Who is our role model?
What do you want to be?
What do you want your children to be?
“Ållāmah muħtaram, the problem is grave.”
“I know, Maulānah!”
“This new system of life is revolting our youth against Islam itself.”
“We can’t face it within the limits Islam has prescribed.” Akram said, almost complaining, “If we live within the limits, our daughters and sisters are revolting, leaving Islami Mumālik, in a large number, under this or that pretext. Once out of Islami Mumālik, they are beyond our legal approach. They marry non Muslims, or just live in with them.”
Maulānah Imran smiled,
“Imām Sāħab, I don’t think Durgesh is responsible for this situation.”
“I can understand your dependence on Durgesh, Maulānah!”
“Can you suggest me any alternate from Musalmeen?”
“Certainly not, Ållāmah muħtaram!”
“Then, will you please explain to me what do you mean?” Instead Maulānah Imran, Akram said impatiently, “It is not an ilmī baħas we are facing, gentlemen. My wife wants sex in broad daylight.”
“No, not Zubédah, Nasreen.”
“Allah kā shukr hai. That’s what I thought.”
“But Zubédah herself is not måsūm.”
“What do you mean?”
“She is the mastermind behind it all.” Akram informed them curtly.
It was Masjid-e Nabvīs.
The Musalmeen were just chatting after the Salāt.
Akram was not feeling comfortable.
He did not want to be another Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
After all, what more a man can lose?
Durgesh has not even bothered to marry them.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan thundered at Akram,
“Akram Sāħab, I didn’t know you are so against us Musalmeen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you want Durgesh to marry them?”
“I did not know Nafīsah Salmān would fail as a mother, so miserably.”
“Imām Sāħab! Naåīmah still respects and love you as her Abbū, very much.” “I’m proud of her, Akram Sāħab!”
“Alas, none else of your entire extremely beautiful houseladies proved to be so.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan observed Akram Salmān Sheikħ with keen interest,
“Akram, Nafīsah is your own real sister.”
“Yes.” Akram Salmān Sheikħ said somewhat curtly, “yet we married her to you.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was hit under the belt.
Yet he managed not to appear his hurt reactions to come on his bearded face.
In the long run, ultimately, he had learned somewhat how to do it.
His face was fully covered with beard.
And it helped.
Inadvertently, his brain remembered his wife, Nafīsah Salmān’s hateful remark,
“Now I know, Muħammad Ħasan, why do you Musalmeen keep your dirty faces so full of beards.”
“Yes!” Nafīsah Salmān winked at him, “yet, I did not know then, it’s one more benefit to you Musalmeen.”
“It helps you Musalmeen to hide your immense shame, for your inhumane deeds, behind it, although I doubt you Musalmeen feel any of such shame. It needs some inherent humanity to feel that.”
“Huzoors knew you Musalmeen’d need beard very much to hide your dirty faces behind these heavy dirty beards.”
“Then why burqah? To hide you Musalmān Beauties’ entire shameful bodies always surrendered to non Musalmeen shamelessly nude?”
“Naåīmah hates you, your own daughter.”
“Yes, I know.” Nafīsah Salmān smiled, “but I know too who is poisoning her mind against me.”
“Dil ké bahlāné ko ‘Ghālib’, yé kħayāl achchhā hai.” Nafīsah Salmān smiled, “You couldn’t stop anyone of us, because you never tried to learn the real reason behind it.”
“That I’m impotent?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically, “Then what about other Musalmeen? Why their ardent Musalmān wives, their ardent Musalmān sisters, their ardent Musalmān daughters, their ardent Musalmān Ammīs, their ardent Musalmān Bahoo Bégums etc. etc. deserted them in favor of your own Durgesh and/or other Hindu Sex Maniacs?”
“They all are refusing to understand that we Musalmān Beauties also have our bodies and their physical needs consequently.”
“Oh, and only Uncut Hindu Penis understands it and quenches it?”
“I’m sorry to admit it, but it’s true nevertheless.”
Nafīsah Salmān smiled,
“And you believe Ħazrat Yūsuf ålaihissalām is right?”
“Why is it, Ħasan, that your Eimān is always aggressive when it has to do something against us Muslimahs and non Muslims?”
“You are crazy.”
“Why are you Musalmeen not truthful with even your own womankind?”
“What do you mean?”
“Hindus themselves have accepted it always in their own history, written by them ownselves that the Hindus were never men of the battle fields. The Hindus were, and still are, always, the men of the bed, the men of our women.”
“Why not? The cowards! Always seeking shelter into our women’s skirts. Hindus never fought us Musalmeen on the battlefields. They always fought us fucking our womankind. The greatest weapon the Hindus have against us Musalmeen is their Uncut Hindu Penis. Can any Hindu deny it ever truthfully?”
Nafīsah Salmān smiled,
“Why should they?”
“You are accepting the fact that you Musalmeen were always, and still are, blood hounds.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically,
“And Hindus are proud of it?”
“Why shouldn’t they be?”
“Why should they be? Only the cowards can appreciate this policy.”
“And the entire humankind appreciates the sex oriented everdirty history of Hindus? The Hindus fucked our Musalmān houseladies in our own houses, on our own beds, when we were fighting with their fighters in the battlefields.”
“Well, it was war, Ħasan.”
“Oh, what a way to fight the wars. Send some fighters to fight with the Musalmeen in the battlefields, and send the second group of dirty sexy Hindus to the households of the Musalmeen to fuck their houseladies. Shame on Hindus.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Because you are sex obsessed for Uncut Hindu Penis.”
“Shame on you.”
“Shame on me? No. Never. Shame on you, Ħasan. Sex is never destructive if used with good intentions by noble doers. War is never constructive. It’s always allowed as a last resort, by humankind, if there isn’t another way to the survival of humanity.”
Nafīsah Salmān kissed me on my lips,
“He is unable to understand our viewpoint, Durgesh!”
“I know, darling!”
“Can’t we do anything for Musalmeen, really?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked me.
“You can also try to educate your father, Naåīmah.” I said gravely, “We Hindus always prefer sex on wars. That’s why we used our Divine Weapons, our divyāstrs, always only for our self-protection. We never attacked any country, any nation, with them.”
“Well, darling,” I said gravely, “We never hide our policy in the matter. We are never hypocrites in the matter. We are not known for our Divine Weapons, our divyāstrs only. We have developed Kāmsootr, Anangrang, Rati Rahasy’, Naagar Sarvasvam, Rati Manjaree, and even Tantrs, an Upved of Atharv Ved, too. Lord Vishñu went to the extent to make love to his sisters in law/Salhajs Vr’nda and Tulsi, even deceiving them. Because, his brothers in law/Sālé Jālandhar and Shankhchoođ were evil doers. There is a complete Chapter ‘Pādārik Prakarañ-’ , Part 5, ‘About the wives of others’; in Kaam Sootr. The Bachhalyas/Vatss followed this principle to the extent that they were termed to be Dev Gandharvs even. ‘Y’ gaam dhaaryati s’ gandharvah’.”
“Then what more you want to know?”
“I don’t want to know. I want to say something.”
“You are always welcome, darling, after that moonlight and after our honeymoon for one month, after all.”
“Musalmeen would never accept sex as a constructive diplomacy and a permanent policy of war.”
“And Hindus would never leave it. Why? I’ve already told you.”
“It’s not practical even.” I said, “War is destructive. It doesn’t contain any participation of women as women. No society can be built without an active participation of womankind. The policy ‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt has full participation of womankind in building a progressive human society. We Hindus have already done it by building an immortal society.”
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