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Chapter 24

Durgesh Evelyn Carter

Svarūpé Avasthānam

Evelyn Carter never approved of the policy Jimmy Carter had chosen, determined to follow, about Iran.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, smiled at his cousin.

“Evelyn, I’m sorry. I can’t understand why you are so against Democracy.”

“You are flying in the seventh sky, Mr. President.” Evelyn Carter also smiled, yet her smile to Jimmy Carter was ironic somewhat, “You were born on 1st October 1924. It is 1977 December. How old are you? Fifty-three years. Aren’t you?”

President Jimmy Carter smiled at his twenty-eight years old cousin, Evelyn Carter.

She couldn’t grow up ever.

Even though she was twenty-five years younger to him, Evelyn Carter thought she understood the present world even more than the President of USA.

Iran is Not USA.” Evelyn Carter said.

“Thanks for telling me.” Jimmy Carter was now really enjoying Evelyn Carter’s arguments.

“You needed someone to tell you that Democracy isn’t possible in Iran.”

“My dear child,…”

“Don’t child me ever. I’m twenty eight already.”

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, laughed.

“Sorry, I had forgotten that you aren’t eighteen, your friend, Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg, is eighteen. You are twenty eight now.”

“Mr. President, I wasn’t born yesterday.” Evelyn Carter said smiling herself now.

“Of Course, doubtlessly. You are Miss America now.”

“Thank you. Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg is my friend, even while she is ten years younger than me, because she is mentally mature already.”


“Even Durgesh praises Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg’s brains.”

“But not yours?” President of USA, Jimmy Carter, teased her.

“Hey, what do you mean?” Evelyn Carter plunged at him, smiling of course.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, laughed open heartedly and avoided her.*

Because of the early morning traffic, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, was running somewhat late.

She was Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.

Normally, this was a relatively short ride from the Department of State to the CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.

Her boss, Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, was busy with the President of USA, Jimmy Carter, himself.

In his absence, his secretary, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, had to do what he couldn’t do himself.

It never happened before so much.

But now, her friend, Nafīsah Salmān, is managing the events in such a way that Dr. Åārifah Mustafā had usually to play, either this or that, important role in the Jimmy Carter administration.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā wondered how Nafīsah Salmān managed it to do.

Certainly, she must have her own persons in the White House, as well as in the Jimmy Carter administration.

Who are they?

Sometimes, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā wondered whether Nafīsah Salmān isn’t working for Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Kħomeinī.

But then she warned herself:

Nafīsah Salmān is an ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl.

How can she work for a Shiå revolution in Iran?’

Sure, she loves Durgesh, but Durgesh never differentiates among Islamic sects.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, has decided to help Iranian people to overthrow the tyrannical regime of Shah Muħammad Rezā Pahalvī.

How Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Kħomeinī had succeeded in doing it?

Shah Muħammad Rezā Pahalvī is a thoroughly westernized person.

Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Kħomeinī is drastically against Western influence in not Iran only, but in entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Doesn’t President of USA, Jimmy Carter, know it?

How is it possible?

Then how President of USA, Jimmy Carter, has decided to help the uneducated/under educated people of Iran?

Doesn’t President of USA, Jimmy Carter, understand how uneducated/under educated even the Āyatullahs and the other clergymen are?

Democracy to Iran wouldn’t mean actual Democracy as it’s being exercised in Western Countries and in India.

It would be actually Shiå Islamic theocracy of the Āyatullahs and the other clergymen of Iran.

Why President of USA, Jimmy Carter, is allowing it?


Is he shrewd enough to have some hidden goal behind it nobody understands?

The 38th President of USA, Gerald Ford, wasn’t so implausible to understand him.

Even his predecessor, the 37th President of USA, Richard Nixon, wasn’t also so implausible.

None of them supported Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Kħomeinī, neither some other cleric in Iran.

Every one of them supported Shah Muħammad Rezā Pahalvī and his westernization of Iran.

In their opinion, Shah Muħammad Rezā Pahalvī was right in westernizing the country.

It was in the interest of the people of Iran.

It was what Mustafa Kemāl Atāturk did in Turkey and converted her into an Utmost Ultramodern Secular Muslim country.

Quaid-e-Åāzam Muħammad Ålī Jinnaħ had the same dream when he demanded and established Pakistan.

An Utmost Ultramodern thoroughly westernized secular Muslim country.

What a tragedy, India is now an Utmost Ultramodern Secular country having Hindu majority.

To protect minorities from the immense Hindu majority, the British had divided the Vast Hindu Majority even.*

It was less than a ten-mile ride from the center of Washington, D.C., to Langley.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā’s driver did her best, but the traffic was intense every mile of the way.

Ultimately, her driver took the limousine through the Dolly Madison entrance to the CIA headquarters.

A guard with a clipboard routinely entered Dr. Åārifah Mustafā’s name.

He was already informed of her duly authorized coming there.

Once deposited in front of the blocklike glass and concrete building, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā stood to straighten out her excellent green suit she went inside the foyer.

The walls and columns, all marble, were formidable as ever.

The walls carried fifty-two small stars carved into them.

Every star of them represented a CIA man that lost his life in the service.

The CIA motto etched in a wall made Dr. Åārifah Mustafā inexplicably uneasy:


As Dr. Åārifah Mustafā crossed it, on the floor, she was once more conscious of the CIA emblem: a circle bearing a star on a shield and the bold lettering CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY/UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

At the far end of the foyer, two guards signaled Dr. Åārifah Mustafā up the flight of stairs that led to the badge room.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā was still required there to obtain her identification badge.

She was annoyed somewhat.

There were five lifts waiting.

One was CIA Director’s private lift.

The four others were for the rest of the persons.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā used one of the four.

It took her to the seventh floor nonstop.

The seventh floor had CIA Director’s penthouse office.

Once inside the vast office Dr. Åārifah Mustafā could make out that the others were already there.

She nodded to the President of USA, Jimmy Carter’s chief of staff.

Actually, the post was vacant since 1977 after Dick Cheney, the 46th Vice President of USA.

He was seventh White House Chief of Staff.

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf’s name was recommended for the post.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, hadn’t approved of it so far.

But it was under consideration.

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf was therefore on probation somewhat, requested to hold the post.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, took the office on 1977.

But in his opinion, there wasn’t any necessity to appoint an aide to such a post.

After all, Dick Cheney was on this post until 20th January 1977.

It was vacant since then already.*

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā nodded to the President’s recommended Chief of Staff, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf.

She was comfortably seated across the desk from Lily Turner representing Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA.

Neither the Director of CIA, Stansfield Turner, nor his deputy director for operations could attend this meeting.

Yet, the meeting was not less important.

It could easily be understood as it was organized at the CIA Headquarters.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf and Lily Turner, all the three had one common thing.

“Sorry to be late.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā smiled to Lily Turner, the representative of Director of CIA Stansfield Turner, “there must be a gold rush the way the cars are lined up out there.”

She put her briefcase.

“You are on time.” Smiled Lily Turner.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā didn’t know her actual relationship with Stansfield Turner.

Neither had she wanted ever to know it.

Being duly authorized by Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA himself and having the same surname ‘Turner’ as the Director himself had, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā assumed Lily Turner being someone in his relations as well as legally authorized to represent him in such cases as the present case was.

It wasn’t her headache as well.

She remembered all the three of them enjoyed sex with the great Durgesh in the White House Guest Accommodation itself.

Evelyn Carter was also there with them.

What a great sex miracle Durgesh was.

He fucked all the four in several sex positions nonstop for a whole week.

It brought all the four of them closer to each other.

Lily Turner sat seductively.

It was included now in her nature.

Her athletic beauty was not in any matter less remarkable than either Dr. Åārifah Mustafā or Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf.

Absently, Lily Turner shuffled the papers before her.

Ved Nagar,” she announced, and with that, the meeting came to order, “I understand, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, that you and Nafīsah Salmān are briefing Evelyn Carter,” she noted her wristwatch, “―in an hour. Does Evelyn Carter have any idea of what’s at stake here?”

“I never anticipated our President would have such a faith in Evelyn Carter.” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf commented.

“What Mr. President can do?” Lily Turner explained. “Valéry Giscard d’Estaing, the President of France is also visiting USA at the same time.”

“I’m unable to understand why Durgesh visits USA at the same time when our President himself can’t pay proper attention to him.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā commented.

“Hey, Durgesh is our friend. Let Soviet Union worry about it. Why should we?”

“The Soviet Espionage is immensely smart. They have their own immensely beautiful Soviet Musalmān spies. Durgesh loves to fuck Musalmān Beauties as many as he can enjoy.”

Lily Turner smiled cunningly,

” Soviet Union is an atheist administration. So is her Soviet Espionage. They don’t believe in Svarūpé Avasthānam.”

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf laughed triumphantly.

“That’s right. Soviet Union as well as her Soviet Espionage thinks Durgesh hasn’t attained his Svarūpé Avasthānam. There isn’t any Svarūpé Avasthānam whatsoever anywhere.”

“Do we ourselves believe it?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā watched Lily Turner incredulously.

It was December 1977.

Soviet Union dissolved on 26 December 1991.

There were complete fourteen years now in the dissolution of Soviet Union.

Lily Turner ignored Dr. Åārifah Mustafā’s question deliberately.

She didn’t want to debate on Svarūpé Avasthānam once more.

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