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Mr. Badshah, let kids see their mom, you are crushing their souls.

Sarah, Tahir, Athar, remember one thing, I am your mother. You know what it means? It means you own me, and you have every rights over me. I feel blessed that I have that status and couldn’t be happier. Whenever you reach me, you will find out how much I love you and care about you. It is just we are (you are) around selfish brute people who have no morals, their ego, like and dislike is important than you having your mother in your life. Otherwise, how in the world, it is even possible that you can see anybody but your own mother, you can wish anything but the person who gave you birth, and loves you more than her own life. You will understand, but might not take any step for the consequences you should have after ward just for doing what is quite right, actually couldn’t be more righteous.

Happy Birthday mommy ki jaan!!

:) :)

Happy Birthday Princess!!

I just finished celebrating my lovely daughter’s birthday..

Hey it is Sarah’s Birthday!!

Sarah, my princess, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I worked yesterday, and going to buy cake now. Yes, how can you celebrate your birthday without the person who made your “birth-day” by giving you birth??? Missing you.

Badshah, I received your email, and if you think you can black mail me by your offensive words, dirty threats and lies, you are wrong. I am in different zone, and fear can’t remotely entail my life. You can say whatever pleases you without sending me threatening emails. Along that, please dig up the tiny skeletons of your sister’s illegitimate babies buried under the floor of the main room (it was Maqaddas’ room in 2002) in Jhang City. Give them proper burial instead of walking on them. Yes, Mr. Badshah babies who belong to your sisters, Bushra Fatima and the one who is Farrukh’s sister-in-law now. Let me jog the facts peer saab; they were aborted in the middle of the nights and buried in shallow graves in the bedroom by nobody else but your own mother, and the very next morning, your whole family walked over those tiny grave like nothing happened. A women in Pakistan don’t go full term with illegitimate children and then give them birth, neither they are accepted nor raised by their fathers who committed adultery in the first place.

Badshah, I’m sure you remember Gudiya, Munawar’s sister in law, with whom you had sexual relationship? At the end, when she asked you to accept the responsibility,  you simply backed off, and the responsibility of aborting the baby fell completely on her and her family just like it had back then when your sisters wanted to get rid of their so-called illegitimate babies. I could not have been so sure if I would not have heard your recorded conversation with Gudiya. You recorded the whole conversation in a manipulative way pushing her against the wall, and looking like it was all her fault from flirting with you to kissing you and then taking your clothes off. Later, when you told her about recording, she just vanished for the fear of dishonor and shame. Although she was in New York, she belonged to a Pakistani family, and you took advantage of this weakness. In 1997, when we visited Mumawar in California, his wife told me about Gudiya. She mentioned that Gudiya was married, but she can’t have children. Now, you know well for being in the medical field that abortion in primigravida (a woman giving birth first time) can cause infertility.

Few words for your family:
Badshah,  in Jhang, everybody knows when Abba Jaan arrived there, he had a “Khota Rerha……” I don’t think there is anything wrong with that, and you shouldn’t feel bad or lie about it, and certainly you shouldn’t judge others for what they do for a living. If you do, nobody cares, and certainly, I wouldn’t care less J. I do feel good when I look back for what I have accomplished, not in the form of money but in understanding life and nature, and differentiating good from bad. I would never surrender to evil or weak moments in this short life.

Back to your family, Habib Badshah had sexual relationship with Farzana, his colleague, Bau’s wife. He used to sleep with her in his wife Maqaddas’ bed in presence of his kids and all servants.
Before Habib was born, your mother had only girls and was desperate to have a son, so she said, “Allah, if you give me son, I will eat his poop.” Of course, she said in Punjabi,” Allah, je to men puttar deve te me odhe tatti khasan.” And, she did eat his poop. Habib Fatima told me this in presence of Tahira Fatima. (Tahira is the only person in your family who treated me like a human being, God bless her). Eating poop only shows how ignorant was the women who raised you, I and lot of other people can see the product in form of you and Habib. You could have taken the charge and had your shit together, but you chose not to.
Whenever we visited your family in Jhung, you used to sleep with your mother in separate room, and I slept alone with sick kids in the room far from the main bedrooms.

Badshah not everybody can snatch kids from a mother like a vulture, for this one has to cross all boundaries of humanity and excel in malicious doctrine of Shaitan. God gave you a big opportunity to live a life that could be free of all BS, but you had a worm in your ass, and finally; you screwed yourself, and I can see you are really good at it.
Whenever you or Farukh look at Tahir, Sarah and Athar, you think of me, because they are me. No matter what you do or say, regardless of where they live, I will always be their mother, and you will always be a father who lied and deceived, and physically and mentally abused their loving and caring mother. You are the one who didn’t let them experience a mother’s love, who is doing everything to keep them away.

The bottom line is, using weak and helpless people is your family legacy, look what you are doing to the poor ignorant people in Jhang. You convince them and influence them in such a way that they think you are their bridge to reach the God; they give you money when they don’t have food to eat at home, you use their daughters and women for labor and sex, and they end up raising your children. You are so selfish that instead of educating them, you would suck every last drop of blood from their weak bodies. You are one of the deadly cancers killing Pakistan; otherwise, it would have been a livable place. I know you feel safe in Pakistan, just like Usama Bin Ladin. It is a good hiding place for people like you.

Here are you clean shaved with your brother, black bearded.

You highjack poor and ignorant people’s minds such that whatever little money they have they give it to you in the name of religion.

Badshah, you and your family could do better than this. When you bring people, who are just like you to their knees, it is the extreme of human indecency and worthlessness for the whole of humanity

This is you, your family with their entourage, all clad in immaculate bright whites.

In front of you, bowing, kneeling and dancing poor, weak and ignorant, whom you call lowlifes giving you whatever money they have_to make you happy… because you put in their minds, if they couldn’t make you happy God will never forgive them.(this is money on the floor given by the people)

At the end of the session, money is being gathered.

I have pondered a lot to find out why you are lacking compassion and warmth to an extent that you will not let your own kids see their mother, not only that, you poisoned their minds by creating hatred for her. When I studied your lifestyle, I found out, this is how you treat every other person. Badshah you failed the purpose of your life. When you go under this earth after your short life, bugs eating your flesh wouldn’t discriminate between you and others you call lowlifes. Beware, that the universe will handover justice to you.

A Hospital Visit.

Just before I was knocked out with propofol, I saw my kids pictures one last time and engraved their images on every part of my brain, Tahir said, “mommy you will be ok”, Sarah said, “don’t worry”, Athar couldn’t verbalize his feelings but I got the message (in my imaginations)

Recovery time, I have no idea……….

Slipping in and out of conciousness, and asking for my kids. 

Thanks to friends and family who didn’t leave my bedside. I am very lucky to have top specialists around me. Yes, they do not work to maintain their social or economic status but the excellence in their fields. Of course, they are paid generously for putting heart, soul and comprehensive knowledge along with manual dexterity on the table.

Badshah your cruel nature has no boundaries!!

Mr. Badshah, You have left me with no options other than using the Internet to communicate with my children. I told you before how important it is for me to contact my kids.
For years, I sent you emails, literally begging, so you would let me have contact with them. You not only ignored them but also lied that I never tried to contact my kids. As it was between you and me, you thought I would not have any proof. No more begging or private mails, everything would be in front of everybody.
I tried Seema Mustafa to know the whereabouts of my kids; she told you and got favors in form of dinners, treats and gifts and “Wah Wah(praises).”  She played a spying  roll very well for some time; one day, she will witness this happening to her own daughter. I believe, what goes around comes around.
I was also in touch with US embassy since the time I got in USA. They did what they could while living in legal boundaries.
When Tahir appeared on the Internet, I tried to contact him, but you were and to this day, are watching him like a hawk. You have all his passwords and monitor all his Internet activities. Whenever I tried to contact him, you would block me or close his account. It seems like he blocks me as it is his account, but Badshah everybody understands that a son would never block his mother who loves him and wants to see him. It is your evil, vindictive and sadistic nature that has no bounders in dark territories.
Yesterday, I sent him a message and today Mr. Badshah you blocked me from his account. Shame on you, Tahir is 19 years old; you should respect him by respecting his privacy. Why is it that you have to know everything, and follow him everywhere? It is your pervert nature to commit such activities, like recording me and my friends’ phone conversations.  Let him use the bathroom; his poop is just like everybody else’s poop; it smells the same and looks the same.
I fear the day when my children get a sneak peek into your twisted and dark mind. If they are not responding to their mothers, it is not because they respect you, or hate you, but  it is because you are a blackmailer and manipulator.

I tried to contact my son, Tahir!!

Yesterday I sent a message and a picture to my son, but Mr. Badshah you blocked me. I do not want to put anything on the Internet, but do I have any other option?image

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Badshah your email address is a Dirty Secret!

Like God works in mysterious ways, corrupt people have their own malicious way, right  Badshah? You tried to destroy me with your secretive and deceptive planning and blamed me for everything. Your double personality is well known to the people close to you, who see you inside the house as well as outside. Beating, insulting and calling names behind closed doors and showing off that Peer sahib image and drama is something you have mastered.

 Today I am going to talk about your email address, one of your dirty secrets. This address is mtayyab123@hotmail.com. I sent you so many emails at this address, I mean countless emails. In those emails I begged you to let me see my kids or at least let me talk to them. The ratio between my emails and yours would be 10-1. In your email you were only interested to know my whereabouts and never gave importance to my pains and requests. In those emails you bluntly denied by saying, “you have nothing to do with them.” You have this email account for quite some time; your’ very first mail I received from this account was when you left for the United States in 2002 leaving me and the kids in Islamabad. You knew your mother was terminal, but it couldn’t stop you. When the whole family came to Pakistan you said, you were going to spend some time with her before her death. Really Badshah!, was that true or you just wanted to leave us there? If you wanted to spend time with her, who stopped you? You left and she died behind you. Anyways, when you were in the USA, you sent me emails from this address the first time. These are just a couple of emails, but enough to show for how long you have it. I am pasting a few emails from around that time which will explain how I got your new email address;Above email is one of many emails I sent you Badshah. In the following email your response was; “you don’t need to worry about these things….. You carefully crafted the sentence to avoid any future damage. Acknowledging or leaving proof that you abducted these kids and now keeping them from me would be the last thing you want to do. Around that time you also got busted when your second wife Farukh found out that you were still communicating with me, therefore, you needed a new account.

 This is how I got your second email address; mtb.s@hotmail.com I got the email, but was not sure about the sender so I asked you a couple of questions regarding kids to determine your identity, but it was enough to piss you (Peer Sahib) off, and you did not reply for a long time. Your response was the following email. (Notice the spelling and punctuation errors that are made intentionally to throw the readers off track)

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In July 22, 2013 when US embassy, on my behalf, performed welfare visit on Sarah and Athar, you’re evil and wicked intentions were oozing from your every orifice as it always had been in the past. On my behalf, the embassy personnel told you that the mother wants to see and talk to her kids. You very cleverly said that, why she doesn’t contact me directly, she has my email address. When the embassy confirmed, you gave them the address I never had. It was “badshahm@hotmail.com.” You didn’t give them the address through which we had been and still are in correspondence. When I received a welfare visit report via email and on the phone, I came to know that Mr. Badshah seemed to have no problem with anything whatsoever. I knew right away this was nothing but his malicious intention. Following is the email correspondence between me and the state department.

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Now, this badshahm@hotmail.com was new to me. I explained to ‘The Department of State with Office of Children Issues’ what actually was happening behind closed doors. Anyways, it was suggested to me, and also appropriate to send you an email as you said so. The Department of State suggested me to send you emails on the address I already had, and keep them posted. I sent emails at “mtb.s@hotmail.com” and “mtayyab123@hotmail.com.” I also sent carbon copies of those emails to the State Department. My email to “mtb.s@hotmail.com” bounced back with “postmaster’s failure to deliver notification.” It meant this was not active anymore; since it didn’t fulfill the purpose of secret communication, you closed it. Your other address” mtayyab123@hotmail.com.” was valid and active, because it successfully received my email. I notified the Department of State and explained what was going on. Now, why you did it?? I’ll tell you Peer Sahib, why you did it, you want to pretend I never contacted you regarding my kids, and if I tell somebody about the email correspondence you and I had, and are still having, you will lie shamelessly that you never had this address, and that she is lying. This is your nature Badsha, taking me away from the real world, and then persecute and humiliate me. This is the reason you didn’t mention this address to the embassy. Still, you think I am your slave. Even after divorce, in your mind you can’t free me. Isn’t it hard Badshah? I totally get it. You are like, she, a low cast woman, used to be under my shoes…. how dare opens her mouth. 

On September 13. 2013, I received an email from you (off the record) account, ” mtayyab123@hotmail.com.”  again with threatening, insulting and filthy language, but it didn’t hurt me, I am who I am. The only thing that hurt me is your statement, “…. stay away from my kids…….. Anybody can see that email along your other mails in above snipped pictures of my email Inbox (I used snipping tools just to show the actual mails)

It is obvious Badshah that this email address is one of your many dirty secrets. You hurt  me, and have already caused a lot of irreversible damage to Tahir, Sarah and Athar, they can’t see their mother who loves them and waiting for them. The truth is, that in your greed, ego and delusions you have shoved your head into your a*s, and now your comprehension is limited to that poopy filter that has covered your eyes. Of course, this is not what you want people to know, shame on you and your brother Peer Habib Badshah, who crafted the heinous crime of snatching three innocent kids from a loving and caring mother so that you can marry another woman.

Tahir and me in a dream!

Tahir, I saw you in my dream! In that dream, we have a big living room, big enough to accommodate a car along with everything that is part of a living room. You had your red sports car flipped over, and doing something like fixing it or whatever I called you from the kitchen, but you didn’t answer. I called you again, but you remained quiet. I entered the living room; you were standing by the front bumper closer to the passenger-side wheel. You were wearing a gray sweatshirt, and your hands were dirty. I called you for the third time, really loud this time. You turned your head toward me while lifting your right hand about six inches and said, “mommy, I heard_I am busy, let me finish this.” I said, “you think this car will run again.” Next moment, I heard loud engine sounds and woke up. Love you Tahir Sarah and Ather.