Āmnah Azhar laughed impishly,
In Surah (56)AI-Waqi`ah the same thing has been described as Kitab-um-Maknun (the hidden and preserved Book) and in Surah (85)AI-Buruj 22 as Lauh-i Mahfuz (the Preserved Tablet), that is, the Tablet whose writing cannot be effaced, which is secure from every kind of interference.
By saying that the Qur’an is inscribed in Umm al-Kitab, attention has been drawn to an important truth.
Different Books had been revealed by Allah in different ages to different Prophets for the guidance of different nations in different languages, but aII these Books invited mankind to one and the same Faith: they regarded one and the same thing as the Truth; they presented one and the same criterion of good and evil; they propounded the same principles of morality and civilization; in short, they brought one and the same Din (Religion).
The reason was that their source and origin was the same, only words were different; they had the same meaning and theme which is inscribed in a Source Book with Allah, and whenever there was a need, He raised a Prophet and sent down the same meaning and subject-matter clothed in a particular diction according to the environment and occasion.
Had Allah willed to raise the Prophet Muhammad (upon whom be His peace) in another nation instead of the Arabs, He would have sent down the same Qur’an in the language of that nation.”’
“What do you want to say actually, Āmnah Azhar?”
“Don’t tell me that you didn’t understand.” Āmnah Azhar smiled, “I would never believe. You are too wise that no one can believe you didn’t understand.”
“And why does Allah need to keep this Source Book with him?”
“Simple, so that there could never be any alteration Allah doesn’t want in the Source Book.” Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly, “Stupid question. I never thought you can’t understand even such a simple necessity.”
“I see.” I smiled patiently, “So, you think Allah can save this Source Book, Alkitāb, from any unwanted alteration only if it’s with Him? As soon as it’s out of His exclusive possession, Allah is, Shanno Mitrah, never capable to keep it safe from it? You really think Allah is that much incapable, Shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā!”*
Her partner and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had just broken up.
It wasn’t that big of a deal, but she had probably been the one Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was most ready to settle down with.
They’d been together for a year.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had thought that they were on a great track that had a promising future.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was optimistic that within the coming years there would be equal rights and at least general acceptance of their lifestyle.
However, when Al Samīnah Al Faraħ told her that she didn’t think that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was truly a “lesbian”, she took offense.
It didn’t matter that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was genuinely attracted to her, or that they had great chemistry.
In the end, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ wasn’t “real”.
Her bisexuality was a problem and it brought to an end what seemed so bright only days before.
As a result, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ ended up back home over New Year’s Day weekend.
That’s kind of how Al Samīnah Al Faraħ got into the situation that she currently found herself in.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was thinking that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would just get some time away from the pressures of office and the break up and take a breather.
Her sisters, normally her support crew, were off enjoying their own lives in different parts of the world and were probably out working it with someone special for the big January 1.
Not Al Samīnah Al Faraħ.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would just be home alone with me.
That’s the other part of her situation, I.
Despite being extremely loyal to the Pseudo Islam and Kashmir valley, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ loved me to death, but sometimes I was a bit over mature.
Growing up with a coop immensely full of hens, I learned almost everything about them.
Three daughters and their Ammī.
Naturally, I got quite clued in.
When Al Samīnah Al Faraħ asked to come over for the holiday, I had promised her a fun care-free time.
And I had delivered.
I managed to take her mind off her break up, her ex, and getting acclimated to a life of singleness all over again.
Course, I managed to do that by getting us both smashed.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had driven the hour from office to the house Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had grown up in and had arrived to find a sizable amount of alcoholic beverages and liquors spread out across the counter tops.
Never surrendered to me for keeping Alcohol out of their life.
Sometimes, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ thought whether Durgesh is really right.
They wanted to establish Islamic supremacy on Hindus either this way or that way.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was neither nude nor he needed to.
I was nude and serving his extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar with my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot profoundly.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was lying on his back on the bed.
Āmnah Azhar wasn’t alone enjoying his such services.
Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī was the everfirst that used her younger brother’s tongue for it.
Then it was Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, their Ammī.
Then their beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
His tongue was so expert in this service now that he was more popular among needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies and their beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends as a tongue service provider than as a normal man even.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī even enjoyed our Ashvinātam sexual orgasms when our secretions naturally fell into his open mouth.
I knew their activities were not normal.
After Narendr Modi won the election 2014 and became the 15th Prime Minister of India, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s such services were so much in demand that he approached other similar minded Pseudo Musalmīn friends of him and started a regular tongue service providing commercial network.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Sidrah Aħmad and Rājesh Rājpūt were approached, and they delightfully congratulated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and his similar cuckold Musalmān friends for providing such superb services to Hindus and their Musalmān beloveds.
“It’s a totally new approach. Of course, Durgesh, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and similar over humane Hindus would never appreciate it, but the Hindu society is not made of such ever impractical persons only.”
“Let’s get you ready,” Lākhan Singh said.
He stood in front of Shamīmah Iftikħār and expertly pulled her nightgown over her head.
Shamīmah Iftikħār couldn’t believe this was happening.
Now Shamīmah Iftikħār was breathing so hard it felt like panting.
Lākhan Singh put his hands on her ankles.
“Relax,” he said.
Then he propped her legs up on the couch so Shamīmah Iftikħār was spread wide open.
Shamīmah Iftikħār ached for release.
Shamīmah Iftikħār had already gotten herself going before, now this was something out of a fantasy.
Shamīmah Iftikħār tried to grab his head and keep it there.
He took her hand and stepped aside.
Shamīmah Iftikħār realized someone was standing there- no, five people.
The crowd outside was now in the house.
He was maybe twenty-five with a smiling, eager face.
Brown hair, average build, and naked.
Shamīmah Iftikħār stared at it.
4-5 inches long.
Her stomach felt tight, her hands shook a little.
He stroked himself for a few seconds, eyes locked on her naked skin.
Shamīmah Iftikħār saw a tiny drop of precum on the tip of its head.
Shamīmah Iftikħār closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing.
This is what Shamīmah Iftikħār wanted, right?
But Shamīmah Iftikħār can’t!
Not like this.
Her breath stopped.
Shamīmah Iftikħār felt Lākhan Singh squeeze her hand again.
Well, that’s what they said was at stake!
Vīr Vikram Pratāp pushed all the way in, then slowly started fucking Shamīmah Iftikħār in a steady rhythm.
Each one felt different.
Each experience was amazing.
Rājesh Rājpūt laughed.
“We Pakistani Sunni Musalmān women love Durgesh, but we hate you, Rājesh Rājpūt! Shankar Mahāpralayankar! Sidrah Aħmad! You are crazy persons. Durgesh is of course radically different from you communal animal Hindus.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed.
“Rājesh Rājpūt, Shamīmah Iftikħār, the great Pakistani Sunni Musalmān politician loves Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, instead of us. Durgesh is really a miracle. Entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies want to get his Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into their Musalmān Choots without any single exception even.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī and her ever enthusiast Young Musalmān Lady Brigade is managing it all. they cunningly, shrewdly and intelligently plan to advertise the fantastic attributes of Durgesh’s Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund. I see even every beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is crazy to get it inside her.”*
It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes.
My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was still buried entirely into her still miraculously tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Alas, Muħammad Naåīm couldn’t give her what I could, neither money, nor sex.
I smiled to myself as I looked at it.
It was the 3rd night of our ten-day vacation in Kashmir valley.
It was the reason Sāliħah Faisal separated herself from Muħammad Naåīm.
“It’s wrong. It’s a sin in Islam.” Muħammad Naåīm had refused Sāliħah Faisal outright.
“Well,” Sāliħah Faisal thundered, “I’m your wife, and I love it.”
Muħammad Naåīm was startled
“Isn’t my ass extraordinarily beautiful?”
“Of course, it is. Of course, it is. But it doesn’t mean…”
“What do you mean ‘Why?’? It’s wrong. It’s a sin.” Muħammad Naåīm was quite surprised.
“I hinted you before our marriage.” Sāliħah Faisal said curtly.
“You said you’d see to it.”
“That’s right, Sāliħah Faisal, but…”
“No but, you promised me. I need it.”
Muħammad Naåīm didn’t oblige her and it brought Sāliħah Faisal ultimately to me.
Still smiling, I quietly slid out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve myself.
Turning the light back off before I opened the bathroom door into the bedroom, as not to disturb Sāliħah Faisal, I quietly grabbed my robe from the chaise at the foot of the bed and slipped it on.
Opening the door of our room, I quietly crept out and walked down the hall of our dull jheel side condo.
HVSI owned several beautiful enormous structures in Kashmir valley.
I always enjoyed this time of the day.
I enjoyed watching the sunrise before the world awoke and got its day started.
Making sure as not to make any noise and wake the kids up, I put some coffee on.
Once the kids were up our day would be nonstop.
Well, at least when the boys woke up.
My boys from Sāliħah Faisal, Devesh and Shubhesh, were 11 and 9.
Her oldest was Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
She was 19.
Once my coffee was ready, I poured myself a cup and walked to the sliding glass door that lead out to the deck.
I walked out on to the deck, quietly slid the door and closed behind me.
I pulled a chair close to the edge of the deck and sat down in it.
Promptly propping my feet up on the railing in front of me.
I inhaled deeply the aromatic aroma of my coffee before enjoying the first sip.
I was a man at peace.
I owned my own consulting firms under HVSI and it made a good living for my entire families.
My friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful extremely beautiful wife, of 22 years, Sāliħah Faisal, was a wedding consultant.
Between the two of us, our incomes afforded us opportunities I would have loved to have as a child myself.
As I reflected, I thought about our children.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was 19 and was my girl to the core.
Her own Abbū, Muħammad Naåīm, was a loser in her eyes.
She was sympathetic for him, yet he wasn’t her hero, I was.
A loser can get sympathies, but none wants to be as him.
He was ‘poor Abbū’, as far as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was concerned.
She had graduated high school the year prior and was just completing her first year of junior college.
I was so proud of her.
No one could deny that Sāliħah Faisal’s oldest was a beauty indeed.
With her stunning looks, she had landed her first modeling gig at sixteen.
At 5’7, she had chocolate brown eyes and they were framed by long spiky lashes.
Her hair that hung just at her shoulder blades was thick and a light honey brown color.
It complemented her flawless creamy coffee complexion.
What made it worse, from a fatherly perspective, was how curvaceously shaped her body was.
Although she modeled, she was no string bean.
I had no idea her exact chest size or clothing size, but I did know that she had very full breasts, a curvy waist and an ass, that when she wore a bikini made men do double takes.
This didn’t bring comfort to me, however.
That was the baby girl they were ogling.
Nevertheless, what surprised me even more was how comfortable Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was with her body.
Not that I wanted Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter, to have a distorted body image, but she was comfortable to the point that around the house she wore things that Sāliħah Faisal would have to remind her to cover up because she had brothers.
At the shore of the jheel, it was even worse.
The back of her bikini bottom, if one could call it that did little to hide her wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān assets.
I always teased her and called her double trouble because she had brains and beauty both.
I would tell her she would be a formidable match for any man.
I didn’t worry as much about Devesh and Shubhesh as I did Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
Devesh was more a rough and tumble boy, whereas Shubhesh was the more sensitive one.
I chalked that up to the fact that Shubhesh was definitely an Ammī’s boy through and through.
Sāliħah Faisal babied him almost to a fault.
That was the one area Sāliħah Faisal and I, as parents, disagreed with each other the most.
I felt that she babied Shubhesh too much and was making him too dependent on her.
Sāliħah Faisal felt that I never came to her defense where Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was concerned.
Sāliħah Faisal and Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm butted heads, the older Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm got.
That, however, doesn’t mean that they didn’t have a good mother daughter relationship, but Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm’s fiercely independent spirit definitely had its moments when it clashed with Sāliħah Faisal’s over protective mothering.
When Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm turned 18 and started being a bit less conservative, in her manner of dress, that was when they really started butting heads.
Less conservative meaning her clothes tended to accentuate that body that I was so cautious for her about.
However, I believed Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm to be an adult and she should be allowed to make her own decisions.
I was so lost in my musings that I didn’t seem to notice the time passing and the sky was just starting to lighten.
As my eyes scanned out on the shore of the jheel, I noticed someone out there.
My, I thought, someone’s out here even earlier than I am.
As my eyes focused, the person appeared to be maybe doing yoga out on the shore of the jheel.
It was hard for me to tell.
I leaned a bit forward in my chair and let my eyes focus.
It appeared to be a woman.
She was on her back with her legs tucked under her.
Her back was arched though pushing her chest high into the sky.
Her arms were stretched out beside her and her head resting on the sand.
The light in the sky was lightening up enough that I was starting to see a little clearer.
My eyes widened and my mouth gaped open as I discerned two things at once.
One, the woman wasn’t wearing a bikini top.
I could clearly see the definition of her full breasts.
Her nipples pert and pointing in the air.
But secondly, and more importantly, that woman wasn’t just any woman, it was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
I was dumbfounded.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was topless and doing yoga on the shore of the dull jheel.
As if completely oblivious to me sitting there, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm got up from the position she’d been lying in.
She stood with her back to me.
I suddenly remembered Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm doing the same thing?
I, still sitting there now saw that she was not just topless but bottomless as well.
Something in my brain told me to get up and go in the house.
However, I sat there almost paralyzed.
I’d seen Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm’s butt before, but covered a little at least with a bikini bottom.
But now, with her back to me I had a completely unobstructed view, and the view was incredible.
Her cheeks were plump and full. The kind that a man could lose my load over doing her from behind.
I felt a distinct reaction to this thought.
My face didn’t froze, in horror, as I realized looking at Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter’s ass was giving me a hard on.
It was normal for me now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Just Eighteen Just Adult and Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movements had made my brain convinced that it was normal for me to lust and have sex with even Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girls.
If I didn’t oblige them, they turned out to be my bitterest enemy.
While if I obliged them, they were my everbest friends instead.
“It’s a delicate medical matter to take a cherry of a Just Eighteen Just Adult girl.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan argued, “It’s better the everbest sex therapist must do it, instead of an immensely inexperienced new learner.”
I wasn’t startled to find out that their blind followers and fans immediately grabbed it as the utmost important medical necessity.
Without turning back, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked toward the water.
I watched as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked further into the surf.
The further she walked, the more of her body was hidden as it submerged in the water.
I made my getaway into the house when I watched her dunk herself under the water.
Almost in a daze, I made my way back to Sāliħah Faisal and my room. Sāliħah Faisal was just waking up as I walked in.
She smiled at me as I came through the door.
“Hey stud,” she said suggestively, all the while smiling.
Momentarily undecided, I had to pull my thoughts together.
“Good morning sexy,” I said to Sāliħah Faisal as I crawled on to our bed.
Once I settled myself beside Sāliħah Faisal, Sāliħah Faisal pulled herself up on top of my lap and straddled me.
She ground herself against me and was pleased at the reaction she got. Little did she know, though, my reaction wasn’t necessarily due to her grinding against me.
I hadn’t quite recovered from seeing Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
I saw the glint in Sāliħah Faisal’s eyes and I knew what she wanted.
I made the gesture to slide my pajama bottoms down and Sāliħah Faisal raised herself up enough for me to do so.
My eyes closed and my breath inhaled as I felt my friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful extremely beautiful wife, wrap around me.
Opening my eyes, I looked at Sāliħah Faisal and put my index finger in front of my mouth in a “shhh” motion.
Whispering, Sāliħah Faisal asked, “why?”
“”We don’t need the kids to hear,” I whispered back.
“They’re asleep, they’ll never know,” Sāliħah Faisal whispered back with a bit more volume.
I furrowed my brow at her,
“No, they’re not. Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm is awake.”
Sāliħah Faisal’s eyes widened,
She loved how rigid and hard I was as she slammed herself down harder and harder upon it.
Sāliħah Faisal kept this motion up as if endlessly.
Until my eyes signaled to her that, I was about to cum.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Årab Mahā Bhārat:
1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
وَمَا كَانَ هَـذَا الْقُرْآنُ أَن يُفْتَرَى مِن دُونِ اللّهِ وَلَـكِن تَصْدِيقَ الَّذِي بَيْنَ يَدَيْهِ وَتَفْصِيلَ الْكِتَابِ لاَ رَيْبَ فِيهِ مِن رَّبِّ الْعَالَمِين‘
‘And this Qur’an is such that it could not be composed by any unless it be revealed from Allah. It is a confirmation of the revelation made before it and a detailed exposition of the Book.’
I laughed and pulled Al Sabīħā Al Saůūd again into my male Hindu lap.
My lap became hot instantly.
Al Sabīħā Al Saůūd took my Hindu Penis into her palm and squeezed it.
Then she started to play with it again.
It was apparent that Al Sabīħā Al Saůūd was again becoming heated.
“Sabīħā! You don’t take proper interest in Politics. You devote more and more time to bring perfection in your job in Hindu Vishv.” I started to play with her magnificent Saůūdī Årab Muslimāt female breasts, “Therefore you don’t know, dear, what is happening in Årab Universe today.”
“Let me see―” Al Sabīħā Al Saůūd again squeezed my Hindu Prick suggestively, “Algeria, Bahrain, Comoros, Djibouti, Egypt, Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait ,Lebanon, Libya, Mauritania, Morocco, Oman, Palestine, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, Tunisia, UAE and Yemen― these are the twenty two Årab Creations today. Are these not?”
“These are.” I confirmed her, “You Årabs are so ancient oriented, darling that you have gone to the Creations even in the same mode as you were when the human beings were confined to a single planet Earth only.”
Al Sabīħā Al Saůūd kissed my Hindu Cock passionately.
“Durgesh! You beat Ashok first and now―It was you who made us Årab Muslims to go to Creations. Islam was losing its glory, Durgesh, when you suddenly appeared out of nowhere and saved it by advancing your great theory that Ved is the ‘Alkitāb’, Qur’ān talks of.”
وَمَا كَانَ هَـذَا الْقُرْآنُ أَن يُفْتَرَى مِن دُونِ اللّهِ وَلَـكِن تَصْدِيقَ الَّذِي بَيْنَ يَدَيْهِ وَتَفْصِيلَ الْكِتَابِ لاَ رَيْبَ فِيهِ مِن رَّبِّ الْعَالَمِين‘
‘wa mā kān hāzal qur’ānu anyyuftarā min dūnil-laahi walākin tasdeeqal-lazee bain yadaihi wa tafseelal kitābi lā raib feehi mir rab-bil ‘åālmeen’
‘And this Qur’an is such that it could not be composed by any unless it be revealed from Allah. It is a confirmation of the revelation made before it and a detailed exposition of the Book.’*45 Beyond doubt it is from the Lord of the universe.’
I smiled at my Saůūdī Årab Muslimā personal secret agent, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Ruqayyā Al Wahāb.
Simultaneously, she went on to say:
“Your most credible Maulānā Saiyad Abul Åālā Maudūdī raħamatullāh ålaihi has written a footnote on this Āyat-e-Kareemā, under no.45:
‘*45.The statement that it is ‘a confirmation of the revelation made before it’ underscores that the Qur’an lays no claim of introducing anything novel, of coming forth with any innovation at variance with the fundamental teachings already communicated to man through the Prophets (peace be on them). The Qur’anic claim merely consists of confirming and authenticating those teachings. Had the Qur’an been the product of the imagination of the founder of an altogether new religion, the outcome of a creative brain, it would have borne traces of novelty in order to emphasize its distinctiveness.
The second part of the statement, namely that the Qur’an is a ‘detailed exposition of the Book’ is equally significant. What this means is that the Qur’an elaborates those fundamental teachings which constitute the core and essence of all the scriptures (Al-Kitāb); that is, those teachings which have been sufficiently elucidated in the Qur’an so that they might be grasped by people and penetrate their hearts; and additionally, it has been shown how those teachings could be applied to practical life.
I left Saůūdī Årabia because human rights there, were never as justified, as here. Moreover, the women rights were worse. Even a website displays:
Saudi women face severe discrimination in many aspects of their lives, including education, employment, and the justice system and are clearly regarded as inferior to men. Although they make up 70% of those enrolled in universities, women make up just 5% of the workforce in Saudi Arabia, the lowest proportion in the world. The treatment of women has been referred to as “gender apartheid.” Implementation of a government resolution supporting expanded employment opportunities for women met resistance from within the labor ministry, from the religious police, and from the male citizenry. These institutions and individuals generally claim that according to Sharia a woman’s place is in the home caring for her husband and family.
In the legal system, women face discrimination as the criminal laws of Saudi Arabia adhere to strict Islamic precepts. An example of this is the requirements for testifying in criminal proceedings; The witness must be deemed sane, the age of an adult, and a Muslim. Non-Muslims may not testify in criminal court. Women may not testify unless it is a personal matter that did not occur in the sight of men. The testimony of a woman is not regarded as fact but as presumption. The reasons women are forbidden to testify in proceedings are (quote):
1. Women are much more emotional than men and will, as a result of their emotions, distort their testimony.
2. Women do not participate in public life, so they will not be capable of understanding what they observe.
3. Women are dominated completely by men, who by the grace of God are deemed superior; therefore, women will give testimony according to what the last man told them.
4. Women are forgetful, and their testimony cannot be considered reliable.
As a result of these laws women are particularly vulnerable in cases of assault and/or rape, as their testimony is treated as a presumption, while that of their attackers is accepted as fact. In some cases, victims of sexual assault are punished on the grounds that they should not be alone with unrelated males.  Women are not allowed to drive or ride bicycles on public roads in large cities. However, some do so on rural roads illegally. Women are allowed to fly aircraft, though they must be chauffeured to the airport. Education, although limited, has become an important aspect. Religious police enforce a modest code of dress; foreign women are also expected to wear abaya, violators may face caning, harassment or fines. There are numerous legal restrictions of what kind of jobs women can do (as to prevent their direct contact with men). Progressively over the decades, many foreigners residing in the Kingdom have reported that enforcement of dress code laws has become slightly less strict. Institutions from schools to ministries to restaurants are always sex-segregated. Women cannot be admitted to a hospital, examined by a doctor, travel abroad or leave the house without the express permission and/or company of an immediate male relative. After their first menstrual cycle, women must cover their entire body in a long black cloak (abaaya) as according to tradition. Failing to do so results in severe punishment.
Prior to 2008, women were not allowed to enter hotels and furnished apartments without a chaperon or “mahram.” With a 2008 Royal Decree, however, the only requirement needed to allow women to enter hotels are their national ID cards, and the hotel must inform the nearest police station of their room reservation and length of stay.
According to the CIA world factbook, 70.8% of females are literate, in comparison to 84.7% literacy rates in males.
Women are forbidden from voting – only men were allowed to take part in the 2005 elections that determined half of the country’s 179 municipal councils.
My Hindu penis was moving forwards and backwards with all his immense strength and it was needed.
The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer was a tall wavy haired young man.
“Tell me, Durgesh! Is there any chance, I can face the trial, and come out of it keeping my head high still then?”
“Brother!” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer smiled, “Durgesh may keep you even out of the witness stand.”
“I know, I know.” Said the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer impatiently, “But…”
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer even did not allow the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer to finish his sentence,
“Haven’t you heard, Brother, the name of Perry Mason, the number one criminal lawyer of U.S.A?”
Sheikħ Al Zabeer saw his younger sister in astonishment.
“What nonsense are you talking, Al Hudā?”
“You don’t know even the truth behind it.” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer was all excitement now.
“Al Hudā!” The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, said in a manner as if he had lost everything, “There isn’t any Perry Mason. It’s just a fictitious character devised, invented, conceived, and created by Erle Stanley Gardener.”
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer smiled.
“Don’t allow yourself to be full of the prejudices our enemies want you to be.”
The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, saw me.
“Durgesh! I think my younger sister, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, is now your unmarried wife. Am I right?”
“Doubtlessly. Actually it’s our honeymoon, and you are with us, for she wants so.”
“She is over enthusiastic now, because she has you as her boy friend. Ħusnā doesn’t have you till now.”
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer saw her elder young brother with complain.
“Brother! Why don’t you understand? Durgesh is in our side.”
“No. You don’t see. You don’t understand. You are too full of communal feelings to understand.”
The Basic Law adopted in 1992 declared that Saudi Arabia is a monarchy ruled by the sons and grandsons of King Abd Al Aziz Al Saud, and that the Qur’an is the constitution of the country, which is governed on the basis of Islamic law (Shari’at).
Startled Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer saw her elder young brother.
“I? I’m full of communal feelings? I’m communal?”
“Don’t take it otherwise, Al Hudā!” Al Zabeer said, “I’m fighting against a whole organized iron clad system, based on communalism. It’s not new. It’s as old as the creations themselves.”
“Creations? You used the word ‘creations’, instead of ‘creation’?” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā, wife of Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, interrupted.
She had met me at first in Kuwait, in Durgesh Al Hudā suit.
There are no recognized national political parties, although the Green Party of Saudi Arabia has been active since 2001.
The state’s ideology is Wahhabism.
She had eleven paternal uncles.
According to his phone call, received by me in my Moroccan girl friend, Sheikħzādī Al Fataħ Al Ħasan’s royal suit, at Hotel Sheikħ Palace, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer was speaking from Riyadh. He wanted to contact me in Hindu Vishύ. However, he couldn’t contact me there, as I had already come to Kuwait with his beautiful and talented niece, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer.
He had phoned there to inform me:
‘I’m in Riyadh. I’ve an utmost urgent political work here. I love my nephew, Al Zabeer. He is suffering from gross misunderstanding. To present my side of the picture, I depute my wife Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā.’
I charged Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā when she came to me:
‘You are my present with respect from Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer. He didn’t want to explain his version of the story only. He wanted to keep me in his side and you are the price he has paid.’
“I know, Auntie! What you are intimating.” the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, said gravely. Uncle Ůmer deputed you to meet Durgesh, not to help me, but to help himself. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā pushed her glorious nude feminine buttocks into my nude Hindu masculine lap, swallowing my entire longest, strong, stout, solid, fleshy, stallion, Hindu penis into her beautiful, tight, glorious, Årab Muslimā cunt.
“We all love you, Zabeer! We all want to get you out of this mess.” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā said gravely.
The young Sheikħ laughed.
“Enjoy Durgesh’s entire longest, best, tough, corpulent, rock-hard, thickset, stallion, Strong, stout, solid, fleshy, 12” long 5” thick Hindu Penis into your beautiful, tight, glorious, Årab Muslimā cunt, Auntie! You can’t befool me. Don’t try. Don’t be ridiculous. Serve your both Masters and enjoy yourself.”
“I haven’t even a single master, Zabeer!” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā stared him contemptuously, “I’m not anybody’s slave. I hate slavery. Neither Durgesh is my master nor even your uncle, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer. Even he is my husband only.”
The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, laughed.
Mahārudr Bachhalyā was present in the meeting held against the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer.
It was the Sheikħ Palace of Kuwait itself where the meeting was arranged.
All the eleven paternal uncles of Al Hudā, all her fifteen maternal uncles, all her thirty seven ‘uncles’ married to her mother’s thirty seven sisters, and all her thirty five ‘uncles’ married to her father’s thirty five sisters attended the meeting.
The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer was serious.
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer had started to view Earth again.
The retractile iridium-steel lid protected the view room against the scouring of the atmosphere and its dust particles.
It had been sucked back.
The lights were out and the gallery was full.
The faces peering over the bars were clear in the Earthshine.
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer was thrusting her gorgeous nude feminine buttocks repeatedly into my nude masculine Hindu lap, and swallowing my entire everlongest everthickest everstrong Hindu penis into her tight glorious Årab Muslimā cunt.
She saw her elder young brother.
What does he want to say?
She had gone to Durgesh and brought him with her.
Her friend, Sheikħzādī Bāno Al Åbdul Kareem Al Saiyadā helped her.
Why it was so?
Yet, Zabeer didn’t show any interest to take and to appreciate Durgesh’s indispensable help.
“Al Hudā! I asked you something.” The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer again addressed her.
“I’m thinking something else, brother!” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer stared at him meaningfully.
“I’m thinking why you aren’t interested in taking Durgesh’s help.” Her voice was thoughtful.
The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer observed his beautiful younger sister seriously.
“Ab initio,” The incredibly beautiful young Sheikħzādī, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, said, “Right from the beginning; there is a struggle between men and women. We, women are fighting for our freedom and for our birthright of self-respect, survival and power.”
Sheikħ Al Zabeer didn’t say anything.
He just kept on listening gravely.
“Everybody can easily see, we, the women were right. Yet, the men refused to give us our birthright. They wanted all to take from us and to give us nothing in exchange. We were killed. Our own fathers buried us alive in the graves. We were compelled to be slaves of men. We were sold and purchased as if we were a commodity, a plaything for men, and as if not a human being. There are only a few men who can see and can understand the tragedy we were, and are, suffering from. There are only a few men who have a moral as high as to help us in our religious fight, in our ‘Jihād’, for survival. We are trying our best to unite these men. Brother! If you are one of them, as Durgesh is, why don’t you unite with him? We have made Durgesh to see our side and to help us, while….”
“On what cost?” Sheikħ Al Zabeer interrupted.
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer smiled.
Sheikħ Al Zabeer noticed that her smile was very sweet and disarming, yet it was very shrewd also simultaneously.
“Al Hudā!” He said, “The sanctity of a woman also comes under the purview of her self respect and her self pride.”
“True.” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer said smiling, “And what’s it?”
Sheikħ Al Zabeer looked at his beautiful younger sister gravely.
“The sanctity of a woman is that she shouldn’t sell herself. She shouldn’t resort to prostitution.”
“I haven’t sold myself. We aren’t selling ourselves. We haven’t resorted to prostitution”
“Can you deny that Durgesh is helping you on the cost of your beautiful female body?”
“My dear brother!” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer said curtly, “That’s what even the matrimony is. That’s why I don’t believe in matrimony. I’ve friendship with Durgesh. We are friends. He is doing what he can do for me, and I’m doing what I can do for him.”
“And the same philosophy applies to all of you, I think!”
“Naturally.” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer smiled, “Why shouldn’t it?”
Who knows, may be she herself was a time controlling girl, having a key to the ‘Kālchakr Tilism’.
Her Excellency Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maimoon was not a bad administrator.
She loved her girls very much.
There are infinite things Durgesh can do for her, but Her Excellency Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maimoon can’t do.
There are infinite things Durgesh can give her, but Her Excellency Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maimoon can’t.
Durgesh is the best male companion a woman can dream of.
Naturally, Her Excellency Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maimoon can’t replace him.
She is not a male.
Moreover, Durgesh was even Her Excellency Sheikħzādī Allāh al Maimoon’s administrator.
“What do you think, Durgesh?” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā smiled receiving my Hindu sex kicks into her glorious, beautiful, Årab Muslimā cunt violently and eagerly as before, “Why Al Zabeer is refusing to accept your help?”
She was enjoying me now immensely into herself.
Being an Al Mujāhidā, she was loyal to herself only.
‘Sur nar muni sab ki yahi reetee,
svaarath laagi karahin sab preetee.’
―Shrī Rām Charit Mānas 4:11:2.
Instead of me Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer answered Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā tersely, “He is overconfident.”
Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā saw her niece in law, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, in quite surprise,
“Your beloved elder brother Al Zabeer is fool enough to think Durgesh is communal.”
“So what?” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer frowned, “Let him be whatsoever he wants to be. I’m not marrying him. We all don’t want to marry him. But even if we all would’ve wanted to marry Durgesh, it’s our personal, AND I REPEAT; it’s our very very personal matter. Brother Al Zabeer shouldn’t interfere with us in our personal matters, whatsoever they may be. It’s our personal life. ”
Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā only smiled, and said nothing.
It was Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer herself, who said again,
“Brother Al Zabeer is himself communal. He hasn’t any moral right to criticize Durgesh.”
Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā, a mastermind wife of, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, laughed open heartedly.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer was the eldest paternal uncle of Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer.
She had eleven paternal uncles.
“Niece! Niece in law!” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā, receiving my violent and eager Hindu sex kicks into her glorious, beautiful, violent and eager Årab Muslimā cunt aggressively and enthusiastically, said, “Perhaps it were you, once, who claimed: Al Zabeer isn’t communal.”
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer’s beautiful niece, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer smiled knowingly, as if her beautiful, mastermind, aunt’s objection was not quite unexpected to her.
Of her eleven paternal uncles, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer was the eldest.
“I didn’t mean absolutely what I said then. Everybody is somewhat communal, to say the truth, either to some extent or to the other.”
“Even Durgesh?” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā saw her niece in law, her husband’s, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer’s real niece, as she claimed to be, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, impishly.
“Yes,” Al Hudā smiled, “Even Durgesh. Why do you think he fucks us so violently, so eagerly and so superciliously almost now and then always?”
“Not to enjoy our incredible beauty?” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā smiled naughtily.
She was observing me meaningfully at the same time.
Al Hudā noticed it but she didn’t even worry.
Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā, receiving my aggressive and enthusiastic Hindu sex kicks into her magnificent, smart, aggressive and willing Årab Muslimā cunt forcefully and actively, said,
“Even Musalmeen acknowledge and claim that Durgesh is not communal, leaving behind even Durgesh’s claim in the matter.”
Fucking all of them, fiercely and fervently myself, now, I smiled,
“Al Sābirā! Al Hudā is talking of the principle, now, talking of the code now, that no intellectual being may be perfect non communal always.”
“Why not?” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā, the beautiful mastermind wife of Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, disagreed with me, receiving my long Hindu sex kicks now into her wonderful, stunning, Årab Muslimā cunt ferociously and impatiently, “I claim in complete unison with numerous Muslimāt and with numerous Musalmeen even, that you’re the most perfect non communal intellectual being we’ve ever encountered with.”
“It’s because I practice Ved, Al Sābirā!” I said gravely.
“And what do you say? Isn’t it a fact?” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā gazed at me.
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer interrupted,
“My dear auntie! When we talk with each other, we don’t talk under oath; we don’t talk under perfect scientific precision.”
“To be a communal is to be a selfish towards the community we belong to. Everybody is a selfish, either to one extent, or to the other.”
I interrupted, laughing and fucking all of them,
“‘‘Sur nar muni sab ki yahi reetee,
svaarath laagi karahin sab preetee.’
―Shrī Rām Charit Mānas 4:11:2.
All the Hindus, present there, laughed.
The Muslims raised their eyebrows.
“What do you mean?”
There were 72+2 Hindus.
Mahā Rudr Bachhalyā smiled.
He was enjoying his love making with his beautiful secretary Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tāhirā Al Naåeem.
“Rām Charit Mānas: Kishkindhā Kānd: Couplet eleven, Quadruplet second.”
“I hate you, Mahā Rudr!” Sheikħzādī Rābiā Al Sultān pushed her beautiful Årab Muslim female buttocks into Mahā Rudr Bachhalya’s lap and swallowed his entire Hindu penis into her tight beautiful Årab Muslimā cunt, “You are the worst communal Hindu I’ve encountered with ever in my life.”
Mahā Rudr Bachhalyā didn’t feel hurt.
Instead, he raised his head high as if he was praised.
“Your observation is correct, my dear! My darling!” He smiled arrogantly, “However, it lacks perfection. The perfect observation is, I’m the worst communal Hindu, the creations ever had. I keep the Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt as my keeps. I try even to avoid marrying them.”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tāhirā Al Naåeem laughed raising her beautiful Årab Muslimā head high and looked back at Mahā Rudr Bachhalyā proudly.
She was herself an Årab Muslimā, yet she didn’t feel affronted.
The magic of Mahā Rudr Bachhalyā was dancing over her head as ever.
What a miraculous control the Hindus had over the Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt!
“Here, Mahā Rudr Bachhalya! You are wrong.”
“What?” Mahā Rudr Bachhalya smiled.
“I’m a Hindu, and I’m fucking even the Ādi Ammul Kāýnāt Kħātooné Åālmeen Ħazrat Allāh Rabbil Åālmeen .”
It was a group of vicious and cruel people.
Yet the laughter was vicious, cruel and sweet also, all simultaneously.
When the laughter died, all the faces were sparkling and radiant.
Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā supplemented.
“You are also a Hindu, Durgesh!” Her beautiful feminine eyes were still sparkling with excitement, “yet you fuck even Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maimoon herself, even Saiyadā Fātimā and even Åāýeshā Siddīquā etc. etc. Moreover, even they all enjoy your communal stout, stallion Hindu prick into their pious, devout, religious, virtuous, dutiful, moral, self-righteous, sanctimonious, beautiful Årab Muslimāt cunts.”
Sheikħzādī Åāýeshā Al Wahāb declared:
“Communalism is omnipresent and everlasting. Nobody can destroy it altogether, completely.”
All laughed again in sweet perfect unison.
s it was arranged, the trial against Al Zabeer started on the space ship itself.
Kuwait was not a tiny country now as it was ‘once upon a time’.
Al Hudā was serious.
“All my sincere and loving efforts failed altogether, Durgesh!” She was unable to keep her disappointment and worries out of her musical voice, “Brother Al Zabeer has totally refused to co operate. He has refused to sign the papers for you to appear as his attorney.”
I kissed al Hudā with all my masculine love for her and tenderness.
“Don’t worry, Honey! You don’t want me to appear as his attorney. You want me to get him out of the mess.”
Startled, she saw me.
“But, but how can you get him out of the mess if you are not his attorney even?”
“That’s my headache, not yours, understand?”
“Forget it. You are my wife now. Married with me duly or not, I don’t care. And as your husband, it’s my duty now to keep you out of worries, to keep you pleased, glad and laughing.”
Al Hudā started to kiss me with tear-filled eyes.
“That’s why we, all the Muslimahs; love you more than ourselves even, my life!”
It was a special courtroom.
It was provided in the space ship as a special facility.
I entered the courtroom with Sheikħzādī Al Hudā and Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā.
Both were on their beautiful knees.
I was also on my knees behind them.
My unique longest Hindu penis was entering them passionately again and again.
I live on sexual intercourse and not on oxygen is a well-known fact now everywhere.
Judge Sheikħzādī Al Hadees was also entering the courtroom from her chambers when we entered.
The bailiff closed her contact.
Judge Sheikħzādī Al Hadees was also on all her fours and in nude.
I was riding even on her.
A sweet musical feminine voice filled the courtroom.
“Everybody rise, please!”
Pārvatī Āyangar, Seetā Upādhyāý, Rādhā Dīxit, Rukmiñī Sharmā, all remembered the trial of Mahā Rudr Bachhalya.
It had also taken place on a space ship.
I, in both my bodies with Sheikħzādī Al Hudā and Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā, took advantage of the momentary confusion to slip down the aisle, the passageway, to the front row.
Al Sābirā, Al Åāýeshā and Fātimā Abu Ůmer greeted me with twinkling eyes.
“Fuck them ferociously, Durgesh!” Al Hudā whispered in my ear.
“They are gleaming as if today is an Eīd day.” Al Hudā used code language in sexual intercourse now, “I just can’t bear it.”
“They think, they’ve succeeded to keep me out of protecting Al Zabeer, Al Hudā!” I also started to pierce her in sexual codes.
“Well,” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā sighed, “They are not wrong any way. My foolish elder brother has himself done their work for them.”
The bailiff called the court to order.
Judge Sheikħzādī Al Hadees pushed back her nude beautiful Årab Muslimā feminine buttocks into my naked Hindu lap, swallowed my entire unique Hindu penis into her tight passageway of her wonderful Årab Muslimā cunt, and settled herself in my lap enjoying me passionately.
However, she was perfectly alert also.
The bailiff again ‘banged’ the ‘gavel’.
There were two sorts of spectators: The LSIs and the LOs.
The LSIs were the spectators who lived on sexual intercourse, while the LOs were the ones who lived on oxygen.
Both settled themselves according to their luxuries.
We unostentatiously stepped across in front of the two beautiful women LOs.
The comparatively more beautiful woman LOs deftly picked up two coats that were on the adjoining LSI ‘seats’.
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā, Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā and I settled ourselves on the LSI ‘seats’.
We glanced secretly at the women as we did so.
Both the women smiled at us.
One of them, the more beautiful one, even winked at me mischievously as if inviting me to ride on her.
I smiled at her thankfully, and nodded as if accepting the invitation.
Judge Sheikħzādī Al Hadees said,
“People of the State of Al Kuwait universe versus Sheikħ Al Zabeer, Is it stipulated by counsel that the jurors are all present and the defendant is in court?”
“So stipulated, your honor!”
My Hindu penis was out of her cunt unto its head.
Judge Sheikħzādī Al Hadees swallowed it back entirely and said,
“I believe the witness Sheikħzādī Ruqayyā Al Majeed was on the witness stand.” The prosecutor Sheikħzādī Jameelā Abu Dāůûd said.
“What a frame up!” Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā commented under her breath, “The Judge is a Sheikħzādī from Al Kuwait universe itself, so is the prosecutor and so is the defense attorney. Even the jurors are almost 90% Sheikħzādīs and the remaining 10% jurors are though males, they are well known to love Brother Al Zabeer. We can’t even claim a biased trial and biased verdict, if Brother Al Zabeer is convicted.”
“It was the best trial environment we could manage, Al Quddoos!” Al Hudā said, “Our organization, Al Muslimāt Al Årabiā, didn’t agree to pass a less friendly trial environment.”
“I wish we haven’t made a fatal mistake there, Al Hudā!” Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā whispered.
“Please keep quiet.” The less beautiful woman requested, “Try to keep faith on Allāh.”
Judge Sheikħzādī Al Hadees was confirming the prosecutor Sheikħzādī Jameelā Abu Dāůûd,
“That’s right. Sheikħzādī Ruqayyā Al Majeed! Will you return to the stand, please?”
Sheikħzādī Ruqayyā Al Majeed, a beautiful Saůūdi Årab Muslimā girl, holding her attractive, beautiful, Saůūdi Årab Muslim head high, took the witness stand.
“Sheikħzādī Ruqayyā Al Majeed!” the prosecutor Sheikħzādī Jameelā Abu Dāůûd addressed her, “You’ve testified yesterday that you found certain pieces of glass near the body on the highway? Is it right?”
“That’s right, yes, madam!” Sheikħzādī Ruqayyā Al Majeed, the witness confirmed the facts.
“Did you personally, on your own, have an occasion to examine the headlights of a ground car?”
The spectators not present yesterday became alert.
They hadn’t recognized the importance of the testimony of the witness as the status of the witness had already been proven yesterday.
“I had, yes, madam!” the witness, Sheikħzādī Ruqayyā Al Majeed, was replying.
“Where the ground car was located?”
“I’ve examined several ground cars, madam!”
“I’m asking about a particular ground car now.” The prosecutor Sheikħzādī Jameelā Abu Dāůûd described the car.
“Yes, madam!” the witness answered, “I’ve examined it.”
“And, where it was located?”
“In the Al Zabeer garage, madam!”
“What was the condition of the headlights?”
“They were the brand new ones.”
“Both of them?”
“Both of them.”
“Isn’t it a fact that only the right headlight was a new one, and the left headlight was the old one?”
“No, madam! It’s even not possible.” The witness answered gravely.
“The ground car is a ’92 C.E. model. It had a Cathy Marvin Keith positronic motor. It had an Alice Carleton chassis.”
“It’s a scientific impossibility in the model to replace its only one headlight.”
“I see.” the prosecutor Sheikħzādī Jameelā Abu Dāůûd smiled, “When did you make your examination?”
The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, might have been impotent, but he was not a fool.
No doubt, he had refused me to help him, but he knew I couldn’t go against him.
His younger sister is my wife, and she respected and loved him very much.
Moreover, he was confident enough of his acquittal.
He was innocent and they couldn’t pin a hit and run case on his shoulders.
I would never, NEVER, allow it.
He has seen the magnitude of love in my eyes for his younger sister, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer.
Durgesh loved her perhaps even more than she loved Durgesh, though she herself loved Durgesh more than her own life.
The greatest nemat of Allāh on the human beings.
Some say: Haque Allāh, Ishque Allāh.
Lāhaul Vila qoovat illā villāh.
He can’t go to the extent.
Even Durgesh refuses to agree with the persons.
Even Durgesh says: Its kufr.
Sometimes he wonders if Durgesh is a Hindu at all.
What is the difference between a Hindu and a Muslim?
Is it a difference of names only?
Did Rasool-ul- Allāh, Kħātim-ul-Rasal, Jigar-gosha -e-Ħazrat Saiyadā Āmnā, Huzoor Sall-Allāhu ålaihi -va- Sallam, Muhammad Mustafā were sent on earth only to change the names of the persons?
Did Allāh not like the names of the persons that they were not Årabs, and the Rasool-ul- Allāh, Kħātim-ul-Rasal, Jigar-gosha-e-Ħazrat Saiyadā Āmnā, Ħuzoor Sall-Allāhu Ålaihi-Va- Sallam, Muhammad Mustafā were sent on earth?
Did the Quraish have not their names in Årabic?
Durgesh respects Rasool-ul- Allāh, Kħātim-ul-Rasal, Jigar-gosha-e-Ħazrat Saiyadā Āmnā, Huzoor Sall-Allāhu Ålaihi-Va- Sallam, Muhammad Mustafā; perhaps even more than some Musalmeen and some Muslimāt do.
Durgesh respects Qurãn even more than some Musalmeen and some Muslimāt do.
Durgesh respects ahādees even more than some Musalmeen and some Muslimāt do.
‘Ved Bible and Qurãn, the trio if we have,
Don’t worry of humanity then ever,
The trio will save.’
It was a long time Sheikħ Al Zabeer devoted to think of me.
Then his current of thinking turned to his own current status.
His defense attorney, Sheikħzādī Fazal Ilāhī Saiyad, is herself shrewd enough to get him away out of the conspiracy.
She was their family barrister.
He paid attention to the proceedings again.
Sheikħzādī Ruqayyā Al Majeed, the prosecution’s witness against him was testifying
She was a LO woman, a woman who live on oxygen, and I was not riding on her therefore.
“I made my examination about seven-fifteen on the morning of the twentieth.” She said.
“Did you ask the permission from anyone to make the said examination?” the prosecutor Sheikħzādī Jameelā Abu Dāůûd asked.
“Certainly, madam! In positronic motored ground cars, it’s a scientific impossibility even to touch them without proper prior permission of their owners.”
The defense attorney, Sheikħzādī Fazal Ilāhī Saiyad, introduced her objection gravely.
“Your honor! The second part of the answer is uncalled for. I move to strike it out. It’s not the proper answer, not even in the proper response to the question. Its further objected to as an opinion of the witness. As far as the defense knows, the witness, Sheikħzādī Ruqayyā Al Majeed, has not been qualified on positronic motored ground cars.”
“Your honor!” the prosecutor Sheikħzādī Jameelā Abu Dāůûd, said, “I propose to qualify the witness, Sheikħzādī Ruqayyā Al Majeed, as an expert on the subject.”
Judge Sheikħzādī Al Hadees looked at the defense attorney, Sheikħzādī Fazal Ilāhī Saiyad.
“It’s O.K. with the defense, your honor.” The defense attorney, Sheikħzādī Fazal Ilāhī Saiyad said, “we accept the proposal, subject to our cross examination, of course.”
Judge Sheikħzādī Al Hadees frowned.
“The defense will have ample opportunity.” She said curtly, “Normally the scientific facts should be brought before the court through the renowned scientists only.”
“That’s what the prosecution is doing, your honor!”
Judge Sheikħzādī Al Hadees managed to maintain her dignity.
“Alright, very well, you may proceed.”
In the recess, Al Hudā said.
“I think, Durgesh! The frame up is far more vicious and far more perfect than we thought.”
“You don’t know even the architect, Al Hudā!” I smiled.
“No.” I accepted, “But I suspect.”
“May I also share the suspicion?” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer smiled.
“You’re sharing my life, my darling!” I also smiled in response, “I’m a Hindu. I can’t divorce you. We’ve common interests, common goals and common life to lead for ever now.”
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer smiled more sweetly.
“Yes! I think so. But I’m a Muslimā.”
“I’m a Muslimā, and what’s more there is that I’m a devoted Muslimā. I’m a loyal, a dedicated, a dutiful, a faithful, a stanch, a committed, a steadfast, an unwavering, an unfaltering, resolute, persistent, firm, Muslimā. I’m sorry to say, Durgesh! I love you, but perhaps not as much as you love me. I’m immensely sorry to accept it, but if Muslims would’ve been with me to protect my brother, we wouldn’t have even been met ever perhaps.”
“Don’t be sorry.” I laughed.
“No, Durgesh! Please, let me accept the truth.”
“I know.” I smiled playfully.
Quite surprised at my behavior, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer looked at her close friend, Sheikħzādī Bāno Al Åbdul Kareem Al Saiyadatu, “Bāno! You really love Durgesh with the infinite depths of your heart. You blackmailed Sāħirā Bājī even to get Durgesh. Tell him I’m a devoted Muslimā. I’m a faithful, an out-and-out, an obedient, a true, an unyielding, a steadfast, a determined, a dogged, an indefatigable, stubborn, unrelenting, rigid, Muslimā. I’m sorry to say, Durgesh! I love you, but perhaps not as much as you love me. I’m immensely sorry to accept it, but I REPEAT, if Muslims would’ve been with me to protect my brother, we wouldn’t have even been met. Bāno! Please tell Durgesh, explain to him, please, that despite our numerous complaints against the Muslim males, we are Muslimāt ourselves. We love our religion more than we love Durgesh. ”
Sheikħzādī Sāħirā Al Aħmad Al Iqbāl Al Saůūd saw Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer gravely.
“Don’t worry, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer! Ħusnā is my younger cousin, and I’ve already told Durgesh that even Ħusnā is communal. She knowingly chose the most communal Sheikħzādīs out of her friends as the Sultānās of her states.”
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer sighed.
“I told him all I knew of Islām, of Musalmeen, of Muslimāt and of the so called ‘Tāreekħ-e-Islāmī. In addition, I’m sorry to say that Durgesh, my beloved Hindu husband, has more faith in Islām, in Musalmeen, in Muslimāt and in the so called ‘Tāreekħ-e-Islāmī even, than he has faith in me, in his own wife who loves him more than her own life. I wonder often whether he’s really a Hindu at all.” Sheikħzādī Sāħirā Al Aħmad Al Iqbāl Al Saůūd said curtly.
I kissed her.
She was too angry to return my passionate kiss even.
“Try to have more faith in your wife, Durgesh! I tell you something because I want you to know it.”
“Bājī!” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer said, “We were talking of the frame up our males have architected, so that we, the females should not, and cannot compete with them. Of all the societies, the human beings have today, only the Muslims are the unique, who don’t want to give even their birthrights to their females.”
“Leave them to dig their own graves.” Sheikħzādī Sāħirā Al Aħmad Al Iqbāl Al Saůūd said brusquely again, “Accept the masculine love the Hindus are offering to us ab initio.”
“Sāħirā! Every thing that shines is not gold.” I said gravely.
“Hear!” Sheikħzādī Sāħirā Al Aħmad Al Iqbāl Al Saůūd said vigorously, “Our Hindu husband is suggesting that even the Hindu males may be bad, and even the Muslim males may be better. Alas! We haven’t encountered such ‘angelic’ Muslim males yet.”
“They belong to the fictions only Bājī!” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer said ironically.
To change the subject, I interrupted them,
“Poor Al Zabeer! I think even his sisters are leaving him now, while he is paying the cost of his love to his sisters.”
“You were telling us the suspicions you have about the architect.” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer addressed me.
“He was asking you why all your father’s sisters and why all your mother’s sisters were married to the Hindu males only without any exception.”
“I think, he is also suspecting the same thing I suspect.”
“And what’s that?” Sheikħzādī Sāħirā Al Aħmad Al Iqbāl Al Saůūd asked me curtly, “Don’t say, the Hindus are also involved with the Muslims in the conspiracy against us Muslimāt.”
“Why not? It’s Mahābhārat being staged, Sāħirā! Muslims are not expert on Mahābhārat; therefore, the services of Hindus are obtained, the services of Hindus are hired. All your aunts married to the Hindus are the prices they paid.”
All of them looked at me with their eyes filled with utter disbelief.
All of them were dumb founded.
All of them were speechless, thunderstruck, flabbergasted, astonished, astounded, amazed, bowled over, and wordless.
Then it was Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer who broke the stunned silence.
“I— I can’t believe it.”
“Because you think all the Hindus are washed with the milk?” I snapped.
“No,” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer said immersed in the thoughts, “I don’t think the Muslims are capable to mastermind such a deep rooted conspiracy. They are men of action. They resort to violence. However, as far as the deep-rooted conspiracy you are talking, they are not capable of it. Terrorism from them? Yes. However, the deep-rooted conspiracy, as you suggest, from them? No. Absolutely NO.”
“That’s why Al Zabeer and I, both, are suspecting the involvement of the wicked Hindus. The wicked have no religion. They may claim that they are the Hindus, they are the Muslims etc. Nevertheless, the truth is that they are the wicked only. And the only religion they have is their wickedness. Through entire history of the humankind, they have befooled us claiming, they belong to either one of us or one of another. The time has come to recognize them as our enemies. They don’t belong to our society. They have their own society to which they belong irrespective of their so claimed religions, creeds and castes.”
Sheikħzādī Bāno Al Åbdul Kareem Al Saiyadā announced suddenly.
“I think Durgesh has a theory explaining all the puzzles we have. It holds water.”
“If we accept it,” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer said, “The frame up is beyond our capacity. We can’t face it.”
“The hell, we can’t face it.” Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā did not agree with them, ” If they have their Shakuni, Mahārāñā Soorý Tvachas, if they have their Duryodhan, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, if they have their Karñ, Mahā Rudr Bachhalya, if they have their Dhr’t Rāshtr, our Sheikħ Ammī, we also have our Kr’shñ, Durgesh; on our side. I’m dead sure, ultimately we’ll win and nobody else.”
Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer saw Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā.
“I envy your confidence, Al Quddoos! However the frame up is beyond our capacity to face it if Durgesh is right.”
“Nevertheless, it’s a frame up, Al Hudā!” Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā said gravely, “I repeat, don’t forget we’ve Durgesh on our side.”
“O.K.” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer surrendered, “But Durgesh is not representing Brother Al Zabeer, Fazal Ilāhī is representing.”
“Well, Fazal Ilāhī is your family barrister after all.”
“Directed by Sheikħ Ammī. Loyal to Sheikħ Ammī. And, Sheikħ Ammī believes their son is guilty.”
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