The untold history of our freedom fight
DSM Satyarthi
‘Jātvédsé sunavām somamarātīyato ni dahāti Vedah,
S’ nah parshdati durgāñi vishvā nāvév sindhum durtātyagnih.’
‘We purify som for the one having born for Ved.
Ved certainly scorches off the persons, reaching those who don’t give Āýpanchmānsh.
He protects all our forts, like a ship, one who leads to light, bravely cross the sea.’
Chapter 1
Imām Saåīd Muħammad
Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD, looked at Imām Saåīd Muħammad,
“So, you want me not to fight with East India Company?”
“Bhāījān, why don’t you understand? We don’t want to be orphan again.” Imām Saåīd Muħammad said to him with all due respect.
Baji Rao II smiled,
“Do Zubédah, Musarrat, Naåīmah and Shāziyah, also want me to be a coward?”
All the four wives of Imām Saåīd Muħammad looked at each other.
Then, Zubédah, the eldest of them, said authoritatively,
“We need your life, Bhāījān, even if you don’t need it. We’ve already left Pune. Now we don’t want to lose Biŧhoor too.”
“Zubédah,” Baji Rao II was curt now, “Do you know about their new rumor they are spreading about us?”
“Only the fools and selfish persons can believe them.” Musarrat, the second wife of Imām Saåīd Muħammad, said indignantly.
“Musarrat, you don’t understand anything.” Baji Rao II said furiously.
“They are our enemies, Bhāījān.” Naåīmah, the third wife of Imām Saåīd Muħammad, gritted through her teeth, “We never expect anything benefiting to us, from them.”
“They are assassinating my character.” Baji Rao II said curtly.
“Bhāījān,” Shāziyah, the fourth wife of Imām Saåīd Muħammad, smiled, “We are assassinating their empire. They doubt that we are behind all the revolutionary attempts against their empire. But they can’t prove it. They are doing their best what they can do.”
Imām Saåīd Muħammad smiled,
“So, Bhāījān, you can see, we are still integrated.”
“Saåīd,” Baji Rao II, too, smiled now, “Keep the Musalmeen’s faith in us.”
“So many Hindu kings, Peshwas and administrators have a large number of Musalmān wives and Musalmān beloveds. Yet, none has shown the courage enough, to accept publicly, that his Hindu father had some Musalmān sons too.”
“Only you have come forward, Bhāījān.” Zubédah said with her eyes suddenly filled with tears, feeling somewhat guilty herself too.
“Well, that’s the truth, Zubédah.” Baji Rao II said gravely.
He ignored her reaction deliberately.
He had to.
It was the time when the East India Company had not realized the actual danger of Hindu Muslim unity.
If it had realized so, it had certainly opposed the Musalmān Beauties to be married to Hindus in such a large number.
The Musalmān Beauties were being married to Hindus in such a large number, in those days of great Hindu Muslim unity, that they were not being married even to Musalmeen, in such a large number.
The reasons were simple:
1. The Musalmeen were never interested in sex as much as they were interested in practicing Islam.
2. Muslims couldn’t have more than four wives, according to Islam, while Hindus could have unlimited number of wives if they could afford them.
3. The Musalmeen, in those days too, had so many sex taboos Hindus never had. Yazīd Malåūn, in conspiracy with then Årab Burdāfaroshs, was bound to spread such taboos in Musalmeen, to accomplish their vested sinister financial interests, through then Mullahs and Maulavīs.
There were so many arranged marriages even.
The Musalmeen were still following the track devised by Mughal-e-åāzam shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar.
They thought Monotheist Hinduism of Ved the everfirst version of Islam.
Monotheist Hindus were accordingly, not only Musalmeen, but the Everfirst Musalmeen too.
The Bachhalyās headed the Monotheist Hindus and the Brāhmañs headed the rest of them.
“The Bachhalyās are the actual leaders of the Hindus.” Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled at Imām Saåīd Muħammad, “the Brāhmañs are fools.”
“I’m sorry.” Imām Saåīd Muħammad smiled too, at his father in law, “but I certainly disagree with you. The Brāhmañs are the religious leaders of the Hindus, while the Bachhalyās are their political leaders.”
“Yet, the real command lies in the hands of the political leaders.”
“The Brāhmañs are the fathers in law and the sālās of the Bachhalyās as we Musalmeen are that of the Hindus.” Imām Saåīd Muħammad said gravely.
“Mughal-e-åāzam shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar forced us Musalmeen to marry our beautiful Musalmān daughters and sisters with the eligible Hindus, despite our armed protests even.”
“Well, Mughal-e-åāzam shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar is not alive now.” Imām Saåīd Muħammad smiled, “Why the Musalmeen are still following the track established by Mughal-e-åāzam shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar? Why can’t now they have their own way?”
“Because our majority feels that the Muslimāt married with the Hindus are in a far better condition than the Muslimāt married with the Musalmeen. Almost every Muslim father, every Muslim mother wants to marry his/her daughter to a Hindu husband. Almost every Musalmān brother dreams to marry his beloved Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān sister with some most eligible Hindu.”
“Hindus are the dream lovers of Musalmān Beauties.” Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar blurted out.
Imām Saåīd Muħammad laughed.
“Shouldn’t we Musalmeen investigate and find out, why is it so?”
Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar watched his son in law furiously.
“Are you trying to tell me that Hindus are better in morals than us Musalmeen?”
Imām Saåīd Muħammad sighed.
“Never.”
“Then what do you want to say?”
“One bitterest truth, one cold and hard truth, every Musalmān knows at his heart, but none wants to accept it even to himself.”
“Allah, even to himself, Saåīd?”Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looked at his brilliant son in law helplessly.
“Yes, Abbū. Even to himself.”
“And what’s that?”
“Marital relations are basically based on sex, not on morals.”
“Oh!”
“Every woman, whether she is a Musalmān or not, basically wants sex from her husband, not morals.”
“But that’s not right, Saåīd!”
Zubédah immediately looked at his Abbū in strong protest.
“Why Musalmeen are so against nature nowadays, Abbū?”
Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looked at his daughter Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
She was his eldest daughter.
He wanted her to marry with Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD himself.
Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar did not refuse.
She met Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD.
“Bhāījān, Abbū wants me to marry with you.”
“What?”Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD could not believe it, “Zubédah, how can I marry you? You are like my real younger sister. We can’t marry ever. You love Saåīd.”
“That’s the problem, Bhāījān.”
“What’s the problem? You idiot, you couldn’t tell your Abbū that you love Saåīd?”
“We are Muslims, Bhāījān.”
“So what?”
“We can’t talk with our father in this way.”
“Why? He is your father. If you can’t talk with even your father openly—”
“It’s not our tradition.”
“So, you want to marry me now?” Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD was furious.
“Please Bhāījān, try to understand me. I know you’d never marry me.”
“I’d never marry you?”Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD was immensely surprised, “Would you marry me?”
“Why not?”
Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD as if fell from seventh sky.
“What?”
“Bhāījān, I loved Saåīd, because he resembled you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Actually I love you, not Saåīd.”
“Zubédah!”Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD thundered at her.
“Please, listen to me.”
“It’s incest. I can’t even hear it. Zubédah, you—”
“Please listen to me.” Zubédah raised her hand, “You are a Peshwa. You must be patient enough—”
“Now I understand.”
“Oh, what?”Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looked at Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD, “What do you understand now?”
“Actually you don’t love any one, neither Saåīd nor me.”Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD said curtly.
“Oh!”
“You acted to love Saåīd because he is my younger brother. But he is not a Peshwa. As soon as you learned that it’s possible for you to marry a Peshwa, you immediately realized that actually you don’t love Saåīd, you love me.”
Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled.
“What’s wrong in it, even if it is true? Why should I marry a Peshwa’s younger Musalmān brother, if I can marry the Peshwa himself?”
Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD looked at Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar scornfully.
“Why have you come to me?”
“To request you not to refuse to our marriage.”Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled victoriously at Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD, “I never loved Saåīd. He was my marital choice only because I didn’t know I could marry you. I am not foolish enough to choose to be the second fiddle deliberately when I can get the first place even.”
Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar tried to grab Baji Rao’s manhood, but he dived anticipating her action.
“Stop it.”Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD thundered at Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar laughed and attacked on Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD.
Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD tried his best to save himself from Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, but she was a lot smarter than Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD even.
After a few attempts, ultimately she grabbed Baji Rao’s manhood in her young right palm.
Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was so incredibly beautiful that despite his various attempts Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD could not stop his manhood from getting a grand hardon in her hand.
Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled victoriously, winked at Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD erotically and squeezed his manhood significantly.
After a whole grand night with Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD alone, when Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar left the room she had done everything with Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD, she never did with even Imām Saåīd Muħammad ever.
Imām Saåīd Muħammad was an ardent Musalmān.
He believed in Shariåt-e-Muħammadī to the extent that he had not even touched her hand till date.
Hindus were always different in the matter.
They believed in Vivāhāshŧakam and Ashŧmaithunam.
‘Brāhmo daivastathaivārshah prājāpatyastathāāsurah,
Gāndharvo rāxasashchaiv paishāchashchāshŧamo’dhamah.’
‘1Brāhm, 2Daiv, 3Ārsh, 4Prājāpatý, 5Āsur, 6Gāndharv, 7Rāxas, and eighth 8Paishāch utmost worst.’
‘Smarañam kīrtanam kélih prexañam guhyabhāñam,
Sankalpo’dhyavasāyashch’ kriyānivr’attirév ch.’
‘1To remember 2to talk about, 3playing, 4to watch, 5clandestine exchange, 6determination, 7effort, and 8ultimate act.’
Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was too smart to allow Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD even to pull out and ejaculate.
She compelled Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD even to ejaculate deepest inside her.
Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar wanted to receive and bear Baji Rao’s son in her virgin womb before leaving the room.
And she was confident, she had succeeded in doing it.***
Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looked at his eldest daughter.
“What happened?”
“Allaho Akbar!” Zubédah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar laughed cunningly.
“Fataħ?”
“Fataħ.”
“You are sure you bear his son now?”
“Of course, Abbū, your daughter was not born yesterday.”
“There was nothing else we could do.”
“Yes, Abbū, I understand. I’m sorry, I underestimated my great beauty.”
“You are not made to play the second fiddle, you fool.”
“Yes, Abbū, I’m sorry.”
“You chose that foolish Musalmān, Imām Saåīd Muħammad? I never expected it from you, Zubédah.”
“I’m sorry, Abbū, sorry, sorry, sorry, please forgive your foolish daughter.”
“You hundred sisters can write a new Mahā Bhārat with your incredible Sunni Musalmān Beauty.”
“I never knew Shiåā Musalmeen were so active here at our own Pune.”
“They are.” Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar blurted, “The Shiåās are active everywhere. Iran is our neighbor. Even our Årab is farther away.”
“Yes, Abbū.”
“Pune must be in our hands, Sunni Musalmān hands, not in Shiåā Musalmān hands ever. One Mughal empire is more than enough. The bastards could not save it from Hindus.”
“Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar was really a Hindu?”
“He invented Dīn-e-Ilāhī. Didn’t he?”
“Of course, Abbū.”
“Then what’s the difference whether Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar was a Hindu or not? Isn’t it clear that the Murattid was not a Musalmān?” ***
Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar watched at all of his one hundred one daughters.
He once again thanked Allah that they were extremely beautiful.
However, it was no miracle at all.
He had deliberately planned it.
He deliberately married extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Beauties and when each of them gave him 13 extremely beautiful daughters, he divorced them.
“This divorce is necessary.” He told them, “Yet, none of you would have to face any financial problem, if you still work for me.”
“Work for you?”
“Of course. You don’t think I am such an oppressor that I’d take as much as thirteen extremely beautiful daughters from each of you , and leave you to wander here and there to die ultimately begging.”
“What do you mean?”
“In this Land of Kāmsūtr we can’t win ever if we don’t have enough Womanpower with us.”
“Allah, you mean—”
“Yes! The Shiåās are trying their best, frantically, to win the eversexiest Hindus to their side. The British are bringing their utmost beautiful White Beauties to keep watch on powerful and capable Hindus. They deliberately send them to the powerful and capable Hindus. How can we win if we too don’t keep our own agents there?”
“Agents or concubines?” Salmah thundered at his ex husband.
Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled at his ex wife.
“Salmah darling, there’s no other way to keep Balance of power in our side. Hindus cannot be controlled in any other way. They are the sexiest males I’ve seen ever.”
“As far as their being sexiest males, I agree with the Maulānah, Salmah.” Zamurrad said, “They worship the ‘Sexual Organs In Action’, calling them ‘Shiv Ling Vigrah’ ‘The Penis Benevolent Gripped Optimum.’ Allah, I can’t believe the utter shamelessness.”
“They are the Pagans, darling.”Maulānah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled at his four extremely beautiful ex wives.
“And you are planning to give our Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Beauties to them for their sexual enjoyment? Shame on you.”
“It’s Al Jihad.”
“Nonsense!”
“Al Jihad fī Sabīlillāh.”
“Al Jihad fil Ħukūmat.” Salmah said scornfully.
“Even then, don’t you really want to defeat the ever cheating British? They came to India in the commercial disguise, cheated us Musalmeen and thrown us out of power everywhere. Don’t you think we Musalmeen should punish them for their historical cheating of us?”
“By converting our Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Beauties into concubines of Hindus?” Salmah said scornfully once again, “No. Never.”
“Everything is fair in love and war.”
“I hate you.”***
Richardson observed himself in the mirror,
“We’ve different problem here in Biŧhoor.”
Lily smiled at him,
“And what’s that, if I may ask?”
“Have you joined Baji Rao’s ravenous sexual orgies?”
“Of course.” Lily smiled, “And you are quite right. Most of the Beauties join Baji Rao’s those ravenous sexual orgies, are Musalmān Beauties.”
“Sunni Musalmān Beauties or Shiåā Musalmān Beauties?”
“Both.” Lily winked at Richardson impishly, “In fact they constantly try to outnumber each other.”
“God!”
“The Sunni Musalmān Beauties try to outnumber Shiåā Musalmān Beauties.” Lily was still smiling impishly, “And the Shiåā Musalmān Beauties try to outnumber Sunni Musalmān Beauties, adding thus more and more Musalmān Beauties everyday in his sexual orgies.
“Can’t we make it a question of religious self respect to the Musalmān subject of Baji Rao?”
“He has already thought of that, Richardson. He is keeping Imām Saåīd Muħammad in the front to cool of Musalmeen. Most of Baji Rao’s wives, beloveds, women and even concubines are extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties. Understand? He is not confronting with us British without any proper preparation. ” Lily smiled, “Watch your every step before doing anything against Baji Rao here at Biŧhoor.”
Richardson smiled shrewdly,
“That’s why you are there.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“You opposed when I suggested that East India Company must try to bring Shiåā Musalmān Beauties here more and more from Iran.” Richardson smiled.
“Well, I didn’t know Sunni Musalmān are so crazy in opposing Shiåā Musalmān that they would send their own womankind even, in these sexual orgies of Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD.”
“Communalism does wonders, darling.”
“Yes, I can see it now.” Lily said, “How many attempts I did to bring the Sunni Musalmān Beauties to these sexual orgies before, but I could not succeed. And as soon as the Shiåā Musalmān Beauties started to join the sexual orgies of Baji Rao II, 1775–1851 AD, Sunni Musalmān Beauties were suddenly started to flood there too, to outnumber them.”
“Sunni Musalmān and Shiåā Musalmān can never stop to fight for keeping balance of power to their own side.” Richardson laughed.
Lily laughed too.
“Yet, Baji Rao is a shrewd Peshwa.” she sighed.
“He is not Peshwa anymore.” Richardson retorted, “Don’t call him Peshwa, if even his subject call him so. They are the only persons who do so.”
“Well, why not?” Lily looked at Richardson astutely, “I’m one of the British ladies who don’t like the company behavior with Hindus. We want to compensate Hindus for the British misdemeanor.”
Richardson laughed.
He came to her and sat down on a sofa chair, in front of Lily.
“Do they really believe that nonsense?”
“The Hindus are very much proud of their Uncut Hindu Penis, their Hindu sexology, Kaam Sootr by Brahmarshi Lord Vaatsyaayan, Anangrang, Rati Rahasy’, Naagar Sarvasvam, Rati Manjaree, and even Tantrs, an Upved of Atharv Ved.”
“I know, I know.” Richardson laughed, “So you play the part that you are rapacious for their Uncut Hindu Penis and wild Hindu Sex Kicks?”
“That’s the easiest way to fool Hindus.”
“What do you mean?”
“Can’t we have the Musalmeen too?”
“Not in this way.”
“Why not? Are Musalmeen impotents?”
“Not all of them. Yet, they have so many sex taboos.”
“Yes, I think so too.”
“They have Prophet Joseph as their role model, not Kr’shñ.”****
Imām Saåīd Muħammad was not surprised, even in the least, when he was informed that Richardson had come to visit him.
“You are most welcome, my lord.” He greeted him gravely, “It’s certainly an unexpected honor.”
“I wanted to meet you Imām Sāħab! As soon as I assumed the charge of Biŧhoor here.”
“I can understand my lord.” Imām Saåīd Muħammad smiled at him patiently, “There are administrative compulsions.”
“That’s so much understanding of you, Imām Sāħab! I’m grateful to you.”
Imām Saåīd Muħammad was not even a bit deceived by this flattery of Richardson.
He knew very well Richardson from his Pune days.
After the death of Phađnavīs in 1800, the Maratha leaders Yashwantrao Holkar of Indore and Daulat Rao Sindhia of Gwalior contested for control of the empire.
Their rivalry made its way to Pune, seat of the Peshwa.
Holkar ultimately triumphed, and Baji Rao fled west to Bombay in September 1802 to seek the willing hands of the British who were waiting for this opportunity with great patience.
There, he concluded the Treaty of Bassein in December 1802, in which the British agreed to reinstate Baji Rao in return for the Marathas allowing British troops in Maratha territory and paying for their maintenance, and acceptance of a British political agent, Resident, at Pune.
Richardson was the shrewd politician of East India Company, who was the intermediary.
Imām Saåīd Muħammad himself had done the negotiations on behalf of Baji Rao.
“I’ve come to deliver some good news to you, your highness.” Richardson came to the point ultimately.
“That’s very considerate of you, my lord.” Imām Saåīd Muħammad smiled at him politely, “Yet, if you remember, I’d requested my lord, not to address me ‘your highness’ ever.”
“It’s very polite of you, your highness.” Richardson said gravely, “Yet, I can’t forget I’d recommended you originally for the Peshwa of Pune.”
“I’m grateful to you, my lord. Yet Baji Rao are my elder brother.”
“So what?”
“Our father, Late Peshwa, Raghunāth Rao, had so many wives, I’d already told you.”
“Yes, yes, I remember.”
“My Ammī was not his Chief Queen.”
“Yes, I know. Your maternal grandpa, Navāb Buland Akħtar, fought for the honor of your Ammī, Bégum Islam Maħal.”
“Well, he did it on his own self. Ammī Bégum never appreciated it.”
“It does not make you less important, my dear friend.”
Imām Saåīd Muħammad watched Richardson gravely.
He knew, Richardson was trying his best to teach him the lesson of selfishness against Baji Rao, ab initio.
His Ammī, Bégum Islam Maħal had instructed him strictly,
“Saåīd, we Musalmeen don’t have a proud history in loyalty. On this or that pretext, the politicians have always succeeded us Musalmeen to betray our Hindu relations. I don’t want it from my own son.”
“Don’t worry, Ammī Ħuzoor, I’m your son.”
“That’s right. But you are a Musalmān too.”
“So what? My father was a liberal Monotheist Hindu.”
“That’s why he allowed you to remain in Islamic faith as you wanted, despite so many objections from his courtpersons.”
“I understand Ammī.”
“I’m sorry to say that your maternal grandpa, my Abbū, Navāb Buland Akħtar wanted to make Pune an Islamic state.”
“Ammī!”
“I thought he was a liberal Musalmān that he allowed me to marry your father, Raghunāth Rao. No, he was not. He wanted to snatch away Pune from the Marāŧhās, the Hindus.”
“Why did he want it, Ammī?”
“The Musalmeen want it from him.”
“But why?”
“Because, we Musalmeen think Hindus are not worthy to rule anywhere.”
“And what about Hindus?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do Hindus think about it?”
“Well, Hindus practice religious democracy.”
“Why don’t we Musalmeen too, Ammī?”
“Well, basically, Islam wants us Musalmeen too to practice it, but Yazīd Malåūn counter revolted against Islam .”
“And he succeeded?”
“Yes, he conspired with the Burdāfarosh persons.” Bégum Islam Maħal said gravely, “Qabl-e-Islam , the economy of Årab was oriented largely on Burdāfaroshī. One Årab qabīlah used to attack on another Årab qabīlah and used to kidnap its extremely beautiful girls and women.”
“Allah!”
“Saåīd, we can’t understand it today very well, but actually it was their compulsion.”
“Ammī, are you defending the qabl-e-Islam Årab jāhil kidnappers and looters?”
“Never, darling. I’m trying to explain you why they did it.”
“Their brutality and ruthlessness, actually their inhumanity to be honest, cannot be justified, Ammī Ħuzoor.”
“Never jump to the conclusion, Saåīd.”
“They attacked each other. They kidnapped the Beauties of each other and sold them here in India. Didn’t they?”
“Yes, my son, but—”
“Gradually, the Årab qabāil themselves started to bring their Beauties to India and sell them here. Why India? Because it had enormous wealth and resources then. It was called ‘Soné kī chiđiyā’, a Golden Bird.”
“You are right, my son.”
“Actually, we are ‘Soné kī chiđiyā’, a Golden Bird, even nowadays. Are we not?”
Bégum Islam Maħal smiled,
“Why not? Why not? Of course, we are ‘Soné kī chiđiyā’, a Golden Bird, even nowadays. I can see my son is a proud Indian, as well as he is a proud Musalmān.”
“Well, Ammī, I think Mughal Samrāŧ, Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar was too a proud Indian, as well as a proud Musalmān.”
“Well, some of the Musalmeen don’t think so.”
“Why Ammī?” Imām Saåīd Muħammad was astonished very much.
“He invented ‘Dīn-e-Ilāhī’. The Sunnīs and Shiåās, both argue how a new religion inventor could be a Musalmān.”
“Well, what do you say?”
“I think he was a real Musalmān and a real Monotheist Hindu, both.”
“Great, Ammī.”
“Thank you, my son.”
“We were talking of Årab jāhils, Årab Ignorants, I mean. ” Imām Saåīd Muħammad resumed the subject, “They started to sell their own Beauties gradually. After some time, even the Årab Beauties realized they would be sold to Hindus either by their own qabīlahs or by their opponents, but they would be sold nevertheless. It was their destiny they were incapable to fight against. So, ultimately, they decided to contact their purchasers themselves.”
“That’s right.”
“They surrendered to their sales. They started to sell themselves on their own terms and conditions.
“That’s right.”
“It was continued shamelessly till Islam . Ħuzoors tried to stop it. After him, Kħulfa-e-rāshidīn too tried to stop it, but the Årab economy was based mainly on it. So, it was continued clandestinely behind the curtains. It was more sinister now. Qabl-e-Islam it was the sale of Årab jāhil Beauties. Now, it was the sale of Musalmān Beauties. Naturally, neither Ħuzoors could neglect it, nor Kħulfa-e-rāshidīn. Yet, the Årab economy was still dependent on it. The Årabs were not ready to leave the easy remedy to their practical problems. It provided the clandestine background for counter-revolution. It succeeded when Yazīd Malåūn surrendered to it, and conspired with old Årab Burdāfaroshs. After that, it is a most shameful history for Musalmeen. The so called Musalmeen kidnapped the Musalmān Beauties from all over the Åālam-e-Islamī, and continued to sell them to capable Hindus.”
Raghunāth Rao looked at Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II,
“I can’t change my religion, Nizamuddaulah.”
“I can understand your siyāsī, your political compulsion, Shrīmant, yet you should also understand the same of mine.”
“Nizamuddaulah!”
“You have to rule a Hindu majority state, so you have to keep your religion. I have to justify to my Musalmān majority realm why I have to help you.”
“Nizamuddaulah!”
“Bhāījān is right, Shrīmant.” Ānandinī interfered.
Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II looked at her paternal cousin, Ānandinī.
One of his father’s so many sisters was married to Raghu Mahadev of Guhgarh.
Jabeen Ārah, his Buā Ħazrat, did her best what she could do at Guhgarh.
Her daughter, Ānandinī, was her duplicate, in not only extremely beautiful face and body, but she even outexcelled her Ammī, Jabeen Ārah, his Buā Ħazrat, in political conspiracies and diplomacy.
Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II was glad that she managed to bring her husband, Raghunāth Rao, to him.
It was the time Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II, was waiting for.
After Bachhalyās perhaps the Marāŧhās were the shrewdest administrators in Hindus.
Rājpoots were fools.
They were easily exploited.
Even Mahārāñā Pratāp was not as brilliant as he was thought by Hindus.
Even the Mullahs and Maulavīs of his time, were successful in keeping him away from Mughal Samrāŧ, Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar.
Mān Singh did his best to bring Mahārāñā Pratāp and Mughal Samrāŧ, Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar together.
But the network of the Mullahs and Maulavīs of his time was more powerful.
They were fighting a holy war, a Jihād, against the murattid, Mughal Samrāŧ, Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar.
He lost his faith in Islam, practically, when Samrāŧ Hémchandr Vikramāditý was killed by Bairam Khan.
It was always doubted that Humayu was not his real father.
Instead, his father was a Hindu king, then ruler of Amarkot, who gave refuge to Humayu and his newly wedded wife, Ħamīdah Bano Bégum.
It was rumored that Humayu left his wife at Amarkot, for the sake of convenience, and fled from Shershah Suri here and there.
Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II smiled,
“Shrīmant, our sister, Ānandinī, says, ‘you don’t have too many fighters with you.”
“She is right.” Raghunāth Rao observed Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II cunningly, “I’m sorry to admit the cold and hard fact, Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II, that we Hindus are better lovers and you Musalmeen are better fighters in the battle field.”
“Yet, we Musalmeen could not win the entire India till now.”
“Nizamuddaulah!”
“What we Musalmeen win in the battle fields, we lose on our beds, even more.”
“What do you want to say?”
“The states we Musalmeen win in the battle fields, when come under our administration, the Hindus of them are invited on our beds in a large number, by our Musalmān widows, and by our Musalmān wives even, as Hindus are better lovers on the bed than us Musalmeen.”
Raghunāth Rao smiled shrewdly.
He understood quite well what Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II was saying.
He understood too, quite well, what Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II was going to propose ultimately.
Bégum Imām Ārah, one of the numerous extremely beautiful bégums of Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II, smiled seductively at Peshwa Raghunāth Rao,
“Hindu Nandoī Shrī,” Bégum Imām Ārah almost winked, “Our Nanad Dīdī, Ānandinī Raghu Mahadev Oake, tells us the Hindus outexcel Musalmeen in jinsiyāt, in sex, due to Kaam Sootr by Brahmarshi Lord Vaatsyaayan, Anangrang, Rati Rahasy’, Naagar Sarvasvam, Rati Manjaree, and even Tantrs, an Upved of Atharv Ved. Is it right?”
Raghunāth Rao was astonished.
He could not believe a wife was asking this question in the very presence of her own husband, Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II.
Strange!
Wasn’t it?
Yet true.
He could not deny it.
Were Musalmeen better only on the battlefields?
Not even in their own households?
He had to do immense efforts not to look at Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II.
He smiled,
“Of course, it is true, Bhābhī Bégum. We Hindus and Musalmeen differ only in our faith and practices. Physically, we are same.”
“Hindu Nandoī Shrī, don’t be so polite.” Bégum Imām Ārah winked at him now more seductively and more openly.
Raghunāth Rao was dumb founded,
“Bhābhī Bégum, it’s true.”
“No, it’s not true, Hindu Nandoī Shrī. Ask your Sālé Miyān, Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II. You Hindus and these Musalmeen are even physically different. The Musalmeen lack something physically too, you Hindus don’t.”
Now, even Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II was stunned.
“Bégum!” He admonished his extremely beautiful Musalmān wife curtly.
“Am I wrong, “Nizamuddaulah?”
“You must not refer to that even if you are right.”
“Even if I’m right? What do you mean Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II? The Musalmeen cut their ajo physically. Don’t they? And Hindus don’t. Isn’t it true that Hindus have something more, even physically, than Musalmeen?”
“Imām Ārah,” Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II said curtly, “it is necessary not be eversexy to meet Sunnat-e-Islam , to meet Sunnat-e-Nabvīs.”
“Not to be eversexy as Hindus are?” Bégum Imām Ārah laughed politely yet significantly.
Now Ānandinī could not control herself,
“Bhābhī Bégum, what are you after? Want to snatch away my Hindu husband?”
“If it is possible.”Bégum Imām Ārah laughed melodiously.
“Nonsense!” Nizam-ul-mulk, Ålī Kħān Āsaf Jāh II was angry.
“Okay, let your sister give him to us on lease.”
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More Untold History from DSM Satyarthi:
1. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-2
2. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-3
3. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-4
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2. More On Hinduism
3. On Islam
4. On History
6. Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3
7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4
8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2
19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2
30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3
31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4
32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1
33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4
34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3
35. Saamved: Mantr 1
36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1
37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10
38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik
39. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
40. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3
41. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4
42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6
43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6
44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7
45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8
46. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
47. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
48.Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest
88. Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession
91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued
92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued
93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession
94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
113. The everincreasing infinite lust
114. The women in my life
115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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