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It wasn’t easy for him to put his reputation at stake for a single erection. But he had to. He was out of control. He took his student, a little angel. He ruined that angel. He raped her. And then he killed her. It was just an erection which society couldn’t understand.

Hell of a society it is which thinks from underwear/underpants. Those who cannot perform are addicted too. Horny!

He went to Dubai to earn a living for his family; his father, mother, wife, and a son. But one day, an erection and a seduction destroyed his life. His father told him to divorce his wife so that he can marry her. What? Well he fucked up. After crying, abusing, and requesting, he asked about his son; “you are a grandfather and I am a father of that son, what is his sin?” His father hung up. He called his wife; she said she can’t do anything. She needs a physical existence of a husband too.

Well she was right. Two years back, she needed financial support. Now she needed physical presence of a man in her bed. Be it any man.

And here is another story. He was a banker. He got consistent promotions. His salary was increasing every year, so as his frustration. He couldn’t handle it anymore. One day out of frustration, he put his hand on an internee’s thigh. She was shocked. What should she do? Should she yell? Should she complain? Should she slap him? Or should she “I-will-recommend-you-for-the permanent-job” let it go. She let it go. It initiated her a decent career.

He used to teach numerous kids in his mosque. He liked one of the kids. The kid was beautiful and fair. He was not gay, but a little pedophile. Mostly he was into women… his wives. But that day he couldn’t control. He punished the kid not to go home until the lesson is learnt. The lesson was learnt a little before 9 pm, with blood dripping from his back. A little erection, which couldn’t satisfy his wives ever, destroyed a life forever.

I am a slow learner. I am always a slow learner. I blamed erections for this messed up society. What if there is dysfunction? So here is another story. He knew he couldn’t perform. He tried on prostitutes. He tried on eunuchs. No success. Eunuchs made fun of him. His parents forced him to marriage. He told his father he cannot perform. His father told him other ways, like test tube baby options. On the wedding night, he did it… without erection. Another life was ruined.

There are lusty bus driver with evil in their eyes and in between the thighs. Every fifth second, they have to touch themselves to align and reposition. They are pretty good to judge a woman, her figure, her curves, her character, her age, her sexual experience, and her ultimate desire to feel their moustaches. Their sudden hit of breaks, so that ladies leap on them. Then there are van drivers. Their hands remain on gears within which they have little feelings of thighs. They know the ladies want it. It happens rarely when a woman complains. They keep on shrinking in their volume, in their own world, in their own self.

You want me to narrate more stories. May be you are enjoying. I know. People read rape news with a little sensation, a little appreciation, and sometimes a little erection too. Publishers try to put extra details into rape news with the limited words they use. All is dependent on your vulgar imagination, browsing experience, and addiction to porn… according to which you imagine a colorfully blue film.

This is the world which has developed after centuries of learning, knowledge, Prophets, Divine Books, philosophies, virtues, Sufism, culture, values…

Dilemma is: there is another world to be seen yet; inferno.

Question is: if hell is to be seen yet, then what it is it now?

This story is about a bank which was robbed by its own guards. The bankers forgave the guards and increased their budget so that they would be happier and would refrain from robbery.

However, after only a couple of months, the bank was robbed again. The bankers retaliated in whispers. They bickered among themselves but acted that everything was fine. Nobody wanted to lead in firing the guards. The bankers were afraid of guns. And so they became afraid of their own guards.

Nothing was done and a habit was formed: the bank was consistently looted by its guards.

Often the bankers would hand over the money to the guards themselves.

The entire system of the bank changed. The bankers started to salute the guards. In order to ensure the smooth functioning of the bank, it was necessary to respect the guards like saviors. Saluting took a 180 degree turn and was made mandatory.

The chief of the guards was an intelligent man. He knew that as long as the Bank Manager believed that he was running the bank and the bankers did not overcome their fear of guns, they could do whatever they wanted. The bankers loved him because he was the head of their security. They would shout slogans to show their support of the guards on occasions like the Annual Bank Holiday and Banker’s Day. There would be a huge celebration with fireworks and awards would be handed out to the guards for their contribution to the bank.

Then came a new Bank Manager. He called the Chief Guard for a meeting. After a heated debate, the Chief Guard was dismissed from service. Before leaving, the Chief Guard ordered his guards to loot the bank. The Bank Manager was shot dead.

The bankers became afraid and began singing their slogans.

The situation was contained.

The guards were in official power. One of the cashiers was made the new Bank Manager while the Chief Guard ran the show. The Chief Guard made a new building besides the bank where he shifted the guards.

The security budget was gradually increased to around 50% as the bank was not safe and was looted again and again. The Bank Manager allowed the guards to take any measures without prior permission for the safety and wellbeing of the bank.

Due to consistent bickering, whisperings and mini-conspiracies by the thinking bankers against the guards, there was need of a spy. A spy was hired from within the bank. The spy made his roots within the departments of the bank. He would inform the guards of any suspicious activity and the suspect would be abducted clandestinely.

The spy was known and unknown at the same time. Sometimes the bankers would be convinced of his goodness and loyalty. At other times, they would suspect the spy. If the spy would suspect that a banker suspected him, that banker would go missing.

There was an operational manager who used to talk against the guards. He found some proofs against them. Then someone found him in the washroom; dead.

Today, a banker was killed while she was getting ready to go home. She was shot five times.

She was suspected to talk to the office boys. She helped the office boys as they were financially very weak. She also encouraged them and wanted to educate them about their legal rights. She was warned by the spy to stop her activities.

She did not listen.

She was punished for treason.

Walli is sick. He knows that the whole world around him is sick. This society is sick.

His university is sick with plaguing sickness all around the obvious and clandestine corners.

The gardens are sick with bold flowers wandering and seeking a hidden place… somewhere behind a tree or on a bench.

His city is sick. His country is sick. His whole damn world is sick…

Worshippers in the mosques are sick. They have strange infatuations. They commit what the sinners don’t dare to.

Crowd of the city can turn into a mob within seconds. Sick mobs are around the cities. Burning a person is like burning a matchstick.

A well-dressed man on-his-routine can be killed with a fragile reason by anyone.

The sickness is hounding at a stinking level. One sick man will beat another man. And then all the men around will be plagued to the same sickness and will start beating that unfortunate human being. Then thousands of sick people will gather… they will beat, they will strip him naked, they will kick on his parts, and then they will burn him to death.

Then I think who is more unfortunate: those who are burning or those who are burned?

Animals have certainly more privilege than…

Sick words!

Sick world!

I don’t know the punishment of blasphemy. In fact I don’t know when it is blasphemy or when it is not. When it comes to making of cartoons of religious figures, it is blasphemy. But what is the punishment for it? I don’t know. No one knows as it seems. Different religious scholars have different theories. Some favor punishment and others are of the view that ignoring them is the best response.

I don’t know what the punishment is when the blasphemer is non-Muslim.

But I do have certain arguments. People, who were laughing out loud on Pk movie regarding fun made of Hinduism, are the same who are showing approval regarding mass killing of editors and cartoonists in Paris. Isn’t it hypocrisy?

Those who believe Denmark and France are committing blasphemy should also boycott movies like Pk and should condemn where ever there is mockery of religion or holy personalities regardless of any religion.

We don’t need to go into Islamic details to find out where we stand on our personal levels of hypocrisy. We laugh on the most vulgar and abusive jokes of stage dramas, but we get angry when someone abuses us.

Why do we like someone else punished for the actions which we ourselves have as habits? Isn’t blasphemy happening all over Pakistan and other Muslim countries in different forms?

The couple burned in Kot Radha Kishan was not convicted of blasphemy. All those who burned them were actually the blasphemers.

Islam is the religion of peace. Islam teaches us to be respectful to all religions and humans. It frustrates me when people make fun of Islam. I feel gutted. But when others (only some of them) are making fun of our religion, we are killing them in the name of the same religion. Isn’t it a major hypocrisy and a major sin?

How are we going to preach them in future? How are we going to have religious debates with them? And how they will understand us when we have pistol in one hand and fatwa on the other?

Who are we to decide that people need to be punished? And who are we to decide what punishment suits their sins? How are we so sure that that punishment is death?

I feel that we are perpetually stuck in a vicious cycle of self-destruction.

They make fun of us; we react; they make fun of us again. We kill them; they call us extremists. You have to admit; killing is a bit extreme.

Let us assume, for argument’s sake that they are the enemies of our religion.

How are we bringing our religion a good name? We lie; we cheat; we rob; we steal. And then all of sudden we stand up to protect Islam.

If they are the enemies of our religion; are we the friends?

When a movie offends another religion and some ‘sensitive’ people of that religion demand that the movie be banned, we raise hue and cry over that.

If a joke is directed at other religions, we can easily see the humor in it. But when the joke is directed at our religion, it becomes intolerable. Personally, I believe there shouldn’t be disrespect for any religion; be it a satirical or humorous.

We can find no remorse in our hearts for 14 people who are killed because they printed and obnoxious and offensive content. And rows upon rows of hateful messages directed to them do not faze us. We are not ruling France. There is no Caliphate in France. We should have demonstrated our views peacefully. But killing in the name of Islam where the state and government is not Muslim is not the right way. We can teach but we cannot kill. We need to condemn it. Muslim scholars need to condemn it like Nouman Ali Khan did.

Why is it not hate speech when we rejoice in the killing of people?

Why must we comment and dissect and approve or disapprove of people’s actions?

Why can’t the judging be left to God?

Why can’t we practice a little self-reflection?

A little tolerance?

A little love?

I vote for peace; for mutual respect; for patience.

I vote for an end to hypocrisy.

I vote for Islam.

Do you?