Executive Summary

God creates people in pairs: men and women.

This much the scientists know and can discern.

What they don’t know nor seem to understand is that for each man, God creates a specific woman from his rib.

All women are clones & copies but it’s hard for scientists to see.

For the sake of convenience, I call these pairs SOULMATES.

Now if a man shows lust in (marries) strange flesh, someone else’s wife (soulmate), then he in effect has divorced his “wife” (his soulmate) and forced her to fornicate (marry strange flesh.)

And anyone marrying that “divorced wife” will also be committing fornication.

This website proposes the following obvious solution:

Men, stop showing lust in strange flesh and only seek your soulmate.

Women: keep strange men away and wait for your soulmate.

Stop showing your assets, wearing make up & stuff to lure strange flesh.

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Executive Summary

The Fright Night

After giving birth to our daughter in late August, 2009, my wife restarted her ill treatment and uncalled-for insults, despite her promises to stop them when she realized she was with child.

I bought 10 tabs of Motilium to prevent vomiting and then consumed all 61 tabs of pain-killers and anti-deppressants that I had in my house and went to sleep.

I felt as if someone was secretly watching me but nothing mattered anymore.

Then when the clock struck midnight, God sent Michael to kill my wife for her cruelty. A great fear fell upon my wife and she arose from sleep.

She changed her clothes and our children’s and awoke me from sleep and we went out and God sent a taxi at that late time to our small street in Rawalpindi.

She rushed me to the ER of Islamabad Complex Hospital.

I only remember hearing someone telling me “Drink this”. I took a sip of that stupid liquid and immediately felt the urge to throw up.

I arose and emptied my stomach on the floor.

Then I woke up.

I saw a doctor holding a bowel who shouted “Wait!” But he was too late.

I looked around in disbelief and asked him where I was and where my family was.

He then knew I had actually been fast asleep until I threw up and wondered about it.

My wife was at the door, listening, and she entered the ER with our two children.

I was feeling dizzy and I laid back for a few more minutes then I asked my wife where I was and how come I was dressed and how could she carry a 109 kg (240 lbs) crocodile to hospital.

She told me she thought she had awakened me and everyone else also thought I was awoke.

She had given me clothes to wear and I had changed as if I were awoke.

She looked at me with disbelief but it was not the first time she was fooled by my strange sleep.

I took her and the children to Pizza Hut to thank my God whose name is The Lord.

Until this day, she has not forgotten that fright night when God sent His mighty angel in order to kill her.

She blames me for being insane and trying to kill myself (instead of beating her — the normal, expected behavior of husbands in Pakistan.)

The Fright Night

سر قومي عاد وثمود المجهولين

عندما رزقنا بطفلنا الثاني، كانت إبنة فسألت زوجتي أن تقترح إسما لها. فقالت “أحب الأسماء إلي هو ‘أسمى’ ولكن أخوك قد سمى إبنته بذلك الإسم. وبعد ‘أسمى’ فإن ‘إرم’ أحب الأسماء إلي.”

فقلت لها “ولكن أليس ‘إرم’ مدينة قوم عاد التي دمرها الله؟”

فقالت زوجتي “إذا فما رأيك في إسم ‘آسية’، لإنني أحبه؟‎‏”

كنت أعرف معنى “آسية” فقلت لها “هذا إسم جميل وهو من أصل يوناني ومعناه ‘مرحبا’. سيدنا آدم كان يونانيا وسمى تركيا بذلك الإسم لأنها رحبت إبنه ‘قابيل’.”

وبذلك إتفقنا على تسمية إبنتنا “آسية”.‏

ولكن بعد أيام تذكرت كتيب زوجتي الذي يحتوي على الأسماء الإسلامية وبحثت عن معنى إسم “إرم” لأنني احترت لماذا يسمي الباكستانيون بناتهم بذلك الإسم المريب.

وعندها أصبت بصدمة لكون “إرم” من أصل فارسي ومعناه “حدائق‎‏”!‏

أخبرت زوجتي تلك الحقيقة وسمينا إبنتنا “آسية إرم”.

والآن فلنقرأ آيات سورة الفجر لنرى إن كانت هذه المعلومة الجديدة تشرح ما تعنيه الآيات أيضا أم لا:

“ألم تر كيف فعل ربك بعاد؟ حدائق ذات العماد. التي لم يخلق مثلها في البلاد!”

‏‎حدائق بابليون المعلقة!

فعلا فهي من عجائب الدنيا السبع وليس لها نظير في البلاد!

وبفضل إبنتي وزوجتي إستطعت حل لغز قومي عاد وثمود المذكورين مرارا وتكرارا في القرآن دون أن يستطيع علماء المسلمين بحث مدنهم أو أي أثر لها وأصبحت تلك الأقوام سبب إحراج شديد لكافة المسلمين بسبب إتهام الناس لهم بإلإيمان بالأساطير الكاذبة.

و فعلا فإن إمبراطورية بابليون يعتبرها علماء اليهود والنصارى منبع السحر (تحريف الدين) وجميع الخبائث والقرآن أيضا يؤكد أن مدينة بابل هي أصل السحر.

أقترح عليكم الإستماع إلى أغنية بوني إيم “أنهار بابليون”
Rivers of Babylon

ولكن القرآن يخلط بين قصة دمار قومي عاد وثمود. ولكنها تعني بابليون في جنوب العراق والامبراطورية الآرية في شمال العراق. وكلاهما كانتا إمبراطوريتان إسلاميتان شريرتان.

عدا هذا الخلط في الأسماء وقصتي الدمار، فإن القرآن أيضا يذكر ناقة عظيمة في قصة قوم ثمود. طبعا تلك أكذوبة فاضحة القصد منها تنبيه القارئ إلى وجود أخطاء و أكاذيب.

والآن دعوني أخبركم بعض حكم الله التي لا نفهمها في وقتها.

عندما رزق أخي الأكبر بإبنته الثانية في عام 1997م، طلب منا إقتراح إسم لها. إقترحت أختي الصغرى إسم “مها” ولكنني إعترضت بشدة على ذلك الإسم المشؤوم واقترحت إسم “أسمى” لكونه إسما نبيلا يليق بإبنة.

فبسب ما قمت به من أجل إبنة في عام 97م، احتارت زوجتي في تسمية إبنتنا في عام 2009م وبسبب حيرتها، فهمت لغز عاد وثمود!

أليست حكم الله مستحيلة فهمها ما لم يرد الله؟

سر قومي عاد وثمود المجهولين

قرآن کے حروف مقطعہ کا راز

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قرآن شریف کی 29 سورتیں حروف مقطعہ سے شروع ہوتی ہیں. ان حروف کو اگر چہ ہم ملا کر لکھتے ہیں لیکن انہیں هم جدا، جدا پڑھتے ہیں.

آپ کی آسانی کے لئے میں یہاں دو سورتوں کی مثالیں پیش کرتا ہوں:

“الم (1) ذلک الکتاب لا ریب فیه، هدی للمتقین (2)”

ترجمہ: “الم (1) وه کتاب اس میں کوئی شبہہ نهیں، ہدایت ہے پرہیز گاروں کے لئے (2)”

یہ سورۂ بقره کی پہلی دو آئتیں ہیں.

“یس (1) والقرآن الحکیم (2) انک لمن المرسلین(3)”

ترجمہ: یس (1) قسم با حکمت قرآن کی (2) بے شک آپ پیغمبروں میں سے ہیں (3).

یہ سورۂ یاسین کی پہلی 3 آئتیں ہیں.

پچھلے چودہ سو سال سے ان گنت لوگوں نے قرآن شریف کو اربوں بار پڑھا ہے لیکن آج تک کسی کی سمجھ میں نہ آسکا کہ قرآن کی 29 سورتوں کے شروع میں موجود ان حروف کا راز کیا ہے.

مسلمان علما‌‌ء کے علاوہ مغرب کے بھی کئی علماء نے کوشش کی ان حروف کے راز کو جاننے کی مگر وه سب بھی ناکام رہے.

اکثر پاکستانی ان کی لوح قرآنی کے نام سے تختیاں بناتے ہیں اور انہیں جادوئی منتر کے طور پر استعمال کرتے ہیں تاکہ دکان، کاروبار میں برکت حاصل ہو اور اس طرح وه قرآن کی تضحیک اور توہین کرتے ہیں، اس کا غلط استعمال کر کے.

جب میں سعودی عرب میں جیل گیا (کچھ عریانی فلموں کو درآمد کرنے کے جرم میں) تب میں نے قرآن کو سمجھنے کی کوشش کی جس کے باعث میں جیل پہنچا تھا.

ایک روز میں جیل کے سکون میں قرآن شریف پڑھ رہا تھا کہ ایک فرشتہ آیا اور اس نے میرے دل میں کہا “یہ تو میں نے ان حروف کی قسم کھائی ہے”!

میں نے اپنا سکوں برقرار رکھا اور قرآن کی پڑھائی جاری رکھی تاکہ دیکھوں کیا واقعی یہ اسی خدا کی طرف سے وحی ہے جس نے یہ قرآن نازل کیا تھا یا یہ محض میرا ایک خیال ہے جو جھوٹا ثابت ہوتا ہے.

اگر یہ بات ساری 29 سورتوں میں ذکر کیے گئے حروف مقطعہ پر سچ ثابت ہوتی ہے تب تو یہ خدا کی طرف سے ایک سچ ہے ورنہ یہ انسانوں کے جھوٹون میں سے ایک جھوث ہے جس طرح کے جھوث ہم ہر جمعہ کی تقریر میں سنتے ہیں.

اب میں صرف مذکورہ بالا دو سورتوں کو پھر سے پڑھتا ہوں:‏

سورۂ بقره: الف کی قسم، لام کی قسم اور میم کی قسم، وه کتاب اس میں کوئی شبہہ نہیں، ہدایت ہے پرہیز گاروں کے لئے.

سورۂ یاسین: یاء کی قسم، سین کی قسم، با حکمت قرآن کی قسم، بے شک آپ پیغمبروں میں سے ہیں.

اب کیا دنیا والے نہیں جانتے کہ یہ تو عربوں کی عادت ہے کہ وه ہر بات بے بات پر قسم کھاتے ہیں؟ کیا قرآن میں خدا نے ہر طرح کی چیزوں کی قسم نہیں کھائی؟ پھر یہ کونسی ایسی اچھنبے والی بات ہے کہ خدا نے کچھ حروف کی بھی قسم کھائی ہے؟

لیکن تاکہ آپ کو پتہ چلے کہ یہ قرآن خدا نے نازل کیا ہے اور جو بات خدا نے ہمیں نہیں بتائی وه ہم اپنی عقل سے ہرگز نہیں سمجھ سکتے.

لیکن جب خدا نے مجھے یہ بات بتائی تو مجھ ناچیز کو پتہ چل گیا اور آج میں آپ لوگوں کو بھی بتلا رہا ہوں اور اگر باقی مانده 27 سورتوں میں سے آپ کو کوئی ایک بھی سورت میں یہ بات سچ نہ لگے تو پھر یہ محض ایک جھوٹ ہے.

اب میں ایک اور وحی کا تذکرہ کرتا چلوں.

کیا سورۂ بقره یہودیوں کے ایک واقعہ سے منسوب نہیں؟

تو اس سورت کے شروع میں “وه کتاب” سے مراد قرآن نہیں بلکہ بائبل (مقدس کتاب) ہے. کیونکہ قرآن تو شیطانی آیتوں سے بھر پڑا ہے اور اس کو پڑھنے سے پہلے شیطان سے خدا کی پناہ مانگنے کا قرآن حکم دیتا ہے پر یہودی، عیسائیوں کی مقدس کتاب میں شبہہ والی کوئی بات نہیں.

میں مقدس کتاب کا سن 2001 سے مطالعہ کر رہا ہوں اور گواہی دیتا ہوں کہ یہ قرآن نے سچ بولا ہے.

مگر آپ میری باتوں پر نہ جائیں اور خود مقدس کتاب کا مطالعہ کریں اور اپنی آنکھوں سے دیکھیں آیا میں نے قرآن کو صحیح سمجھا ہے اور قرآن نے سچ بولا ہے یا کوئی گڑبڑ ہے.

قرآن کے حروف مقطعہ کا راز

My Promised Girl – Part II

This memoir of a Promise of God starts from  My Cinderella.  Kindly start from there. Thanks.

But as was prophesied in the Pornographic dream, God saved me from the two beautiful, young and hot virgin sisters.

Anyway you see it, that f*uk trip to Murree was an Eve-less, stupid idea. Had I slept with the sisters, would that have helped anyone of the 3 sisters?

No.

That’s why it’s necessary for us, men, to listen to our women AND OBEY!

Or you’ll end up like Terminator T-800 in the 1984 movie!

But before you judge my dear Uncle, know that he was under immense pressure from Safia and under similar circumstances, you’ll do this and even worse.

Now when my Uncle returned back from Karachi, I requested an audience with him to make a proposal…

And God found it prudent to make another perplexing move.

On the eve of our important meeting, I first received an evil spirit who told me Saima and my Uncle were both being dishonest with me and they believed I was a fool.

I decided to call off the meeting and go home.

“No. You shall proceed with your plans, regardless”!, said God.

His ways baffle me!

Thus, at the meeting, we both were prepared, each in his own way.

At the outset, I made it clear that this wasn’t about engagement but a marriage proposal.

My Uncle advised me not to name a girl and take a couple months to make up my mind.

I used to confuse Saima’s name with Memona’s.

That tricky, playful Saima!

It’s not easy to mingle with girls in conservative Pakistan. But that’s not an excuse for my foolish confusion of my cousin’s name with whom I was playing the game of love.

I was a fool lost in a world of giants and I could use some help.

My uncle’s wife noticed my hesitantion and helped me out by mentioning Saima’s name.

A girl may play stupid tricks but I could trust a mother, I knew.

She poor was sitting on the floor beside her husband like a good bitch.

Her father’s ways with her mother made Safia hate Eve-less, patriarchal Pakistan.

I thanked my uncle’s wife and told her what a great burden she had lifted off my chest.

Hearing Saima’s name, my uncle advised me again to take it easy, think it over and then decide with a rational mind.

He graciously informed me that he was in no hurry.

But I was.

I said “I have given you my word and my words are final.

A mountain would move from its place, a river would change its course and a lightening bolt would return to heaven but my words will not change.”

I had borrowed these thunderous words from the Bollywood movie, Sanam Be Wafa (Dishonest Lover).

But I was not too off the mark.

In Bible, God says “The heaven and earth will pass but My words will not pass away.”

My uncle felt scared by my emotional resolve but he didn’t lose his cool.

He thought of putting an impossible condition and asked me to bring at least two brothers to the wedding party.

He knew that wasn’t gonna happen as all my brothers were against that marriage, I had foolishly cared to inform him first thing on my arrival.

Let’s say I take pride in being a fool because my God is a Lord.

We can’t be wise and claim to follow God all at the same time.

The Bible says “My wisdom is a folly in the sight of the world” and “He catches the wise in his own craftiness.”

Or as Isaiah writes, “My thoughts are not your thoughts. Neither your ways are My ways. For as heaven is higher than earth, so My thoughts and My ways are higher than your thoughts and your ways.”

Thus the meeting was over.

My uncle later suggested July-August for holding the wedding party, since my brothers used to visit Pakistan during that time.

My good Uncle thought a deadline would add to my stress and…

I accepted his impossible challenge.

With me, no challenge goes unanswered.

On my last night at uncle’s, I told Safia, while all others were present and listening, “There’s going to be a war over my marriage.”

She countered, “No, there’s nothing wrong and we’re all happy. I’m happy, OK?”

I insisted “Oh, yes there’ll be a war and you too will fight but it’ll all pass and we’ll later enjoy its memories.”

When it came time for my departure back to Karachi, my uncle dropped me at the train station… and took Safia with him.

When I was seated with my aunt in the train, he looked at Safia who was standing on the platform and said “There are no conditions there, OK?”

I knew there were no conditions there.

Wide was the road that led to being patriarchal in Pakistan.

But what about women?

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My Promised Girl – Part II

My Promised Girl – Part I

In case you have not done already, kindly read the 2-part post My Cinderella first. Thanks.

If you tell the world that you broke glass using a stone because you had the power of the Holy Spirit, then how will they know that you’re telling the truth?

They’ll not disbelieve because they’re evil but they’ll not believe simply because anyone can break glass using a stone.

There’s nothing strange about that. There’s no need to have Godly powers to do usual stuff, is there?

But if you can break a solid rock using a fragile glass, then people will be shocked and believe because only God can do such a thing.

Now I was a Muslim and had little knowledge of God when God promised me a girl when I went to jail in late 1997.

I didn’t know God was going to first make it impossible for me to marry her so that when I’ll marry her, regardless, people will know my God is a Lord.

Hence, when God’s angel came to me in December 2000, asking me to visit my elder uncle, Irshad, in Rawalpindi because there was a good chance that he was going to help me marry a Pashtu-like girl, He had first made it impossible.

Uncle’s eldest daughter, Safia, hated evil, patriarchal Pakistan and was in a hurry to immigrate to some advanced country who show more respect of women.

She was in a hurry and she was desperate.

She made several dangerous attempts, risking herself but failed.

She even attempted suicide but was rescued.

On one beautiful day, she told her father that he needed a second honey-moon and he liked her idea and went shopping with his wife!

She then went upstairs, scaled the 6-feet wall and jumped some 12 feet below on neighbor’s roof.

Her parents had locked the front door from outside and had asked all her 4 siblings to keep watch over her lest she makes another attempt at suicide.

But she knew a loophole and had carefully planned to manipulate it to run away to an immigration agent or a human trafficker — we don’t know.

She sustained a fracture in her right ankle but that was hardly a problem.

But the damn door… the neighbor’s door of the stairs was locked.

It was never locked but someone really stupid had locked it on that day.

She double checked the damn door in total disbelief.

It was not stuck, it was locked.

With fractured ankle, she didn’t quite feel in mood to jump another 12 feet to the street.

After careful assessment of the situation, she gave up and knocked on the damn door.

The neighbors were shocked to meet a guest from skies but they knew enough of her stories.

They gave her some first aid while discreetly calling her father’s cellular.

Hence, at my arrival, Safia, her father’s firstborn had taken her father’s “anxiety & worries” to a whole new level.

Understandably, he received the news of my arrival with a great sigh of relief.

He had known me from childhood as an extremely obedient nephew.

Nothing could go wrong anymore. I was God-sent, he was sure.

That’s why he aggressively wanted me to marry Safia.

But his wife and his second daughter, Saima, disagreed.

Man, will we ever understand women?

God was with women, not men, as usual.

That’s what the Terminator T-800 learned the hard way. But learn he did.

But even if you obey God, it’s still impossible to understand His ways.

Therefore, on the third day of my arrival, I had an evil dream.

I saw my stern boss, Sheridah, had locked me in a room with two cute boys. He wanted me to Sodomize them.

I was unable to control myself and almost kissed one of them when I remembered God and asked Him for help and He woke me up.

Phew, that was some nightmare!

I thanked God for saving me from morally-depraved dream but I still had ejaculated out of divine pornography & masturbation.

It was damn cold in Rawalpindi for me and I was wearing dark pajamas so I went back to sleep and changed in the morning.

My wife told me after marriage how everyone had known my little secret that night!

Damn, it’s hard to keep secrets in Pakistan and I’m a careless guy who doesn’t feel ashamed.

My uncle decided to put that weakpoint to good use.

He went to Karachi while his wife offered me a few nights with the other two damsels in nearby Murree — something very unusual in conservative Pakistan.

Since I and Saima were trying to develop our love story, this f*ck trip was our nightmare come true!

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My Promised Girl – Part I

My Cinderella – 2/2

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Nuzhat gave the ring to her mother and then to her maid-child but it won’t fit any finger.

On the Eid morning, I wrote notes on the cards with the help of my jolly uncle and I put that I LOVE YOU card behind Saima’s Happy Eid card.

In case it was a trap, I could always say it was a mistake and avoid a free-yet-well-deserved slap.

But Saima noticed that second card in the envelop, nodded with her head and smiled.

The Sanhedrin informed Uncle Irshad of his plans going off-track because of Saima’s successful luring plans of his gullible nephew.

He told me he had to go to Karachi for some urgent business and he asked me to wait for him.

As soon as he left, his wife asked me to visit Murree and spend some nights with the girls!

Dating and pre-marital sex is considered a taboo and a sin in Pakistan.

I noticed Saima wasn’t going… Safia and Memona were!

Even Aunt Qudsia was also going.

That reeked of a conspiracy.

I told Saima I wasn’t going to spend any nights with no girls and was going to return before nightfall as a proof.

She kept her eerie silence and seemed not to give a damn.

I believe everybody had known about my night-time ejaculation because I had not had an opportunity to masturbate since three days.

They thought I was a sex monster. Am I?

Right before reaching Murree, Memona touched me with her leg.

She was sitting beside me and thought it nice to tell me she was on fire. I immediately pulled my leg away because I thought she was 17 and a minor. Besides, hot damsels scare me.

We went downhill on a jogging track and reached the bottom after an hour, during which I took some snaps of the girls and we plucked some flowers, too.

As we reached the end of the track, Memona suggested going back uphill.

I said “It’ll take us more than an hour to go back uphill and it’s getting late.”

“No, it won’t take even half an hour”, she corrected.

“Oh, that! Yes, that won’t take that long, will it?” “But why Saima was silent & unhappy?” I pondered in my heart.

I pulled out my damn ring and gave it to Safia. It won’t fit any of her many fingers.

Then Memona grabbed that ring and tried it on her slim fingers but it fit none. Her fingers were either a little too slim or a little too thick for my ring.

Saima had confused me by her total lack of interest in my trip to Murree.

But that cheap ring saved the confusing relationship that was developing and undoing continuously.

I told Memona about the beasts and all the creeping things that caeepeth after dark in the jungle.

“Why not take a ride uphill, eat something delicious and book a room? Aunt must be waiting,” I suggested.

Upon our arrival to Murree, we all had went to toilet and emptied our bellies, just as in a good romantic Hollywood movie.

Disgusting but a funny thing to do at a date, nevertheless.

Now our bellies were empty. Empty and hungry.

The girls agreed with excitement.

We gulped down two large bowels of Balti Murgh, a delicious chicken curry dish.

But Aunt Qudsia barked at the idea of spending a night in expensive hotels of tourists’ Murree!

That unromantic Aunt… saved my relationship!

After everybody failed to fit the ring on any finger of theirs, Saima put it on her wedding finger and… it fit like a glove!

She smiled while we all looked in awe & shock.

I thought it didn’t fit any finger because it was a cheap ring. I was blaming myself.

Shocking ways of my ex-Father!

My uncle didn’t relent, however. He put a condition of bringing at least two of my brothers & sisters to the wedding party — an impossible condition, he knew.

He later added, “Since your brothers & sisters visit Pakistan in July-August, let the wedding be at that time.”

He’s a good uncle and thought he’d give me some time for my foolish delirium to subside.

Nobody from my side or her side (or any other side) wanted that marriage to take place, each for his own good reasons.

Even I didn’t want it.

Only Saima and her mother did and… of course, God did.

During our anxious waiting period till dreadful July-August, a song came out by Sajjad Ali titled… Cinderella.

Yes, Cinderella.

Even its lyrics seemed to mock our anxiety during that waiting period and to pacify us.

Pakistanis do not understand boring Hollywood films. They like Bollywood films because they say it through a song. So God gave us a song to understand.

“Even a cheap engagement ring would have served as a proof of your choice,” Saima chastised me after our successful marriage!

What did my ex-Father miss when He created women?

He did miss something, didn’t He?

This story continues .here.

My Cinderella – 2/2