they? The former Saůūdī Årab is now more True Islamic than she was ever. We have a True Islamic Constitution now that we never had since Yazīd Malåūn counter revolted.

“What we have today we owe to my most lovable Hindu Live in Relationship Partner Durgesh. It is upon his great ever-democratic ever-reliable ever-masterminding Vedic Monotheist Hindu brain that we must rely for the future too. The danger henceforward, Councilors, is ourselves. From this point on, there must be no official doubt of the value of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, abbreviated AUM.”

“They say ‘AUM’ is a Hindu symbol.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “Okay. Let’s define afresh for ourselves. Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Neither Durgesh nor Ved Nagar administration has any objection if we redefine ‘AUM’ as Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched the Executive Council once again.

“Let us agree now, quietly and firmly, that there are to be no official doubts, criticisms, or condemnations of the establishment of the ever lasting, ever progressive, never backward,  Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. We must support it completely. It has proved itself over last full year already. It is the security of an ever lasting, ever progressive, never backward, Ummat-e-Muslimah, not terrorist, not inhumane, not against humanity ever. It must never be tampered with. Is it agreed?”

There was a quiet murmur.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hardly looked up to seek visual proof of agreement.

She knew every member of the Council and how each would react.

Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn had already refused to participate in the government its being Pro Ashvinātam.

Most of the members of the Executive Council were thus female members of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties SquadDurgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, themselves.

There wasn’t any question of any of them opposing this motion.

The male members were Pseudo Musalmīn of course.

But they were already a few.

Moreover, in the wake of the victory, there would be no objection now.

Next year perhaps.

Not now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would tackle the problems of next year next year.

Always except for―

“Thought control, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat?” asked Imām Muħammad Ħasan, her Abbū.

He was striding down the aisle.

Speaking loudly as if he wanted to make up for the silence of the rest.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Your views, Councilman Imām Muħammad Ħasan?” she asked.

“In any Democracy the government cannot impose a ban on free speech. All individuals, including honorable Councilwomen and Councilmen that have been elected for the purpose, have a right to discuss the political issues of the day. No political issue can possibly be divorced from the concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pushed back her glorious buttocks once again and swallowed my Uncut Hindu Cock once more into her ever tight, ever ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to the hilt.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face was expressionless.

“The government respects your views, honorable Councilman. I assure you there isn’t any limit to free speech within the context of the Concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. It is only the Concept itself that limits us by its very nature. There can be many ways of interpreting events before the government makes the final decision. Yet, once the government makes a decision it can be questioned no further in Council. Nor may it be questioned in advance as though one were to say, ‘if the Concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah were to state thus-and-so, it would be wrong’.”

“And yet if one honestly felt so, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked gravely.*

I was furious.

Bābarah Åālamgīr, can’t you understand what I said?”

“It’s the only way you can stop me from raping you. You are now too old to understand even the extreme needs of a young female body.”

“Nonsense.”

“I can’t blame the Jet Musalmān Beauties now that they rape you so much every now and then.”

“Shut up, you unsophisticated girl.”

“Fuck me, I say.” Bābarah Åālamgīr almost shouted now helplessly.

“I should say no. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered “But, I guess I’m just curious and I do love you. I think the worst thing I ever did was stop talking to you when you and my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, got separated. I missed you so much. Now I just want to be close to you.”

I looked at her, changed my tactics and kissed her forehead.

“You got turned on sitting there watching your friends having sex with your Hindu father, didn’t you?”

Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me.

“Only you aren’t my father. I haven’t your genes in my body. It’s only your blind misconception that, you are my father only because you fuck my Ammī. Allah, how the hell I wished to be in their place.”

I continued,

“I know you were fingering yourself. I saw it when you came.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me again,

“You’re too not supposed to see the things like that, if you don’t accept me your lover. Yet, thanks anyway, you never cared for that and kept on watching me when I was fingering myself.”

“How the hell can I miss it when you do it sitting next to me? I also saw you and Nasīm Muåāwiyah having sex the other night. I came down the steps and saw you on her bed. You had your Panjvaqtah Namāzī grand Musalmān ass pointing towards the door and her fingers were in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled meaningfully.

“What do you think? We didn’t know you were watching us? Nasīm Muåāwiyah saw you and she whispered it to me.”

“And yet you continued? Both of you?” I was immensely sarcastic.

“Why shouldn’t we? None of your stepdaughters accepts you her stepfather. Every one of us wants to sleep with you, instead.”

“Shame on you.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.

“I can’t believe you saw me doing that. Now I am embarrassed. Yā Allaaaaah!  I can’t believe you saw me like that.” Bābarah Åālamgīr mocked.

I smiled sarcastically.

Neither of us said anything for a minute.

Then Bābarah Åālamgīr asked, impishly, teasing me,

“Didn’t it turn you on? Watching me like that.”

I hesitated but then I decided to be honest at least.

No use in lying.

Neither Bābarah Åālamgīr, nor anyone else would have believed me.

“Yes it did, more than you can know.” I said gravely.

It was better.

Why destroy her even hope?

Can’t it take a destructive turn too?

Bābarah Åālamgīr could really rape me.

Would it be right?

“Did you go jerk off afterward, Durgesh darling?” She asked.

“No, I went and took a juice. And I’m not your Durgesh darling. I’m your Ammī’s Durgesh darling.” I answered somewhat curtly again.

She looked at me puzzled.

“Isn’t that’s a kind of strange reaction you getting turned on?”

“Yeah I suppose it is.” I admitted, “I guess it was more what I heard than what I saw that made me pour myself a juice.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr was struck speechless now as she recalled the conversation she had with Nasīm Muåāwiyah that night.

“The first anniversary celebrations have established Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā reincarnated, if not for everyone, at least for most of the Pseudo Musalmīn in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah had said.

“That was the purpose behind stretching the celebrations as long as a complete week. For the Seven Movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties SquadDurgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, the celebrations are still continued for one month.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled meaningfully, “Never forget Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan celebrated her honeymoon with Durgesh for a complete full month.”

She wasn’t sure how much I’d heard, but she knew she had to know it for the safety of her own success with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled cunningly and asked,

“What was it you heard?”

I said curtly,

“I heard my Live in Relationship Partner’s, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr; telling her friend, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, that it was ok for her to go after her Hindu father. I also heard Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, admit to Nasīm Muåāwiyah having desires for her Hindu father.”

Neither of us said anything for a while.

Then it was Bābarah Åālamgīr that, again broke the silence.

“Does that upset you?”

“Shouldn’t it?” I asked instead in turn, somewhat sarcastically.

“What was your reaction?” She asked with more than a little apprehension, impishly.

“Naturally, I got excited, sexually aroused.” I said, “A normal reaction of any man that isn’t impotent.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled triumphantly, looked up at me and asked.

“Doesn’t that mean that you are willing to make love to me, if I request to you?” The optimism in her voice was not hidden.

Moreover, I heard it.

“Honestly, no. I guess it’s a question of moral. Nasīm Muåāwiyah is with me. That’s kind of weird, after having sex with all your friends while you sat and watched, I have a moral duty to Nasīm Muåāwiyah at least, even if not to the rest of them. Still, Bābarah Åālamgīr, I love you and I am so glad that you are back in my life. I don’t want to screw it up and I am afraid that if I agreed, it would change our relationship forever.”

“For better.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said interrupting and protesting my thought process.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t a common normal Musalmān Beauty at least, even if she wasn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself reincarnated.

She managed to take them in the first anniversary celebrations of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.

Didn’t she?

Wasn’t it time travel?

“I don’t agree with you.” I said gravely.

“I don’t blame the Jet Musalmān Beauties who rape you every now and then. You leave no other option to them.”

“Shut up.”*

Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, watched her Abbū austerely.

“If one honestly felt so, one could say so, if one were a private individual, discussing the matter in a private context.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.

“You mean, then, that the limitations on free speech that you propose are to apply entirely and specifically to government officials?”

“Exactly.” Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, said resolutely, “This is not a new principle of Islamic law. It has been applied before by the kings, queens and even by the Presidents of entire denominations, entire sects, of Islam and various Islamic political parties in Turkey, Pakistan, etcetera various Islamic countries wherever Democracy existed in any form whatsoever. A private point of view means nothing. An official expression of opinion carries weight and can be dangerous. We have not come this far to risk danger now.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.

His own daughter was trying to teach him Islam.

Wasn’t he himself a duly approved and acknowledged Imām even when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was born?

He, in his hurt self-pride, absolutely  had forgotten that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now a widely approved and duly acknowledged re incarceration of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself.

Moreover, they believed even her Svarūpé Avasthānam had been attained.

He didn’t realize how dangerous his mistake was.

“May I point out, Madam President, Madam Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, that this principle of yours has been applied, sparsely and occasionally, to specific acts of Council. It has never been applied to something as vast and indefinable as the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. You are trying to imitate Ved Nagar Administration. But we aren’t that much advanced in Democracy. Hindus are, and always were, democrats. We, Musalmīn were never except the thirty years of pre Yazīd Malåūn era of Ħuzūrs and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrz.”

Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah needs the protection most, for it is precisely there that questioning can be more fatal.”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan made another dangerous mistake.

He turned, addressing now the seated rows of Council members.

They seemed one and all to have caught their breath.

It was even quite obvious that they were awaiting the outcome of the duel.

“Will you not consider, Madam President, Madam Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Council members, that there is every reason to think an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah could not be acceptable to entire Musalmīn, ever?”

Pseudo Musalmīn, you must say, Imām Sāħab.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled disarmingly.

“I don’t agree that all of us are Pseudo Musalmīn.”

“Yet, most of the Musalmīn present day, are Pseudo Musalmīn, don’t you agree?”

“Nonsense, we―”

“No, it isn’t nonsense.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan interrupted her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, “We, Musalmīn are the second largest group of humankind on the globe. The Christians are number one, the largest―”

“It’s because the Christians are still devoted to preach their religion more honestly and more sincerely than we Musalmīn do.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said furiously.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently.

“You mean we Musalmīn are not as devoted to Islam now as the Christians are still devoted to Christianity?”

“That’s right.”

“If that’s the case, are we really Musalmīn?”

“Well,”

“Doesn’t it make us Pseudo Musalmīn, if what you say is true?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched the Council members.

Allah, they were more impressed with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan than they were impressed with him.

Yet the very damn concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t digest an entire Ummat-e-Muslimah having every Musalmān lady, or almost every Musalmān lady, being fucked by a Hindu with the express legal consent of the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah herself.

Allah, no!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted the utmost unacceptable.

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

So, it was the condition the Ved Nagar Administration has agreed to help her?

Imām Muħammad Ħasan would never fall to the extent.

Neither, he would ever allow the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah to fall to it.

He was determined to see it to happen.

Of all the wretched proposals…

Allah, damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!

 Chapter 2

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam