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 Fauzia's Showhar's Fault by Shabnam Khan
   The beautiful Bibi Fauzia stood in front of her mirror.  Admiring her
beautiful Aryan Muslim face, she put some kohl under her almond-shaped
eyes. Then she wore a thick pearl necklace to embellish her delicate fair
neck.  She was putting the finishing touches to her make-up.  Her Aryan
Muslim Showhar (husband), fair and handsome, stood near by, eagerly
watching her.
   However, she was not putting all this elaborate make-up on for her own
ashrafi Aryan Musulman husband.  Despite the thick Kala burqa she wore
whenever she went out in her Muslim Shahr (town), and the firm belief she
had in Islam, Fauzia Bibi was not faithful to her Musulman Showhar. 
Instead of desiring the circumcised, fair Zubbs of her own Momin
(believing) Aryan Muslim men, she preferred the uncircumcised Kala Zubbs of
Kaffir (unbelieving) Sudra men.  As there existed no caste system in Islam,
so there were no restrictions on copulation between different races.  Like
many of the frustrated Aryani Musulmani Begums of the Shahr, she quietly
had a Sudra Yar from the Sudra Mohalla (black neighbourhood).  In fact, all
the make-up she was wearing was for her Kala Kaffir Sudra yar (black
unbeliever Sudra lover)!  Fauzia felt her Safedi Kussi (white vagina)
tingle at the thought of her Sudra Yar's huge, thick black Sudra Zubb.
   "Please do not go to that Kala Sudra Haramzada (black Sudra bastard),"
begged Asif.  "He does not love you.  I do !" Asif was extremely jealous of
his Bibi's Sudra Yar.
   She felt a slight tinge of guilt as she looked at her husband's sad
face.
   "You know that it is you that I love," she replied.  "I am married to
you."
   "Then don't go to him," complained Asif.
   "What to do ?" asked Fauzia.
   "You beautiful fair Musulmanis should not go for those ugly Kala
Sudras," complained Asif.  "You are our Bibis - you belong to us !"
   Suddenly, the lovely Fauzia Bibi became enraged.  "I am married to you.
But are you able to do the duties of a Showhar (husband)?" she hissed. 
"You do not have what it takes to own a woman, Asif !"
   "If you Safedoo Aryan men had big Zubbs like Sudra Aadmis and knew how
to please us, there would be no need for us to chase Sudra men!  But No! 
Our husbands are not real Aadmis, and have short Safedoo Aryan Doodools,
just like Bachoos (little boys)!  It is not our fault ...  it is yours, you
Safedoo!  For me to get what a woman needs, I have to go to a Sudra man! 
All because you have a Bachhoo's Doodool!  I don't want to go to him.  But
I have to!  It is your fault!" she snapped.  She knew how to shut her
Showhar's mouth.  Whenever there was an argument, she attacked his small
penis size, and she found to her delight that it always had the desired
effect.  And if she talked about Sudra Zubbs as well, then it completely
shook Asif's standing.  She knew that most of the mohalla Aadmis were very
scared of Sudra men, and she used this fact to great effect with her
Showhar.  Asif moved back in shame at her stinging verbal assault.
   "Do you know what some of the other Bibis really feel about your Aryan
Zubbs?  Do you know what they really say about your little Safed Doodools
behind your backs?  They make fun and tell mazaak about your small
Doodools. They put you down like some little Bachoos (boys)!" she
exclaimed. "Some of the Begums only sleep with Sudra Aadmis (men), you
know! You should be happy that I come back to you!"
   Asif thanked her meekly.
   Fauzia pretended to be angry, but in her heart she was laughing as she
felt good to humiliate her under-endowed Aryan Muslim husband!  She
definitely enjoyed that.
   "I need one hundred rupees," said Fauzia as she was ready to step out
the door.  Asif hated having to pay an ugly Kala Sudra Goonda to bokk his
Bibi, but he had no choice.  Asif handed her one hundred rupees in various
coins, which he had previously collected into a silk bag.  Fauzia told her
Showhar to clean the house before she returned home the next day.  She
salaamed him and wiped a tear from his eye.
   "Stop being a Bacha (child)!  Be an Aadmi (man) and I will chuso your
Zubb when I return home," she said.
   "Oh, will you do it ?" exclaimed Asif in glee.
   "Yes, now do as I say and I will see you tomorrow," she replied.
   Fauzia walked down the narrow winding street to the Bazaar to find a
rickshaw for the Sudra Mohalla.  It took her some time to reach her Sudra
Yar's house in the Sudra Mohalla.  Her garm Aryani Kussi was on fire when
she knocked one hs's darwaza.  He opened it stark nanga (naked) with a huge
Kala erection.  The size of those Sudra Zubbs never failed to amaze the
young Musulmani Bibi.
   "You habb mai money, Safedi Zali ?" he asked.
   Fauzia handed him the coins, staring in awe at his monstrous Kala Sudra
Nara.
   "Come in and chuso my Zubb, Haramzadi !" he exclaimed.  Fauzia grabbed
his thick and huge Sudra Zubb.  She was in heaven.  He made her chuso his
Sudra Zubb for the rest of the day!  She loved it, because the Sudras
always had such huge Zubbs!  They were always so much bigger than any of
the Aryan men she had been with.
   Then he bokked her tight Aryani Kussi very hard.  She enjoyed the full
feeling which only a long nd thick Kala Sudra Zubb could give her.  Her
Sudra Yar bokked her so hard she wondered how she would even reach home. 
When she did return home the next day, her Aryani Musulmani Kussi was full
of Sudra Thukm (sperm).  And she loved it, as she always succeeded in
somehow forcing her Showhar to chuso her Sudra's Thukm out of it.
   The End 
  
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