The Foundation Story Continued
The Religion of Science
Helga Dostoevsky laughed at Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno.
She knew that Nauheedov was the most rotten Spacer Beauty of all of the four.
However, she could not do anything in the matter.
“Why are you laughing?” Nauheedov could not control her anger.
“White women are not interested in Black men, they are interested in Sex.”
“And the white men cannot provide it to their women!” Nauheedov rejoined Helga Dostoevsky sarcastically.
Helga Dostoevsky was patient.
She knew how to be patient with the rotten Princess.
They both were now in the Rose room.
“It is Trantor, Nauheedov!” She smiled at her.
“As if I don’t know even that we have succeeded so far to come to Trantor. It was my real objective when I staged my so called kidnapping from Smyrno.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled contemptuously, “and the bloody bitch thinks she has got me.”
Helga Dostoevsky did not ask who the bloody bitch was.
She knew very well that Nauheedov was speaking of Lynda Wienis now.
Nauheedov Khrushchev did not like the maternal treatment she was receiving from Lynda Wienis.
She was a spoiled child of Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev of Smyrno.
Lynda Wienis was actually a descendant from the old historical Jews and being a Muslimā, Nauheedov Khrushchev had so many historical complaints from the Jews.
She was not glad even though that in today Inter Universal Politics, The Årab Muslimāt and even the Other Muslimāt had left the Jews Beauties many parsecs far behind.
Durgesh was the crucial figure in today Inter Universal Politics and the infinite Årab Muslimāt and the infinite Other Muslimāt had so captured Durgesh that even Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu had to surrender to them to get infinite extremely daughters for him.
Even then, he could not succeed completely.
The ingenious Årab Muslimāt managed to project their own another bodies to become the extremely beautiful daughters of Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.
In this way, they had defeated Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu to overpower the Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt even, if he had any sinister hidden agenda to dethrone them from their eversupreme status of evertop Ammuhātul Kāýnāt.
The Brahm Jagdambās could not outpower them ever.
They did not have their separate ultimate existence.
They were their projected bodies only, even if they were specially projected.
Durgesh could not get his Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt women annoyed.
The mighty Durgesh, the almost almighty Durgesh, depended on his Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt women’s support.
His empire was a Hindu Empire but it was ruled actually by these ingenious Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt after Durgesh.
Even Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu was the third ruler in the system.
He was checkmated by the ingenious Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt Ammuhātul Kāýnāt very cleverly and successfully.
And, Allāh, the ‘everinnocent’ (?) Kħātooné Åālmeen had designed the stratagem, not even Fātimā or Åāýeshā.
“Why are you so furious today, Nauheedov?” Helga Dostoevsky asked in her best possible sweetest voice.
“You tell your Durgesh that his Lynda Wienis should mind her own business. She should stop at once her maternal attitude to me, otherwise―”
“You will not do any foolish thing ‘otherwise’.” Helga Dostoevsky flared suddenly, “You rotten fool! Understand it, and understand it for once and all. You will not do any foolishness until I don’t permit you. Durgesh is the key figure―
“Durgesh is the captive of our Muslimāt cunts.” Nauheedov Khrushchev screamed at top of her lungs, “We Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt keep him there and that is the right place for him. You understand that Helga Dostoevsky! We the Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt are the actual ruler of this so called Hindu Empire of Democratic Union of infinite infinite Hindu Årab Muslimat Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimat Creations, infinite Bachhalya Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations.. It’s our empire, dearie! Durgesh is enjoying only our beautiful, smart, and cunning, Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt cunts. Let him do that, and that only. I’m not afraid of him. Tell him that also if you want to.”
Helga Dostoevsky was dumb founded.
She could not believe her own ears.
Nauheedov Khrushchev was so emotional inside, she did not know even after such a long friendship.
She did not know that she did not want Durgesh as her male, because she was not impressed by the so-called success of Durgesh.
Was Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl were right?
She was a secret agent of the former Egypt.
It was the Egyptian sub sector now, part of the bigger Årab sector.
“Durgesh is very successful with beautiful girls.” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl told her, “I met him when he was in Egypt on the special request of the then Government of Egypt.”
“And you are from that homewhen?” Helga Dostoevsky asked her incredulously.
“No.” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl admitted, “I’m from the same homewhen that is yours.”
“But how is it possible?”
“We are living in an age of too much developed and advanced science, Helga! You must not wonder at everything you hear or see.”
“Durgesh was a secret agent of India then. His specialty was that he could make any beautiful young girl to sleep with him anytime anywhere.”
“Yes, he made even me to sleep with him even though I did not want to. I was working on Sir Bahrām, a Persian.”
“So he is not the Ultimate Administrator of Hindu Vishv a Democratic Union of infinite Hindu Årab Muslimat Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimāt Creations infinite Bachhalyā Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations?”
“He is.” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl told Helga Dostoevsky, “He is. But I haven’t seen the entire infinite raised to power infinite creations with my own eyes, where it is said that he rules.”
“So you think it is all nonsense?”
“The Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt are very ingenious, Helga! They made Durgesh to join them by offering their own beautiful female bodies forever.”
“And Durgesh joined them?”
“Why not? He is ravenous to sleep with any beautiful Årab Muslimā or any Other Muslimā if he can.”
“Why? When he is a Hindu―”
“I think he is communal and gets more satisfaction sexually when he fucks us Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt than the other beauties of other religions and creeds.”
“So it is not Durgesh we have to fight? It is you Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt we have to fight with?”
“Durgesh is taking great interest in marrying the white women with black men nowadays.”
“I know.” Helga Dostoevsky said curtly, “Durgesh was interested in us white girls initially and you Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt became worried.”
“What nonsense are you talking, Helga?” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl was quite astonished, “Durgesh is fanatic to have sex with us Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt. He can’t even sleep if he could not have sex with us. He has gone to the extent that he compromised with us Muslims to preach Islam even to the Hindus.”
“I’ve heard quite different.” Helga Dostoevsky was sarcastic, “It was ‘Koneené Islam’, the live 3-D hyper channel you Årab Muslimāt have which spread the slogans: ‘With a Hindu once, the Muslimāt go dance’, ‘Hindu male is fair, the Muslim males beware’. ‘Hindu rides Muslimāt―”
Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl cut Helga Dostoevsky short.
“I’ve seen all these slogans and even worse, even vulgar and porn, like: ‘Hindu Prick in cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to―”
“Stop it. What do you want to say actually? I know the teen Muslimāt are over enthusiastic with Hindu play boys.”
“Not only teen Muslimāt, Helga!” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl was serious now, “The scenario of the Muslim world is changing very fast.”
“What do you mean?”
“Once it is brought out by the media that there are Muslims only in big number in terrorism, now the second scandal about the Muslims is that they are impotents.”
“There is a vast rumor in the media that the Muslims are actually incapable to satisfy there wives, so the Muslimāt always had their sexual relations with this Hindu or that.”
Helga Dostoevsky looked gravely at Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl.
Then she stood up and started pacing the floor.
“Just before Durgesh was here in Egypt, he was in Pakistan, Sābirā! He worked with Commander Ashok, Colonel Suneel, and the so called Major Ākāsh―”
“The so called Major Ākāsh?” Sābirā looked at her in quite surprise. Is there not any Major Ākāsh anywhere?”
“Was, and is, but he was the fellow who was really the Chief of Commander Ashok’s Black Force.”
“Commander Ashok’s Black Force?”
“A secret institution of hardcore black commandos under Commander Ashok. Durgesh was its Chief actually but it was shown always that its Chief was Major Ākāsh.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Forget it. What I was saying that in Pakistan, the Pakistani Hindus were kidnapping the beautiful Pakistani Muslim women and making them pregnant.”
“For a long time every person believed that those were the Pakistani Hindus, who were behind it, but was not the reality.”
“it was not the reality?”
“Nope!” Helga Dostoevsky stated, “A Pakistani Commander, Commander Isrār Aħmad was doing it to provoke the Muslims against Hindus.”
Sābirā was alert.
“What do you want to say, Helga?”
“The Hindus are the most peaceful persons among all of us. I have studied and found that whenever the Muslim leaders find they can’t answer something to their people, they divert their attention to non-Muslims, accusing them for something the non-Muslims have never done.”
“What do you want to say? The Hindus have nothing to do with these vulgar and even porn slogans?-― ‘Hindu Prick in cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’. The vile and porn language used in this slogan does not suit with the ever peaceful and sexually high cultured Hindus. This is a teen slogan and devised by the over enthusiastic teen Muslimāt themselves?”
“Of course! Why not?” Helga Dostoevsky said, “Even if it is not the case, the vile slogan is designed by some other miscreant than the Hindus. The slogan maker is provoking the Muslims to fight with Hindus, so that their attention is diverted from the slogan maker Satan.”
Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl looked at Helga.
“If not the over enthusiastic teen Muslimāt, who this miscreant evil forces can be?”
“What about the Whites?”
“There is too much roar about the Black men and the White women in the media these days. Why it can’t be that the White men want to divert the attention of the media from them and focus it on the Muslims? The Muslims are criticizing the Whites too much. It puts them in the right path to watch their own homes”
“So you say the Hindus are not responsible for it?”
“It does not suit their peaceful and highly civilized behavior about sex.”
“Isn’t it a fact that the Hindus love Muslimāt to have sex with them?”
“Well, there are always some communals in every society.” Helga Dostoevsky observed.
Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev thundered at his daughter.
“You fool! Durgesh is with us.”
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev equally thundered at her father.
“I’m not a fool. Durgesh is fooling you, Abbū Kħaleefā! Hindus are Kaffirs.”
“Nauheedov, try to understand your father, please!” Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev of Smyrno rebuked his daughter. Durgesh is not a captive in your Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt cunts. You are not the ultimate rulers of the universes. You don’t have enough resources―”
“How do you know?” Nauheedov cut her father in his mid sentence and smiled cunningly.
Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev pursed his lips in wild exasperation, “What do you think, Allāh, Fātimā and Åāýeshā― the irrepressible trio, will help us if we say Durgesh is a captive in your infinite Årab Muslimāt and infinite Other Muslimāt cunts?”
“The Årab Muslimāt Trinity has won Durgesh, but the success is worthless if the Other Muslimāt do not help them. The greatest Muslimāt women Empire cannot run without having us Other Muslimāt in their confidence.”
“So you want to destroy the Empire if the Årab Muslimāt Trinity do not take you into their confidence?” Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev was furious at his own daughter.
“The Trinity defeated Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu but there are Shésh and Tārxý also. They are with Durgesh blindly.”
“Durgesh will take care of them, if you just cooperate.”
“Why the Hindu Muslimāt Sex scandal?”
“It will keep the Hindus in right path.” Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev smiled cunningly, deceitfully and cleverly.
“Oh, so it is also our by product?”
“Commander Isrār Ahmad from former Pakistan and now Pakistan sub sector of Trantor has devised it.”
“I know that much.” Nauheedov Khrushchev said somewhat curtly, “He had launched a successful Hindu Muslimāt Sex scandal in Pakistan once and succeeded very brilliantly. The Hindus were unable to defend themselves. The Muslims were furious.”
Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev laughed.
“The fools did not know that it was Muslims’ own campaign against Hindus. The Hindus are portrayed very appreciatively in media. The media always praise the Hindus that they are very peaceful people as far as their sexual practices are concerned. The fools forget completely that it were Hindus who gave Kāmsūtr and the Tantrs to the human beings. This new Hindu Muslimāt Sex scandal of ours will earn a great defame for the Hindus . They will have to defend themselves and our under cover beautiful Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt agents will make them to marry, love, and open sex performances, exposing thus the Hindus more and more. Even the Dvij Hindus and the most diplomatic Bachhalyās cannot help it except to surrender. We want our hardcore undercover Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt secret agents as the wives, girl friends and utmost intimate sex partners of all the politically important Hindu households. Communists are already doing it. We have no other option except to join them in the race.”
“‘Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’?” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.
Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev joined his daughter in the vile laughter,
““‘Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’.”
I could not control any longer.
“Nauheedov!” I said curtly, “I can’t believe you are behind it.”
Nauheedov Khrushchev winked at me lewdly.
“Want to fuck me? Come on. I surrender.”
I sighed softly and recited―
“‘‘Why there are differences among us?
Everybody is making too much fuss.
If I born in a Hindu family, am I responsible for it?
If you born in a Muslim family, are you responsible for it?
If he born in a Christian family, is he responsible?
If she is born in a Jew family, is she responsible?
Why can’t we intermarry if we please?
Why can’t we date each other if we please?
Are we all not descendants of Adam and Eve?
If it is not so why do you pretend to believe?
Tear up your divine books if you don’t have any faith in them.
Burn them all if you don’t need any more of them.
Stop the hypocrisy of going church every Sunday.
Stop the hypocrisy of reading Namāz five times a day.
Reciting of Mantrs in the Mandirs haven’t made you a human being if,
Shame on you that you even now claim your belief.
Ved Bible and Qur’ān all teach us humanity.
Are their teachings now for you mere futility?
‘We one our nest one’ I’ve found in our divine books.
Please don’t destroy our nest allowing differences and crooks.
Follow the path of love every divine book does preach.
Prosperity and true happiness will not be then out of reach.’
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.
“Forget it, Durgesh darling! Nobody needs your so called prosperity and your so called true happiness. Your true happiness lies into our Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt cunts, and our true happiness lies into your miraculous Hindu Penis. Come on, give it to me and enjoy my youth, beauty and Turkmenistani Muslimā virginity.”
“If you wanted to do it after all, why did you pretended till now that you want a Muslim male for you, Nauheedov?” I asked her gravely.
Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled at me mockingly.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Because I did not know then that the Muslims are impotents.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev winked at me, “Now come on.”
“You are playing very dangerous, Nauheedov!”
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled sophisticatedly.
“For whom, my dear?”
She brought her beautiful right hand down and sought out my Hindu Penis.
She held it, observed, and smiled.
“So it is the great Hindu Penis made the infinite Årab Muslimāt and the infinite Other Muslimāt mad about itself? Well, I think it deseres to be so.”
She started to play with my Hindu Penis playfully.
She was very beautiful.
My Penis hardened and kept on hardening more and more with her Muslim treat.
“Hindu Penis Muslim treats, Muslimāt it never cheats.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev winked at me.
“You can give it any Muslimāt treats as you like, Nauheedov! However, you can’t make the Muslims believe that we Hindus are doing it.”
“You don’t know Muslims, my dear! Just read this news.”
She closed a contact and the news appeared on the wall―
“Legally this is the position of Hindu Muslimāt sexual relations in Muslim countries.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled, bent down, rested her beautiful buttocks on her ankles and started to suck me.
“You are not paying minute attention to the news, Nauheedov!” I smiled at her patronizingly.
“Oh! And what have I overlooked, my dear Muslimāt fucker Hindu playboy?” She laughed still smiling and sucking my Hindu Prick more confidently.
“The news ends with the lines―
‘In May, the country’’ best-Inown Christian convert, Lina Joy, lost a battle in Malaysia’’ highest court to have the word ““slam””removed from her identity card.’
“Really, of course! And what does it show?”
“The Hindu husband and the Muslim wife succeeded while the Christian convert, Lina Joy, failed.”
Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.
“And―” I said and stopped in mid sentence meaningfully.
“And?” Nauheedov Khrushchev raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“It is the reason why many of my Muslimāt women have not married me legally. They live with me as my wives but―”
“I also propose to do so. Am I honored? Am I accepted?”
“You know, I can’t refuse.”
“Thank you.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled at me and then winked lewdly, “you are the most successful Hindu playboy with us Muslimāt, dear!”
“I think it was the case at first.”
“What do you mean?”
“Now, it is the reverse.”
“Oh! You want to say now we are; we Muslimāt are, most successful with you?”
“Is it not true? Take for instant yourself.”
“Yes, I see your point.”
She started to undress me fully.
I honored her also undressing her in response.
Then I lifted her up on my arms and took her to the bed.
At the very next moment, Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev was lying down there on the bed on her back, playing still with my extremely hardened Hindu Penis.
Then she brought it down to her rosy Muslimā labial lips, awaiting eagerly now to take my Hindu Prick between them.
They greeted it ravenously.
She rubbed the head of my Penis between them.
Her eyes turned rosy.
She pressed it there.
The labial lips opened and the head of my Penis entered into.
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev could not control herself.
She raised her beautiful female buttocks and made an upward thrust.
My Hindu Penis entered one fourth.
Her Muslimā virginity was torn up by her own wild thrust.
She sighed, pursed her lips and made the second upward thrust.
My Hindu Penis vanished half into her ravenous Muslimā cunt.
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled confidently at me.
“Enjoying?” She asked me smiling bravely.
I was playing playfully with her gorgeous Muslimā buttocks.
They were becoming rosy and hardening due to my erotic Hindu treat.
“Your communal sex craving is being satisfied?”
“Of course, dear! I was waiting for the moment since a long time.” I also winked at her and now I made my Hindu thrust downwards.
My Hindu Cock vanished three fourth.
She did not allow me the last thrust.
It was from her.
Upwards Of course!
And, it sent my rocketing Hindu Penis totally inside her beautiful smart Muslimā vagina.
She lifted up her beautiful nude legs and put them on my equally nude Hindu shoulders.
“Don’t do anything for sometime, please!” She requested me, “I want to feel the entire great Hindu Penis inside me and enjoy.”
“O.K. We Hindu try to respect our Muslimāt women’s sexual cravings.”
“Which Muslims never do.” She said curtly.
“Nauheedov!” I looked at her in surprise.
“I forgive my sister Muslimāt who are trying their best not to lose you Hindus to the white women.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev looked into my black eyes, “I know now, I myself join them.”
“Nauheedov! You are―”
“I sympathize with white women, Durgesh! But sorry, I can’t share you with them”
“So you are pushing them to the black men?”
“The whites are not any more competent than the Muslims. I do not think there is necessarily any inherent superiority in the Black Male physically, despite the pictures, the testimonials. The superiority is psychological, not physical. But it is the psychological side, which creates the physical (and sexual) superiority. I admit there are many white women who become numbed, or disgruntled, over the ““ailings””and limitations of white husbands. However, many of those cases where the white woman begins singing the praises of Black love are hardly the most reliable sources. They have been wounded by the white man, so how can they be impartial?”
“Now you are talking more rationally.” I laughed, “Do you realize, Nauheedov?”
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.
“I think your Hindu Prick into my bright Muslimā cunt is bringing me to senses.”
“You may think you are joking but you are quite right instead.” I said gravely, “Your frequency has met with the Ammuhātul Kāýnāt and your brain is receiving their inner thoughts therefore.”
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.
“Oh, stop it. You are really making me to believe as if it is really a science.”
“It is really a science, my dear! Very popular in Årab when Islam came there.”
“What?” She was all alert suddenly.
“You tell everybody we Hindus have Kām Sūtr and Tantrs. Well, I’m trying to teach you the same.”
“By Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā, Nauheedov! I’m not befooling you.”
“Well, I don’t blame my sister Muslimāt, if they don’t want to share you with the white women. We have to keep at least something to us exclusively, if we really want to rule the infinite Universes.”
‘All during the long period of evolutionary growth in the Second Age, each superuniverse has developed entirely on its own, under the unique influence of one of the Master Spirits. These Seven Master Spirits are uniquely diverse in nature because they personalize the seven possible combinations (singular and plural) of the Three Paradise Deities. In the illustration facing this page, we have symbolized the unique nature of each Master Spirit by the arrangement of three circles. These three circles are so drawn that there are seven areas – three areas where there is no overlap, three areas where there is a double overlap, and one area that has a triple overlap. This is a reasonably good symbol for the Master Spirits, just as the three concentric circles are a meaningful symbol for the Three Persons of Deity in, and as, the Paradise Trinity.’
Suddenly 3-D started to recite in a very sweet Årab feminine voice,
“Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’― ‘Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’ ― ‘Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’ ―”
It started to repeat the same slogan repetitively.
“Abbū Kħaleefā wants to contact with me in 3-D.” Nauheedov Khrushchev explained.
Her father Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev was also on Trantor.
It was one of the main reasons Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev had managed to come to Trantor, under the disguise that she was a war prisoner of Anacreon with her two young women friends, Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow.
“If you want to contact with Abbū Kħaleefā―”
“They say you can do it without touching any contact and only fucking one of us―”
Pulled my Penis out of her till so far virgin cunt and pushed it again back with a greater thrust.
She jumped on the bed still on her back.
“Allah―hhhhh―” She screamed.
But the contact has been made and she was viewing now her younger sister Sādiyovā Khrushchev as if she was also present there.
“Salāmu ålékum, Bājī!” Sādiyovā Khrushchev laughed, “So you’ve also joined the herd?”
“Va ålékum asslām― Va ålékum asslām!” Nauheedov Khrushchev also laughed and winked at her younger sister, “I’m testing the miracles of this Hindu Penis. Lynda Wienis has advertised it very much everywhere where she could.”
“You can’t blame her, Āpā Bee! She has to fight with the religion of science of the Mayor of Terminus, Mayor Salvor Hardin.”
“But she is preaching ‘Religion of Durgesh’s Hindu Penis’. She could have named it somewhat else, not so odd, vulgar, erotic and, well, porn.”
“That is only in the mockery of the religion of science of the Mayor of Terminus. Actually she calls it ‘Shivling Sādhnā’ ‘The Practice of the Penis Benevolent’. It is as ancient as the formation of the Cosmos itself. A large number of the Traditional Hindus also follow it. They call themselves ‘Shaiv’, ‘Shākt’ and ‘Kaul’.”
“I know, but the practice was abused even by the Hindus of status.”
“Don’t say it to any Shaiv, Shākt or Kaul.” Sādiyovā Khrushchev laughed, “Traditional Hindus are also not small in numbers. Moreover they are protected by Dvij Hindus and the Utmost Diplomatic yet very very cunning Bachhalyās.”
Nauheedov Khrushchev also laughed.
“Dvij Hindus can be argued, Sādiyovā! But I don’t think the Bachhalyās can be. They are somewhat like Traditional Hindus in their adamences. They even don’t have soft corner for us Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt.”
“They love the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs.” Sādiyovā Khrushchev winked at her elder sister, “Try sometime your feminine charms on the Bachhalyās and observe their responses.”
“Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ.” Nauheedov Khrushchev raised her beautiful nostrils in indignation, “Am I such a fool? Try my feminine charms on such a fools as the Bachhalyās, who think there is not a beauty anywhere except the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs? Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ. Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ.”
Sādiyovā Khrushchev laughed open heartedly.
Then her eyes twinkled with sudden mischief.
She called out.
“Mahārudr! Nauheedov Bāji wants to talk to you.”
Mahārudr Bachhalyā suddenly appeared there.
He was very humble to Nauheedov Khrushchev always.
“Ādāb Bāji!” He addressed Nauheedov Khrushchev with all the respect he could muster.
Nauheedov Khrushchev was a very close friend of Pārvatī Āyanger, his elder sister, he worshipped more than anyone else.
“Tasleem― Tasleem, my dearest brother! Khālidovā is still waiting for your answer.”
But, Mahārudr could not speak.
His everbrilliant Brāhmañ Chief wife, Pārvatī Shéshādri, abruptly appeared there.
“Bāji! Ādāb!” She also greeted Nauheedov Khrushchev passionately.
“Tasleem, my dear Bhābhī sāħibā! Tasleem.” Nauheedov replied somewhat sarcastically, “ I can’t talk to my brother without any interruption from my Bhābhīs, eh?”
“Nanad Begam!” Pārvatī Shéshādri Turki b’ Turki said, “Don’t try to bring new Bhābhīs in the home without permission from the Bhābhīs in power. Isn’t it clear?”
“Are you challenging me, Bhābhī?” Nauheedov rebuked.
‘“I’m not a Muslimā, my dear! I’m a Brahm Kanyā. We Brahm Kanyās don’t believe in ‘talāq’. When we marry, we marry for ever. It is called ‘Satītv’ and ‘Pātivratý’ in our religion.”
“Mahāsatī Sulochanā and Ammul Kāýnāt Mandodarī are perhaps your ideals, Bhābhī sāħibā!”
“What do you mean?”
“Both of them could not save the lives of their respective husbands, Mėghnād and Rāvañ.”
Pārvatī Shéshādri thundered.
“Nanad Begam! Durgesh should discipline you how to talk with your Bhābhīs. My husband, Mahārudr Bachhalyā, maybe your younger brother, but even then you’ve no right to compare him with Mėghnād and Rāvañ. He is neither.”
“But Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer is.”
“And what about him?” Pārvatī Shéshādri was all alert now.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer was the eldest paternal uncle of Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer. But at the same time, he was a maternal uncle of Pārvatī Shéshādri also.
The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, was her maternal cousin, and both the maternal uncle and the maternal cousin loved her very much.
“Keep Mahārudr out of that great Arabian battle. It is turning into more dangerous battle than the original Mahā Bhārat itself. It may turn out to be an inter universal war even, if it cannot be stopped by the concerned parties”
“You love Al Hudā more than Mahārudr. Don’t you Nanad Begam?”
“Hudā is not in danger, you fool!” Nauheedov Khrushchev was furious now, “She is well protected into the nude lap of Durgesh now. The Penis benevolent of Durgesh is visiting her love tunnel now continuously. She is out of reach of all the ‘Kauravs’ of this Årab Mahā Bhārat.”
“Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer is not a Kħaleefā, and he will never be.” Nauheedov Khrushchev cut Pārvatī Shéshādri short and thundered, “Mahārudr! Your Brāhmañ Chief wife is a downright fool. Marry Khālidovā, please! Only Khālidovā can make you see the things in Kuwait and the Årab creations as they really are. She is from Saudi Arabia itself and fallen in love with you head long foot. Don’t believe me, if you don’t want to. Ask Pārvatī Āyanger, your elder sister you worship more than anyone.”
“Bāji!” Mahārudr Bachhalyā was serious now, “Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer loves his sister’s daughter Pārvatī Shéshādri more than you can even imagine.”
“He is working for Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil.”
“You don’t know. Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil is Jarāsandh of this Mahā Bhārat. Khālidovā is his sister’s daughter. Is it clear now what I’m proposing?”
“Khālidovā is a rotten whore!” Pārvatī Shéshādri screamed at the top of her lungs. She is a porn movie star, having hundreds of Hindu Penises into her every goddamned Muslim hole in front of the movie cameras. Don’t try to bring her in my house. Keep that dirty Muslimā slut out of my house. Let it remain a house clean and inhabitable.”
“Pārvatī!” Mahārudr scolded her.
“I won’t compromise, Mahārudr! I say.” Pārvatī Shéshādri declared doggedly, “There is a limit of everything.That porn movie star Khālidovā Nicole will not join our home as your wife. It’s final. Let her be as much beautiful as no one can imagine. Even then― She can’t join our household. Promise me that.”
“Durgesh has married so many Saudi Arabian porn movie stars that―”
“Mahārudr is not Durgesh.” Pārvatī Shéshādri said curtly, “And the porn Saudi Arabian movie stars Durgesh married were working in those porn movies with Durgesh himself. They never worked with anybody else.”
“Pārvatī Bhābhī!” Nauheedov Khrushchev addressed Pārvatī Shéshādri heatedly, “Kħadeejā Al Jalāl was also a porn movie star.”
“You requested to Durgesh to marry her. Because she was your another maternal uncle, Sheikħ Al Jalāl Al Wahāb’s daughter. Didn’t you?”
“Nauheedov Nanad Begam! Durgesh is capable to deal with these kind of situations. Mahārudr is not Durgesh and you know it.”
“Do you love your Saudi Arabian Māmūs more than your Māmūs who are the citizens of Kuwait?”
“Nauheedov Nanad Begam! You are talking nonsense now.”
“Pārvatī Bhābhī!” Nauheedov Khrushchev addressed Pārvatī Shéshādri rudely, “You have a big name, but it takes courage,, it takes bravery, it takes guts, it takes nerve, valor, daring, and audacity to live up a big name. Particularly as big as ‘Pārvatī’. Pārvatī Āyanger has lived up the name. You have not.”
Pārvatī Shéshādri was furious.
She could not forget what Nauheedov Khrushchev said to her―
“Pārvatī Bhābhī!” Nauheedov Khrushchev had addressed Pārvatī Shéshādri rudely, “You have a big name, but it takes courage,, it takes bravery, it takes guts, it takes nerve, valor, daring, and audacity to live up a big name. Particularly as big as ‘Pārvatī’. Pārvatī Āyanger has lived up the name. You have not.”
‘Pārvatī Āyanger has lived up the name. You have not.’
‘Pārvatī Āyanger has lived up the name. You have not.’
And how had Pārvatī Āyanger lived up her big name?
She surrendered to Durgesh to save Mahārudr’s life, while she hated Durgesh very much.
Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil tried to soothe her.
“Bétā! Don’t be so restless. Don’t be so furious.”
“Tell me, Māmū Imām!” Pārvatī Shéshādri was still as furious as she was, “These white sluts will really invade our Bachhalyās households and destroy our peace forever? Can’t you keep them to the Blacks if they are not satisfied with the whites?”
“Māmū Imām! They all say you are the only hope Islam has.”
“They are wrong , my daughter!” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil looked at his Bhānjī with very soft hearted loving eyes, “Actually, I’m not the only hope Islam has, Durgesh is the only hope Islam has.”
“Māmū Kħaleefā!” Pārvatī Shéshādri clenched her paims in desperate indignation, “Durgesh is an outright Hindu. He is not even a Muslim. And you are telling me he is the only hope Islam has? In other words you are telling me Islam doesn’t has any hope now. The Muslim terrorists, you call Mujahideen, have destroed every hope for your Islam.”
“My Islam?” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil smiled patronizingly at his desperate Bhānjī, “Islam did not came for me only, Baby! It came for all of us human beings. Your husband Mahārudr is also working for Islam. Ask him why he is working for Islam while he is a Hindu.”
“With your Hindu husband, Mahārudr Bachhalyā, my dear sister’s daughter! Pārvatī Shéshādri! You are also working for Islam while you hate any Muslimā Co Wife in your own Bachhalyā household. Ask yourself why it is so.”
“I don’t want any white ma’m in my house, Māmū Imām! Keep them at least to the Blacks, please! And Khālidovā Nicole there is out of question. That porn movie star―”
“Why are you Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs are so adament to keep the Bachhalyās only to yourselves?” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil smiled, “You don’t want any Muslimā there. You don’t want any white ma’m there.”
“Māmū Imām!” Pārvatī Shéshādri gritted her teeth, “The Bachhalyās are ours. Right as the Dvij Hindus are Muslimāt’s. The Bachhalyās are made for us Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs only. We don’t share them with any other women, and we never will.”
“Pārvatī Bétā!” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil laughed, “You are not updating yourself.”
“Māmū Imām!” Pārvatī Shéshādri was sudden all alert. She looked at her learned Māmū in surprise.
“Dvij Hindus have fallen nowadays from the top priority list of the Muslimāt.”
“Muslimāt are interested now in Imām Mahdi.
‘In Islamic eschatology the Mahdi (مهدي transliteration: Mahdī, also Mehdi; ““uided One”” is the prophesied redeemer of Islam. The advent of Mahdi is not a universally accepted concept in Islam, and among those that accept the Mahdi there are basic differences among different sects of Muslims about the timing and nature of his advent and guidance. Most Muslims believe that the Mahdi will change the world into a perfect and just Islamic society alongside Jesus before Yaum al-Iiyamah (literally ““ay of the Resurrection””or ““ay of the Standing””. The ““di””of ““ahdi””refers to the Arabic root ““دی“”which means ““o guide”” ““ahdi””is also an Arabic name.
The exact nature of the Mahdi differs according to Sunni and Shi’’ Muslims. For a more in-Iepth Shi’’ account of the Mahdi, see Muhammad al-Iahdi. The concept of Mahdi is not explicitly mentioned in the Qu’’an, but the sayings of Muhammad on Imam Mahdi abound.
“And they are claiming that Durgesh is Imām Mahdi.” Pārvatī Shéshādri laughed in incedulity, “To what extent the Muslimāt will fall, Māmū Imām! They want to enjoy sex with Durgesh? And for just this sake they are preaching Durgesh is even Imām Mahdi. I’ll be damned.”
“No my dear daughter! My dear Bhānjī! No.” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil smiled at her gravely, “I don’t buy that. I can’t buy that even for you.”
“Māmū Imām! You are―”
“Pārvatī Bétā! You don’t know Durgesh. He is far more serious about Islam than any of us Musalmeen is. Even the Mujahideen think he is Imām Mahdi. Even the Mujāhidāt think Durgesh is Imām Mahdi.”
“But he is not even a Muslim.” Pārvatī Shéshādri screamed at the top of her lungs, “He is a Hindu. He is an outright Hindu.”
“Does he worship idols?”
“Does he disrespect Qur’ān?”
“Not Māmū Imām! But―”
“Does he agree with the other Hindus that Ħuzoors Ħazrat Muħammad Paighambaré Islam was, nauzbillāh, not a Prophet?”
“Not Māmū Imām! But―”
“Then he is Imām Mahdi, Pārvatī Bétā!”
‘Shi‘ites claim the Mahdi is their 12th Imam, as evidenced in a hadith from the Shia text (Kitab Al-Iafi) containing a conversation between the first Shia Imam Ali ibn Abu Talib and a man named al-Isbagh ibn Nubata.
‘Even if the entire duration of the world’’ existence has already been exhausted and only one day is left before the Day of Judgment, God will expand that day to such a length of time, as to accommodate the kingdom of a person out of Ahl al-Iayt who will be called by my name. He will then fill the Earth with peace and justice as it will have been filled with injustice and tyranny before then.’
—Sahih Tirmidhi, V2, P86, V9, P74–75.
The Mahdi, according to Shi’’te tradition, will arise at some point before the day of judgement, institute a kingdom of justice, and will in the last days fight alongside the returned Jesus against the Dajjal, the Antichrist.
However, like most religious concepts, various Muslim traditions have ascribed different characteristics to the Mahdi. Also, as Mahdiism is closely related to the leadership of the Ummah, it has had the potential to be abused as some leaders of secularly focused politico-Ieligious movements in the name of Islam who have claimed to be the Mahdi.
Of those Sunnis that hold to the existence of the Mahdi, some believe the Mahdi will be an ordinary man, born to an ordinary woman. Umm Salamah said:
‘I heard the Messenger of Allah (Peace be upon Him) say: ‘The Mahdi is of my lineage and family…’
— Sunan Abu Dawud, 11/373; Sunan Ibn Maajah, 2/1368.
Abu Sa’eed al-Ihudri said:
‘The Messenger of Allah (Peace be upon Him) said: ““e is one of us…””— Reported by Abi Na’eem in Akhbaar al-Iahdi, see al-Iaami’ al-Iagheer, 5/219, hadith 5796.
The Shi’’ belief is that Mahdi has been alive and in occultation for 1200 years and is eleven generations down from Muhammad – i.e. the twelfth Shi’’ Imam Muhammad al-Iahdi.
Pārvatī Shéshādri could not believe her own ears and her own eyes.
Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil was too serious in his convictions to be unbelieved.
Dorrie Hardin looked at Dolorette Siever furiously.
“So you say you can’t share Durgesh with Maimoonā Usmā Islām ?”
“I’m sorry, Dorrie!”
“Do you realize what we are fighting with?”
“Dorrie! I agree with you, but―”
“Dolorette Siever! You are only a young Jew girl. Aren’t you?” Dorrie Hardin looked at Dolorette Siever furiously again, “We don’t agree even on what the first commandment is.”
“Dorrie Hardin!” Dolorette Siever smiled confidently at her guest from the future, “You said you came from the future.”
“So?”Dorrie Hardin looked anxiously at her host on Erythrow.
“I don’t want to be rude to you.”
“Then don’t be.” Dorrie Hardin smiled at her.
“This planet― I mean Erythrow, is not even settled yet in its actual sense.”
“We have only a Dome here. My father Siever Genarr is commander here, the Chief Executive you may call.”
Dorrie Hardin was still smiling.
“I’m still listening, Dolorette Siever!”
Dolorette Siever also smiled.
She had reduced Dorrie Hardin’s stupendous superiority somewhat now, she could see.
Well, it’ll do.
Why she should act superior as if she had bestowed any favour on her by coming there?
Dolorette Siever did not live on Erythrow herself.
She wanted to, but her father, Commander Siever Genarr, did not want his daughter to be there.
After all, what was there on Erythrow for his daughter?
“Why did you come here, Dorrie?” Dolorette Siever asked gravely, “We haven’t anything here which may interest you time travellers.”
“I’m not a time traveller, Dolorette!” Dorrie tried to smile.
Jesus! It was not easy to talk with this Jew Beauty who was called a bubblehead by Maimoonā Usmā Islām.
“Yes, you are.” Dolorette Siever smiled, “Are you thinking, do you believe that Maimoonā Usmā Islām is right about me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Out of outright jealousy she calls me a bubblehead.” Dolorette Siever smiled, “Do you think she is right?”
“Great Space! Dolorette! You are my host.” Dorrie Hardin tried to look somewhat hurt and offended.
“Don’t try that trickery on me, Dorrie! Maimoonā has told me that you are not actually hurt nor offended when you act so.”
“God! That girl is really a miracle, and a trouble equally.”
“Commissioner Janus Pitt was so tired of her that he allowed her mother to come to Erythrow with Maimoonā to get rid of her only.”Dolorette Siever smiled patronizingly.
“I want to ask why did you come here on Erythrow.” Dolorette Siever looked at Dorrie Hardin again questioningly.
“We are time travelling.”
“Then why did you said that you are not a time traveller?”
“I wanted to be one of you people.”
“And, how can you be that?”
We were walking.
Dorrie Hardin was in her nude completely and on her elbows and knees.
“Dolorette! You are a stunning Jew Beauty.”
“Stunning Jew Beauty? What do you mean?”
“There on Terminus―”
Dorrie Hardin laughed.
“I had told you yesterday that Terminus is the name of the planet I’ve come here wherefrom.”
“Sorry! I think you had. I’ve forgotten.”
“It’s all right. We are fighting for our progress and existence there.”
“We have a religion of science there.”
“A religion of what?”
“A religion of science. Why are you so astonished?”
“I haven’t heard of it.”
“You don’t know of every religion our Galaxy and the other Galaxies have. Do you, my dear?”
“Of course not, but―”
“You are a Jew. Are you not?”
“Of course I am. And I’m proud of being a Jew.” Dolorette Siever admitted proudly, “I opposed father when he converted himself into an Ārý Samājī.”
Dorrie Hardin did not ask what an Ārý Samājī was.
She knew it very well.
There were many Ārý Samājīs on Terminus itself.
Moreover, on Trantor, Ārý Samāj was a great force.
Even Linge Chen and Claver Divart had announced now that they are joining Ārý Samāj now very soon.
Communism is not now as powerful as it once was.
“So your father is not a Jew any more?” Dorrie Hardin asked her sympathetically.
“Nope! But it does not make any difference to me. I’m still proud of being a Jew. You say you have a religion of science there on Terminus?”
“Yes! But we are surrounded by four kingdoms.”
“There is not democracy? You said ‘kingdom’.”
“There was democracy once, but not now. We have democracy on Terminus but it’s being threatened by these four kingdoms continuously and consistently.”
“We have appointed four priests there―women priests.”
“Yes! Why not? Do you think women don’t deserve the priesthood?”
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73. Under Open Sky
87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13
88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14
89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15
90. The Extent
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
125. The women in my life
145. She protested
147. The threesome
149. The Chairman: 1
150. The Chairman: 2
151. The Chairman: 3
152. The Chairman: 4
153. The Chairman: 5
154. An Underworld Don: 1
155. An Underworld Don: 2
156. An Underworld Don: 3
157. An Underworld Don: 4
158. An Underworld Don: 5
159. An Underworld Don: 6
160. An Underworld Don: 7
161. An Underworld Don: 8
162. An Underworld Don: 9
163. An Underworld Don: 10
164. Age no bar: 1
165. Age no bar: 2
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22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
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25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
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