Chapter 1
Part of “Sluts of Páqéstän”
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Hindús were ruining Páqéstän.
Ever since that fateful battle with Hindéstán, in which our beloved Páqéstän lost to the invading Golden army of Shiv, we Músalmáns had become second class subjects in our own kingdom. Once the pure land of Páqéstän had been captured and secured by Hindéstáni armies, hordes of aggressive Sánskarí migrants started pouring in from Hindéstán and began plundering and taking away everything from us, defiling everything we loved and valued.
First, they took our beautiful Músalmán women for their devious purpose. Although vanquished by strong and dominant Hindú males, Páqéstäni Músalmán men still outnumbered them 10 to 1. So the Hindús hatched a cunning plan that they would exploit the rather abundant nubile Páqéstäni women to grow their numbers. Each able-bodied Hindú stud was required to father at least a dozen Hindú babies with Músalmán girls as a service to his motherland. Hindéstáni leaders urged their men to take as many Músalmán girl as he wanted and breed her for the sake of Hindéstán.
The grand vizier of Hindéstán, a ultra-right-wing Hindú-supremacist and self-professed Muslim-hater, Yogi Adinath, told his men that each and every belly of fertile mleçchã girls of Páqéstän must be filled with growing Hindu babies. Accusing us Músalmán men of “love djihad” for enticing their Hindu women and converting them, Yogi Adinath launched into an anti-Muslim tirade and ordered his men not to stop as long as there remained a single mleçchã Páqéstäni womb unfertilized by superior Sánskarí seed. He told his men to give them Muslim men a taste of our own medicine by launching #reverse-love-jihad, to ensnare fertile Páqéstäni females from the mleçchã community, inseminate their mleçchã wombs with strong Sánatãnï seed and force mleçchã daughters of Páqéstän to give birth to healthy Hindú male babies for the glory of Hindéstán. The grand vizier told his migrant Hindu men to turn all Músalmán girls into pregnant Páqéstäni brides as gifts for a proud Hindéstán.
Even their supreme leader, the emperor of Hindéstán, King Varendra Lodi, told at a televised speech recently that he had a long-held dream - of seeing strong Hindéstáni baby boys growing inside the bellies of Páqéstäni mleçchã mothers. The maharaja Lodi was delighted that his dream was finally becoming a reality. He was overjoyed to see bulls of Hindéstán pursuing and inseminating mleçchã cows of Páqéstän in great numbers all over the newly conquered territories.
Not content with taking our mleçchã girls and forcing them to breed Hindú bastard babies, the haraami Hindéstáni men wanted to extinguish us Páqéstäni mleçchã men. Slowly but steadily they took away our businesses, properties and pretty much everything we owned.
I lived with my ammi, abbu and sisters in the bustling city of Láwhöre in a house that had been taken from us.
The past few years had been tough for average Músalmán families living in Páqéstän. Big Hindéstáni businesses, owned by shrewd and cunning Hindú businessmen, had been establishing their branches all over our kingdom, and these companies were forcing Músalmán owned businesses out of competition.
After his hijab/niqab tailoring business went bust, my abba went into a deep depression. These days niqabs and burqas were on the way out, as the majhab-betraying Muslimah sluts of our community were more interested in whorish Hindéstáni sarees and cholis. A few hijab shops were still operating in Láwhöre, but that’s because a number of lecherous fanatic Hindú males liked taking our women wearing full Islamic headgear. Looking at the hijab-clad beautiful face of a fair-skinned Músalmán bitch while defiling her fecund womb with strong Sánskarí seed was the ultimate fetish a katter dharmik Hindú male could imagine.
Anyways, the business of modest traditional Islamic clothing was drying up. My abba was forced to lay off his staff and shut down the tailoring business. As he was the sole bread-winner, my family’s only source of income came to a halt. My father tried, but failed to get a job anywhere. These days, Músalmán owned businesses were in pretty bad shape themselves and could not afford to hire new recruits, and the Hindú-owned businesses never recruited Muslim men (although Hindéstáni businesses had no problem recruiting young and pretty Músalmán females, in lower ranking posts under Hindú male bosses of course). And my father’s depression certainly didn’t help either.
Our once-prosperous family was slowly heading towards eventual poverty. Debts were piling up.
