They conspired against me
I was startled.
“What? You want me to fuck you every day?”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was not Just Eighteen Just Adult.
It was I that was eighteen years old.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was thirty one.
She put her legs on my shoulders shifting them.
“Don’t I?” I winked at her fucking her passionately, “Sālī, I want to fuck all of you.”
“In this nineteenth year of your age?” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb teased me.
I winked at her.
“Am I not fucking you properly?”
“Properly? You are marvellous, mérī jān.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb pulled me on her and kissed me, “Even my husband hasn’t given me that pleasure what you are bestowing on me.”
“Thank you Kħālidah, I was afraid that you wouldn’t appreciate my eighteen years old Just Eighteen Just Adult Uncut Hindu Lund in your fully grown up thirty one years old Musalmān Pussy.”
“Nonsense, Nādirah said your Uncut Hindu Lund was miraculous.”
“Your nanad? Your sister in law?” I smiled.
“Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is marvellous on bed.”*
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ grasped my hand, said,
“I’m very pleased to meet you once again, Mr. Durgesh. I hope my wife is not draining you more than you want to allow her.”
“Forget her, Doctor.” I squeezed his hand respectfully. Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ is a fantastic medical specialist, a fantastic Doctor and a fantastic sex therapist. I’m really proud of her that she loves me and shares my bed.”
“Thank Allah, thank God.” he sighed in relief. I was afraid I’ve burdened you great with my infinitely sexy wife.”
“Not at all.” I smiled, “I’m sexier than your wife even.”
“That’s right. But it was my duty to ask you.”
“It’s alright. Don’t worry about Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ any more. She is sexually my responsibility now, not yours. She is your legal wife now only. Physically she is my wife now.”
“You are most welcome.”
“I have to discuss this case with you. Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is Bhāījān’s greatest problem now.”
“Well, as you requested I’ve started fucking your daughter in law now.”
“Bhāījān, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ, doesn’t want her now in our house.”
“He isn’t justified in framing her, anyway.” I said curtly, “If he weren’t your Bhāījān…”
“I know. But Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is not my daughter in law exactly. She is Bhāījān’s daughter in law.”
“And,” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled significantly, “Similarly, Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ isn’t my daughter exactly. She is my niece. My elder brother’s daughter.”
“That’s right too.” I smiled artfully, “And she insists I’m Just Eighteen Just Adult?”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ laughed,
“You can’t blame my niece, my friend. Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is Just Eighteen Just Adult. She’d never admit you are forty eight actually.”
“Eīshān!” I sighed.
“How do you feel fucking a Just Eighteen Just Adult young woman?”
“Well, your niece isn’t the ever first Just Eighteen Just Adult that raped me.”
“I understand, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled appropriately.
“I wonder of two real brothers, how the elder one is so communal and the younger one is so superbly humane.”
“Thank you, but don’t wonder ever. Bhāījān is exact replica of our father, Muħammad Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.”*
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ smiled impishly.
Shifting her legs on my shoulders, she said.
“Increase your pace, you teaser.”
“I asked you something, Farīdah.” I increased my pace, “Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī. You’ve had her hospitalized several times within the last few months.”
“I never knew the bitch too belonged to your Ħarem.” Farīdah winked at me.
I kept gravely fucking the extremely beautiful Sex therapist.
“It may be a serious business, Farīdah. Don’t try to avoid my questions. Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī’s lawyer has joined politics now. He isn’t interested any more in courts and trials.”
“I know. You are talking about Taymūr Murād, don’t you?”
“That’s right. Waħīd Murād, his son, has taken now his clienteles.”
“And how is it related with the hospitalization of my friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī?”
“Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is your friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī’s sister in law. Isn’t she? Both Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī and Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb are daughters in law of your elder brother in law, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“I see.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was somewhat furious now, “Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is my elder brother in law. That’s right. But he is so utter Communal that he believes the Two Nation Theory of Muħammad Ålī Jinnāħ is universally right. He divides entire human race in two major groups−Musalmīn and Kāfirūn.”
“A large number of educated Musalmīn disagree with him.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ declared savagely. “I disagree with him. My husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ disagrees with his elder brother.”*
I kept fucking the wonderful Sex therapist, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, patiently,
“That’s not the point my darling. Moreover, you know it very well. I think, not only Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb but your friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī, is also in somewhat danger, if my deductions are correct.”
“But Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī is not my patient exactly. Jalāl is actually her doctor.”
“Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ? Your husband?”
“Well, he isn’t paying proper attention to his patient in this case I think. The trouble with your husband, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, Farīdah Jalāl, is that he is too good a humane to suspect his own elder brother, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“Well, he is his elder brother, Durgesh. Have a heart. How the hell can you criticize him?”
“I’m not criticizing him, you idiot. I’m trying to save him from a potential murder charge.”
“Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ has never compromised with the greatness of his younger brother, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. He is still against that Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ should allow you to sleep with me.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ hesitated somewhat.
She avoided meeting my eyes.
“Well, it doesn’t make any difference.”
“That’s what you and Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ thinks.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve reason to believe that Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī made a will clandestinely. She perhaps didn’t want to bring in the knowledge of your ever communal brother in law, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“Well, you can’t blame her.”
“I’m not blaming her. I don’t blame anyone ever. It’s always dangerous to the parties concerned.”
“Allah! Yā Allah! You and your human psychology. Can’t you forget ever that you are a human psychologist? I don’t need your damn human psychology now. I need your wild animal Hindu sex kicks now in my ravenous Lebanese Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. Damn you.”
“Sālī, I never stopped fucking you.”
“But you are concentrating on other things more.” she complained.
“Listen to me. Your ears and tongue are not being used in our lovemaking. Are they? You are a Sex therapist. You can enjoy sex even when we are talking of your husband. He is a very good human being. I don’t want him to be trapped and framed as Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was.”
“Listen to me.”
“The will Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī made was, I think, executed in the office of an attorney named Taymūr Murād. Taymūr Murād has joined politics now entrusting his clienteles now to his son Waħīd Murād. Persons, including Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ perhaps, I’m not sure however, are interested in surreptitiously, sneakily, obtaining a copy of that will. The persons associated with Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī may be taking an active interest in a search of this kind.
“Now, I am asking you this. Are you completely satisfied with your diagnosis in the case of Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī?”
“Naturally. Otherwise Jalāl wouldn’t have discharged her.”
I kept my patience.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ wanted sex.
She wasn’t in a mood of discussing any patient with me.
I understood it very well, but her husband’s liberty and future was at stake.
I couldn’t ignore or tolerate it.
“I understand, generally, that Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī had a gastroenteric disturbance.”
“Well, what of it?”
“I’ve gone through several authorities on forensic medicine and toxicology.”
“Listen to me, you idiot.”
“Yes, sir. We are not making love. We are Sex therapists always. We haven’t our personal life. Have we?”
Increased fucking her more wildly, more passionately, more lovingly.
But kept on talking on the problem nevertheless.
I was a responsible person.
I had to.
“I find that it is generally agreed that cases of arsenic poisoning are seldom diagnosed by the attending physician, since the symptoms are those of gastroenteric disturbance.”
“You are crazy. You aren’t a doctor. You are a Sex therapist only. Let Jalāl decide what your dearest Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī is suffering from. Okay? ”
“Were there abdominal cramps?” I asked patiently, “Cramps in the calves of the legs? A burning sensation in the stomach and−”
“Allah! Yā Allah! I’ll be damned.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ interrupted, “How the hell did you know?”
I ceased talking, but kept on fucking her nonstop.
I was waiting for the doctor in her to say something.
There was a long period of silence.
I kept on fucking her unwearyingly.
“No one would possibly want to poison Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ said ultimately.
“How the hell do you know?” I asked belligerently.*
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb gritted her teeth.
She had watched everything.
She never knew, neither she had even imagined ever, her elder sister would be so selfish.
She was enjoying Durgesh alone.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was following the stream of passengers filing past the HVSI Airlines flight attendants.
“Thank you. Allah Ħāfiz.”
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb watched.
She kept watching.
The passengers left the fabulous HVSI jet plane.
They inched their way to the broader corridors of the HVSI Airport of Ved Nagar.
They quickened their pace, walking down the long runway toward a huge illuminated sign bearing the word ‘Baggage’.
There was an arrow pointing downward where an escalator descended to a lower level.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb looked at Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.
She never thought he would be present there personally.
What the hell the scoundrel wanted now to do to Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb?
Wasn’t her exile enough?
He never allowed Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb to prepare anything for Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb steadied herself by putting her right hand on the rail of the escalator.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb hoped Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ hadn’t seen her.
It was a surprise to Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb that Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was too with her ever communal ever wretched father.
She thought Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ wasn’t against Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was enjoying her beautiful sex sessions with me.
Durgesh couldn’t believe she was still a virgin at her thirty-second year.
She was carrying a topcoat and she was tired.
In her earlier thirties, Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb had a tremendous figure and a superb way with clothes.
She never minded working hard.
Taymūr Murād compared Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb with imaginary Della Street, the ever-efficient secretary to Perry Mason, a fictional character created by late Erle Stanley Gardner.
When Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb smiled, her beautiful face lit up.
She stepped from the escalator at the lower level and walked briskly toward the revolving platform.
The baggage would appear on it.
It was too early, yet for the baggage to make its appearance.
Yet, it was indicative of Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb’s now constantly improving confident character that she walked with utterly firm rapid steps, hurrying to reach the place she may have to wait for several long minutes.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb wondered what a great positive change it was in her elder sister’s original somewhat nervous character.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was surprised.
He couldn’t imagine what he was observing now.
He had seen his daughter in law in Taymūr Murād’s office too.
She was of course efficient, but not so aggressively confident ever.
She was a good girl.
And in Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ’s opinion, hell, no good girl might be as aggressively confident as her daughter in law, Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was now.
What the hell has she gained?
He couldn’t imagine a young woman, expelled from her husband’s home on sinister suspicions, and still now, she is gaining self-confidence more and more, instead of losing it.
He was worried now.
Should he have to change his strategy?*
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb felt herself jealous of her elder sister.
Durgesh is improving Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb immensely, tremendously.
She isn’t worried any more.
She is quite confident now.
She hasn’t lost husband.
She has obtained a husband instead.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb lost Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ.
But she has obtained Durgesh.
Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ was a nerd.
Durgesh was wonderful.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb wasn’t unlucky that she lost Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ.
She was lucky that Durgesh has found her attractive.
At length, baggage began to appear on a moving belt.
The belt transported the baggage to the slowly revolving turntable.
Both Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb and Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ were immensely attentive now.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ hadn’t given any impression that he had seen Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb too, as Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb had seen him.
Passengers began to pick out baggage.
Porters with claim checks stood by, occasionally pulling out heavy handbags and putting them on hand trucks.
The crowd began to thin out.
Finally, only a few pieces of baggage were left on the turntable.
The trucks moved away.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb moved over to a porter.
“My baggage didn’t come in,” she said.
He looked at her,
“What was it, lady?”
“A single suitcase, green, and a small oblong overnight case for cosmetics.”
“Let me see your checks, please.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb handed him the baggage checks.”
“Before I start looking, we’d better wait,” he said, “and see if there is another truck coming. Sometimes there’s a second section of trucks when there’s an unusually large load.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb looked at the porter gravely.
“Alright.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb surrendered, “I don’t think I’ve another option except to wait.”
Porter bowed politely.
“It’s okay. You aren’t responsible.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb waited impatiently.
After two or three minutes, more baggage showed up on the moving belt.
There were four suitcases.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb’s and two others.
“There they are now. Those two are mine,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb said, “The green one−the big one in front−and the oblong overnight bag in back.”
The porter smiled respectfully,
“Okay, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”
The suitcase, followed by the overnight bag, moved along the conveyor belt, then hit the slide to the revolving table.
A few seconds later, the porter picked them up, put the bags on his hand truck and started for the door.
A man had been standing there well back.
He came forward.
“Just a moment, please.” he said.
The porter looked at him.
The man produced a leather folder from his side pocket, opened it and showed a gold shield,
“Ved Nagar Police,” he said, “Was there some trouble about this baggage?”
The porter hastily assured him,
“No trouble. No trouble at all, sir. Only it didn’t come in with the first load.”
“There has been some baggage trouble,” the main said curtly to the porter.
Then he smiled politely at Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb,
“Is this your suitcase, ma’am?”
“Yes, officer.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb said in somewhat reserved manner, “Why are you interfering? I’m already detained unnecessarily. For your kind information, officer, hey, may I know your name? Can you identify to me too before asking anything?”
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb clearly noticed.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was worried now.
The Police Officer looked at Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb inadvertently.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb immediately hid herself behind a fat man.
She didn’t want that Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb could see her there.
She never intended to be seen by anyone there.
Even it was unfortunate that the Police Officer had sseen her there.
“Captain Shekhar, ma’am,” he said to Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb was still avoiding Captain Shekhar’s gaze.
Captain Shekhar winked at Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb significantly, as if assuring her.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb looked around.
Then she herself winked at Captain Shekhar as if to assure him that she had got the message he wanted to convey so desperately.
Captain Shekhar smiled at her understandingly.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb, unfortunately, wasn’t smart enough to notice all these interchanges.
She asked Captain Shekhar instead, irritably somewhat,
“What do you want?”
“I beg your pardon, ma’am.” Captain Shekhar said respectfully and politely, “There is some baggage problem here. There are some complaints about it. Will you mind to identify your baggage to the Police?”
“I see,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb watched Captain Shekhar from his head to his feet entirely, “weren’t you standing here all along?”
“Of course, ma’am. That’s my duty.”
“If I am not mistaken, Captain Shekhar, you know me very well personally yourself, don’t you?”
Captain Shekhar hesitated somewhat.
“I’m sorry, Bājī.”
“You loved Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb, my younger sister, don’t you?”
“I still love her.” Captain Shekhar said grimly, “Damn your sister. She didn’t marry me only because I’m a Hindu, despite the fact that we have a son too.”
“Oh, she never told you?” Captain Shekhar was sarcastic somewhat.
“Well, well, well,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb smiled, “she wouldn’t be forgiven. Tell me where my nephew is.”
Captain Shekhar hesitated.
“He is at my home. But Bājī, I’m sorry. You are framed by some scoundrel, I think. The Police have a tip that you are carrying drugs.”
“I see. That’s why my baggage was late. Someone has added drugs in my baggage and informed the Police?”
“I have to arrest you, Bājī. Sorry, I’m too under surveillance. I can’t do anything for you.”
Captain Shekhar’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Hell,” Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ scowled to himself.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb controlled herself surprisingly in a quite dignified manner,
“It’s alright, brother. Nothing to feel guilty for yourself. I understand that it’s your duty. Can I call my husband?”
“I suspect Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ is himself behind it.” Captain Shekhar said controlling himself.
“Hey, Shekhar,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb laughed, “you didn’t hear me attentively. I didn’t say my ex-husband. I said ‘my husband’, Durgesh I mean. Damn it.”
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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