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man like me, and you had seen the results”

As and when Mr. A.K. Khan concluded his speech there was standing ovation, with claps by the trainees, the trainers, and the faculty in the auditorium.

“Please do remember that we are all Indians first and then only anything else, our religion is composite culture with religious tolerance. Our Goddess is Mother India.Our Holy text is our constitution. And I wish all the best to all of young officers to do well to the people and to the country. I thank you all once again” Mr. A.K. Khan left the Academy amidst cheers and claps of the entire audience.

The World has to learn the meaning of what is meant by the Religion, the Holy Text, the Country, and the People, in the language of Mr. A.K. Khan, and then there will be only one world Nation, Fraternity, Peace and Prosperity. The words, racial discrimination, Religious fanaticism, war and violence, terror, terrorist and terrorism need not find place in the dictionary of the World.

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“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, yesterday you were taught about Islamic fundamentalism, by Mr. A.K Khan, a retired I.P.S officer, who did research, obtained doctorate, and published his thesis. I think after hearing such an icon, you all will definitely feel bore to hear anybody, and even the famous film actor or actress is no substitute to him. Anyway I try to obtain pass mark. And I think it is not irrelevant for me to tell something about other Islamic terrorist activities in our country, which I feel quite relevant in my present lecture on terrorism. After a gap of one day, I am again taking the class. Shall I proceed?” Mr. Adhikari said and waited to have a respire.

“We welcome you back sir, you may continue sir”

“Thank you”

“An in camera meeting is going on the hill top in the dense forest, abating Nallamala ghat, with the heads of Islamic terrorism,leaders of Student Islamic Movement, Moulanas of some Mosques, and their decuples, so also trustworthy militants of religious fanaticism. It was for the first time that the Islamic fundamentalists of all groups participated in the plenary along with the Militants. They all assembled there, to review the plight of the Muslim population, their living standards, their poverty, lack of proper education to Muslim women , unemployment among Muslim youth, how they are looked down in Hindu dominated society, and finally the failures of the government to take up welfare measures to rehabilitate the Muslims returning from Gulf.

“Mohatarn Satiyo” An elderly man greeted all the persons assembled there.

“Salamalykum”

“Valekum Salam” They all hugged each other, exhibiting universal fraternity.

There were also Muslim women, wearing black veils covering not only their top to bottom but also covering their faces except their eyes. Everybody was anxiously looking to hear the circumstances and factors leading to the emergent assemblage of all the leaders and the cadres.

“Bhai aur Behenoo, Adabarse Let us all pray the All Mighty, AllahHo Akbar”

“La Illahi Rasualilla.

We all assembled here to review our dos and don’ts in fulfilling our goals.

And subse bada bhai aur beheno, Islam ka principles achetara explain karengi”

One of the seniors in age and also a hard core militant had been addressing the gathering.

By then the important leaders of the Indian Mujahedeen, Student Islamic Movement of India, and all the other banned Islamic terrorist organizations not only in India, but also in the world, has participated for the first time at one single platform.

The participants were carrying the most sophisticated weapons, smuggled from Pakistan, Myanmar, China and Sri Lanka. The gathering was not so thin, but at the same time not landfull. It was a dense forest, a safe place for the insurgency and a bloody terrain for the, combing parties.

“Satiyo, our real work will start now. The Indian Kaffirs deceived us. They ignored one nation, one citizen and fraternity. They were also against the two nation theory for the formation of Pakistan and India.

They grabbed Kashmir, saying that the king of Kashmir unilaterally declared that it was in India, though the subjects wanted to join Pakistan. Even in the case of the state of Hyderabad also, though the Sultan of Golconda wanted to remain independent with his Muslim subjects, the Indian military interfered and taken physical position of Hyderabad, saying that it was only a police action, the greatest lie spoken by the authorities to the world and to the International court of justice.

The Indian kaffirs interfered in the internal affairs of Pakistan, and waged a war against West Pakistan, in favor of the people of Bangladesh and finally they got separated the western territory of Pakistan, and helped the people of West Pakistan to form a separate country in the name and style of Bangladesh.

Our Muslim brothers and sisters were looked down by the kaffirs in India. They had been living in acute poverty, and lakhs and lakhs of Muslims were just surviving in India as slaves and second citizens. Hence, we all should be united and should say in unison that our Nation was Pakistan we should not rest till we liberate Kashmir, and Hyderabad from Hindustan. We should immediately take back Bangladesh under any cost. We should create panicky by adopting the greatest terror tactics of blasts at important places of worship and shopping malls, where people gather more in number, just like what we had been doing at temples, masjids and churches.

It shall not end only with terror, but we should also destabilize the Indian economy by circulating counterfeit currency of Indian Rupee. Pakistan’s Flag should fly high and for achieving our goals, we had a plan to erect Bunkers, in this terrain and use missiles, rocket launchers and nuclear weapons and nuclear bombs and finish off India from the world map. Are you all ready to take an oath on our Holy Quran?”One of the important leaders from Pakistan spoke against India.

“Yes, we are ready at any time to take revenge against bloody Indians, Zindabad, zindabad, Pakistan zindabad, muradabad,muradabad,Hindustan muradabad”

They all raised their right armand very loudly uttered the slogans.

“Mere Sathio, we have to sacrifice ourselves for a great cause for establishing the Islamic World. People by and large are not satisfied with what they have and still they are greedy. But when once Islam spreads across the world, there will not be kaffirs and selfish people. But the Indians kaffirs always feel that why have they not become the richest in the world? They will never have the kind heart to share 1/3 of what they have, with the poor” Another dignitary delivered his derogative speech against the Indians.

Perhaps, he forgot the fact that he was born on the Indian soil and brought up in India and still continued to be the citizen of India.

The Mullahs, the religious heads, the youth, the S.I.M.I, the women, who had been attending the plenary were under trance, on hearing the Islamic philosophy from the mouth of the speakers.

When the chief of all the Armed Squads, took a little pause to introduce one more guest from North India, slowly there started whispers and discussions.

“What is the matter? What is that you are discussing among yourselves? Bhai aur beheno, now I put it to you, whether you agree with me or not? There need not be any reservations; you can interact with me freely; you need not chit chat among yourself”

“Sorry Chief in almost all the bomb blasts, the innocent Muslim brothers also died” one of the religious heads, raised the painful incidents.

“We are not bothered about who the dead are? Whether he is Hindu, Muslim or Christian? But our concerned is about creating terrific terror. There shall be at least ten to fifteen deaths and so also double the number of the injured at each place of blasting. The general public should become panicky on seeing the gory pictures and the mutilated, torn pieces of the dead bodies of the people.Then the common man and general public should feel terribly in secured, to stay in Indian Territory. And then, equally the Indian government’s morale should go down, and they should think about their follies, and come forward unilaterally for talks with Pakistan regarding the burning issues, for which we have been fighting” The chief explained them analytically.

“But, Bhai jan, Islam has never advocated genocide? So also in the process of creating great terror among people, we are also losing our innocent minor children; it not fair on our part to sacrifice their precious lives, without having the knowledge of what for they are doing all these?”

“So, gentleman you are asking me explanation, as if you have taken the responsibility on behalf of the Kaffirs? In our ideology death means sacrificing one’s own self to the All Mighty and we should all feel that it is the happiest moment”

“Mafkarna Bhaijan, you have mistaken us, we are true Musalman. But it doesn’t mean that we should be heartless and inhuman, as you are having exemplary and unquestionable character as you are having” One of the militant expressed his opinion frankly.

“Yes, of course, but I doubt you are not behaving like a true Musalman,and your patriotism is towards India, and not to our motherland i.e Pakisthan. We don’t need people like you” The Chief shot him dead with his automatic weapon.

The entire gathering was shocked, because everybody had the same doubt, but luckily nobody dared to ask him.

“How could death be happiest moment in human life Bhaijan?”Another young man asked him.

“Because, the struggle for existence and survival itself is everybody’s ultimate, leaving faith in Islam. Death is inevitable to all living beings. And with death only, the selfishness and desires of humanbeings vanish and then only, one can offer one’s self to the All Mighty, “Alla Ho Akbar”

There was serenity for sometime, but immediately there was confusion among all the persons assembled there.

But, their feelings and expressions on their faces couldn’t go out of the sight of their chief.

“Apka koie doubts haitho, chinthamath naihai, puchona” (If you have any doubts, you need not worry, you can ask please)

Nobody opened their mouths.

“Koi dharnahai, meihoona” (Anybody fearing, you need not, I am here)

Then the gathering was slowly getting confidence among them, as their chief gave them freedom to express their doubts.

“It looks something strange to us Bhaijan” One of the participants asked him.

“Tekai bhai aur beheno. I know that you may feel bad that it would be a foolish presentation, and it sounds as I if I am advocating a society, where there shall not be either births or deaths. Now you are given absolute liberty to disprove it” The chief gave assurance to all of them.

“Bhaijan, we are leading the movement, not only to liberate Kashmir, Hyderabad, but also to regain and unite Bangladesh with Pakistan as western sector that means acquiring territories and amass wealth. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, of course, we need territories and wealth for our survival. We shall not die as a pauper. We shall die rich.”

“How could a Pauper die rich?” One of them asked the Chief.

“Good question. The richest human is a Pauper because he has neither the knowledge of the poor nor he experienced the poverty. He also does not know that he is not the only richest man in the world, but he is poorer than many. The pauper is the richest man because his basic necessities are only food, clothing and shelter, and he knows definitely that what he is better than many, and that he is not only the poor man in the world ?” So said the Chief waited for their response.

“Mafkarna bhaijan, (excuse me my brother) we could not understand what you mean by that?” One of the militants expressed his doubt frankly.

“It's okay you will be knowing things slowly, when once you follow our ideology” He replied.

It appeared that still there was no end for the morning session on the hill top, and the seminar had been going on.

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As it was a rainy season, there was an excellent grout of seedlings, besides all the plants and trees were

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