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.