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Prof Khadem-ul-Sharif Prof Sharif
is the president of the wanker's club of NSW. He was elected the president
because all the achievements in his life are due mainly to his palms. But
before we explore his life for the mystery of his success let us know why
he is called a Prof first. As per his university designation Sharif is
only a senior lecturer. Without ever publishing a single book apart from
the PhD thesis he did 50 years ago and being in his late sixties Sharif
has very little chance to be even an assistant prof ever. But then why is
he called Prof. We can't blame the Bangladeshis because in this god
forsaken the country every single dickhead that worked in a college
whether by means of fake certificate like judge Fayezi or like Gholam Azam
who never taught or like a so-called VC Aftab who defies the national
anthem, perhaps Sharif is more justified in being called a Prof.
 From his university days Sharif has been a wanker. In the 60s when every
single student of Dhaka university did some kind of political activities
against the Paki dickheads in the power, Sharif did not go to any single
meeting or procession. When his brighter classmates spent nights in
political meetings and writing leaflets for the freedom of the country
Sharif spent his nights memorizing pages and hitting his dumb head on the
wall failing to memories everything.
When all he students went out on procession against the Paki rulers,
Sharif hid himself in the toilet to escape the call of the conscience. It
was in the prolonged hideout in the toilets that Sarif first learned how
to wank. It is very difficult for hiding into the shabby smelly toilets of
university halls. It was also boring as well. So like the Newton of the
citole, Sharif discovered how to use hands to make fun.
Initially he used to hid himself for a couple of hours and then come back
to his room and loudly memorize his books. But as he found out the greater
joy of wanking he did not return to his room at all. He lived in the
toilet. He took all his food and books to toilets: eating, shitiing and
wanking. how beautiful the student life was. After
liberation the dick heads in the ISI list, the ones always escaped from
the political movement, were given scholarship. Having a ghati
father-in-law Sharif got a full free scholarship in England. In England
wanking also saved him. ..........to be completed
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Dr (?) Abdul Fakkar
In his mid 70s, all gray and plump, the so-called Dr
(?) Fakkar is the
embodiment of debauchery and fraud. His life is worth studying for those
aspiring wankers who wish to be famous by selling everything that goes with
liberation war. Without obtaining a PhD he sells himself as Doctor and
working as a tutor Fakkar claims himself to be a Professor of Law without
ever having a single publication to his credit in his 70 odd years of age.
Rajshahi University is located in a provincial own of Northern Bangladesh.
The lifestyle in the university campus is so boring and boorish that the
academics, instead of teaching as the university is closed for nine months
of the year, are reported to stock rice and betel leaves and sell them to
make money. 85% of the academics are members of Jamat-e-Islam and none of
them write a single page except for inventory books for stock past their
appointment in the university. The majority of the students attend the
university from surrounding villages and they travel by train. It is said
that the majority of the students wear lungis and change to a trouser when
the train stops at the preceding station. As there is no classes held the
students chat in the cafe, fish in the ponds, watch porno movies in some
dormitories while the militant ones attend the lecture sessions to listen
to the Jihadis traveled from Dhaka in Dr Galib's van. By midday the
students head for home by train. The first thing they do after jumping
into the train is to change to lungi, open their lunch box and start
eating with one hand while scratching their released testicles with the
other. As the only regular class runs in the campus is Jamat-e-Islamis'
arms training program, most of the students are skilled in using knives,
slitting cows during the Korbani and the murtad's (teachers and students
without beards) all over the year. One of the traditions Dr Fakkar still
upholds despite living overseas for more than 30 years is not to undies
because he believes that the prerequisite for an independent mind is a
pair of swinging testicles.
Dr Fakkar got his job as a lecturer in the psychology dept of Rajshahi
University using of course more of his, or rather his, gangs' muscle (he
was a student leader) than the brain he might possibly have in his skull
beyond the space he has filled with plots and schemes. During the
liberation war, as per his anecdotal stories he is fond of telling in all
social meetings he attends, Dr Fakkar worked for the US government and was
well off living in a good hotel in Kolktata when millions of Bangalees
lived in the refugee camps and many leaders like Tajuddin Ahmed had to
sleep in the office of the provisional government and worked as an unpaid
volunteer. It is not quite sure what kind of job Dr Fakkar did during the
war for the Americans. But Americans were against the war. They even sent
7th Fleet in order to put pressure on India against supporting the
Bangladesh liberation war. Of course there were some people who worked for
the Americans especially the CIA like Mostak and Kamal Siddiqi and some
Awami Leaguer by the name of Qaiyum (Kissinger mentioned in his book).
Whether CIA connection or not it is quite obvious from Dr Fakkar's career
as an academic that he certainly had blessing from Uncle Sam because soon
after the war he got a scholarship in an American (Minnesota) university.
Dr Fakkar is an example of how the liberation war connection can be
exploited for social mobilization. A smart arse Dr Fakkar married the
daughter of a martyred intellectual to reap all the political favors
during the pro-liberation Mujib govt. A job in the university- the best
job for an unproductive brat-permanent without any commitment as the
universities are only open for less than a quarter of a year giving the
so-called academics play cards all day, doing stock business of paddy and
betel leaves. Position in the university is also great for creating social
connections. And a university without any intellectual exercise produces
students who due to their irremediable stupidity revere the idiots like Dr
Fakkar as priests. The guy, a former RU student, who introduced the writer
to Dr Fakkar insisted, in the first meeting, that the writer must not wear
shorts when visiting his 'sir. The dickhead lives in Sydney and failing to
pass his MBA works his arse off by pushing trolleys in the Officeworks.
However, following his higher degree in law from Minnesota University and
failing to get a teaching job in the US (CIA gets its overseas connections
into universities but don't let them teach the Americans) Dr Fakkar moved
to Australia. As soon as he arrived in Sydney he started propagating his
love for Mujib (although in private parties he often tells stories of
Mujib's idiocy and his daughter's imbecility). He immediately joined the
Mujib Sangha then headed and led by, ironically, a former member of NSF (a
pro-Pakistani student front comprising thugs and hooligans formed in order
to suppress the independence movement in the 60s). Osman Ali was an
unrefined Bangal who formed the association in order to redeem his crimes
he committed in the past being the member of a fascist party like NSF. But
as an expat Banglaee Ali was a true patriot. He spent all his time and
energy to organize the Bangalee community and promote the ideals of
liberation war. Unlike his peers who worked their arse off to make money
in order to be rich Ali died penniless leaving his widow in the housing
society. Plain spoken Bangal Ali was unaware of the shrewd fox he had been
associated with. Two shrewd men were lurking behind him to get hold of
what he was creating: one was Batku Mukherjee (a dumb technician with no
knowledge of Bangla culture, history and literature) who wanted the job in
the Bangla radio at SBS and the other was Dr Fakkar who wanted the
leadership of Mujib Sangha. Before his death due to cancer Ali told
Mukherjee that Dr Fakkar is a wolf in sheepskin and requested Mukherjee to
pass this message to the community so that Dr Fakkar can never be the
leader of Mujib Sangha.
In real life NSF goons are no match for Awami jackals. Khondokar Mostak is
the best example of it. He plotted with the CIA and with help from his
military nephew he killed all of the top Awami leaders that foiled his
pro-American coup during the liberation war: Mujib, Tajuddin, Nazrul
Islam, Kamruzzaman and Mansur Ali. It is an irony that the man who closely
resembles Mostak is working to perpetuate Mujib not Mostak. However, when
Huq was on his death bed Dr Fakkar made a few quick moves. He formed an
alliance with Mukherjee and one of the retarded Sheikh's living in Sydney.
Fakkar bought Mukherjee a barrel of scotch and assured him that he would
never expose intellectual incompetence in the community and promised the
Sheikh that he will always be on the stage giving speeches doesn't matter
how dull as long as Fakkar retains the chair of the organization. The deal
was done: Mukherjee became the head of the Bangla program at SBS, Sheikh
became the 2nd head of the organization and Fakkar the top boss.
For first five years the Bangalee community was duped by Fakkar's
charisma. Fakkar as head of the Mujib Sangha quickly made connections with
top Awami leaguers and the intellectuals such as Barrister Amirul Islam,
Asaduzzaman Noor, Muntassir Mamoon and so on. Whenever Fakkar goes to
Bangladesh he invites the big shots in his hotel room and buys them free
drink. Calls them every week to get inside information which he then sells
to the army and the opposition. In social meetings Fakkar talks about his
time with Bangladeshi big shots with improvisation. His fans grow in
number and Mujib Sangha gets more donations letting Fakkar to spend them
all on alcohol and airfare. He also does side business inviting
Bangladeshi artists for community programs. With every artist he invites
4-5 clients who travel to Australia under the guise of artist's aide and
never return home. From each client Fakkar makes a definite 500,000 takas.
The weakness that eventually questioned his leadership of Mujib Sangha was
the same weakness that resulted in the fall of dictator Ershad: woman. Dr
Fakkar's dick is as nifty as his tongue. Like any typical Bangalee man he
screwed all his maid servants during his youth and his female cousins
hardly left unscathed. During the war Dr Fakkar spent more time in
Sonagachhi screwing whores and arranging whores for other political
leaders with American money. During his stay in the US away from his wife
he screwed pretty much all kind of hookers. As he grew older his dick
softened but his lust escalated. One of the reasons he wanted to be the
head of Mujib Sangha is to be in touch with young girls during community
functions. Being gray haired and called a "professor" Fakkar could hug any
young girl and bestow on them his filial love while brushing his hands on
their arses and tits. Living with a tough but boring wife for 4 decades
only the touch and smell of young girls brings him hard-ons. All the year
round Fakkar avidly waits for the rehearsal sessions for community
programs when he can become a tiger in the green room.
The other folly Fakkar shared with the fellow Muslims of his age is his
love for big ass. His marriage yielded him many economic and political
opportunities. Son-in-law of a martyred intellectual gave him immense
credibility among the pro-liberation people. There are dozens of dickhead
academics in Sydney but due to his marriage he won the people's sympathy
that gave him an edge over his competitors for the chair of Mujib Sangha.
His wife, like most typical Bangladeshi wives who are too grateful to
their complacent hubbies Mrs. Fakkar being unaware of Fakkar's
subconscious desire, used to cry in public whenever requested to talk
about her father late. His wife tragic description elated Fakkar's stature
in public perception for his support of a martyr's family. But Fakkar
hated his wife for missing a big swell on her back under the waist.
Lust for big arse drew Fakkar to the wife of Mujib's killer. Colonel
Farook, the killer of Mujib, sent his wife, Farida Banu aka Tasmia to
Australia, the haven for war criminals and Nazis. The racist immigration
minister Philip Ruddok, loves yuppies, the Nazis and the brown/yellow
skins if they have lots of money to fill his coffers. After World War II
the Czech Nazis came to settle down in Australia. The Germans couldn’t
because Israeli secret service Mosad has been very strong and the Jewish
lobby being enormously rich is very powerful in Australia. But the lesser
Nazis and war criminals swarmed to Australia. Serbian, Khmer, Chilean war
criminals and rich army officers live in Australia. Kazi Zafar who nicked
millions of dollars from Bangladesh and owns houses in London and New York
besides his enormous Swiss bank-accounts lived in Sydney for a while as
refugee costing the Australian tax payers thousands of dollars for his
treatment while the Bangladeshi freedom fighters who fled to Australia
fearing the killing by the secret govt forces and Islamist terrorist have
been put in prison as illegal immigrants.
Farook sent his wife to Australia because he wanted to invest his money
somewhere safe and somewhere it grows. Although those bastards in Mostak's
gang propagated that they killed Mujib for Islam, the fact is they got a
lot of money from CIA and Bhutto to kill Mujib and his key associates.
Bhutto wanted to avenge the Paki loss in 1971. In 1975 bastard Bhutto was
the real winner: in 71 he kicked out his rival Yahya and in 1975 his arch
enemy Mujib. The war was thrust upon Bangladesh because of Bhuttos's lust
for power. However, Rashid sent Farida Banu, his sister-in-law, to
Australia and he lived in Europe because it's easy to lobby and network in
Europe. Besides the hookers in Amsterdam are more plump plus he knows very
well that if he hangs around his sister-in-law in Sydney Farida Banu won't
be able to hook up old lechers like Fakkar or Mahiuddin or Dr Sharif. So
as soon as Rashid's wife came in she bought a few properties with cash and
opened a travel agency. Fakkar lusted after her body and her money.
Col Farook's wife is generally rejected by the Bangladeshi community
except for a few Pakiminded rich Bangladeshis. Dr Fakkar, driven by his
lust, took a few initiatives to rehabilitate Farook's whore in the
community. First of all he invited her in the fair organized by Mujib
Sangha for Bangla New Year’s festival. The presence of Farook's whore
caused a hiccup in the community: the freedom fighters and the hard core
Awami leaguers protested Fakkar's move. They threatened to split. Deserted
by some his close partners (of whisky and gambling) Dr Fakkar made a move
to promote himself as a secular intellectual. He tied up with Fakre Alam
and helped him publish his magazine "Abaho". In Abaho, Fakkar started
writing using a pen name "Aprakash Chaudhury" in favor of the whore. His
argument was in abroad all Bangladeshis, whether killers or collaborators,
should be united forgetting all the difference they may possibly have had
back home. What a remarkable pacifism for an ardent follower of Mujib in
support of Mujib's killer! Lot of Bangladeshis was amazed by the profusion
of such a Gandhist trait in a lecher like Fakkar. A Hindu journalist
however wasn't fooled and started writing about Fakkar's secret plot.
Fakkar was pissed of and wrote an article defaming the journalist and
called upon the Muslim Sydneysiders to boycott the malaun (infidel) who
married a Muslim woman. Fakkar's goons threatened the journalist saying
that they would remove his foreskin if he didn't shut up and Fakre Alam
wrote an editorial in Abaho justifying the bashing of Hindus with shoes
after Ju'mmah prayer. The journalist was then so much scandalized and so
badly boycotted that he left Australia for USA.
However Farida Banu successfully achieved everything she wanted to achieve
from Fakkar by waving her arse a little before Fakkar's nose. Fakkar's
Mujib Sangha doesn't do anything but making money hiring celebratees from
Dhaka. Fakkar also became a partner in Farida Banu's business and put his
halfwit gay son into her business as an employee. The travel agency was a
tramp card for Fakkar. He could bring any politicians or singers from
Bangladesh with a free ticket from the travel agency for cultural
functions in Sydney that was otherwise a self promotion for him. Without
being a freedom fighter and secretly sabotaging the independent war Fakkar
the old fox became a champion of Mujib and liberation war.
Now after long 15 years Fakkar is losing his ground and his popularity
went down the train. The only people he is surrounded by are his pet dog,
Khair Ali who managed to have his tough PhD after 10 years of
masturbation, his partner in Kacchu, Sheikh Modasser, Hasina's retarded
cousin, a few doctorates who are on dole because they can't get a job with
their 30 years old degree. Dr Patwari his rival gave him a big kick on his
saggy butt and took most of his supporters to his faction. His old mate
being in Nirmul Committee made it difficult for Fakkar to bring artists to
Sydney. Everybody in Dhaka is now aware of Fakkar's debauchery. Unable to
get anybody from Dhaka Fakkar is currently trying to get artists and high
profile people from overseas. By the time of this writing Fakkar is heard
trying to get Taslima Nasrin and his associate Dr Takhibun who was a
childhood friend of Taslima is lobbying hard to get Taslima to Sydney.
Due to the growing awareness in the Bangladeshi community in Sydney about
Fakkar's debauchery Fakkar has been progressively losing his supporters.
Actually apart from his core group of sycophants Fakkar has not been able
to get even a single man to join his group in last five years. His core
group comprises a bunch of superseded doctorates: Dr Bad Mess Khan; Dr
Khadmul Gayeb who wasted 12 years of Australian taxpayers' money to obtain
his PhD in agriculture, Sheikh Wanker; Dr Bilkis Banu and her formidable
husband Dr Hikmot Ali PhD.
One of his Fakkar's great tricks are to give reception of high profile
Bangladeshis in his home and get it published by two of his top Chamchas:
Fakre Alam and Danta Gopal Das. As soon as Fakkar hears of the news of the
arrival of any dignitary’s he rings up and introduces him as a professor
of Sydney University and the head of Mujib Sangha. Unaware of Fakkar's
scheme the dignitary most often accepts Fakkar's invitation. Next day
Fakkar right hand Dr Khademul Gayeb picks the dignitary up and drives him
to Fakkar's home. Fakkar quickly gathers his teammates Dr Bad Mess Khan,
Dr Bilkis Banu, Dr Hikmot Ali PhD and a few other dickheads from his
group. As soon as the dignitary enters into Fakkar's house Dr Bilkis Banu
recieves him with flowers. Then they have a chat with a lot of food bought
in bulk from Cordina chiken shop. Fakre turns up with his camera and takes
photos. Next day the news of Fakkar's reception becomes the heading of
Fakre Alam's website ScrewSyndey.com. And by the next week, thanks to
Danta Gopal Das, the news of Dr Fakkar's reception gets talked about among
the readers of the Daily Janakantha. Doing nothing in reality but with
help from his two pets, Fakre and Danta, Dr Fakkar becomes an instant hit
while the organizers of other pro-liberation organizations work days and
nights to organize public meetings to condemn the human rights abuse of
the govt formed by the anti-liberation forces.
The worst blemishes Dr Fakkar had on his character was not protesting the
Australian visit of notorious war criminal Saidi. Except for his pet Mujib
Sangha all the pro-liberation organizations and forums in Sydney protested
against Saidi's visit. There was an all party meeting which Dr Fakkar did
not attend. Worse still his pet Haradhan Pannu tried to subvert the all
party meeting on Fakkar's secret instruction. The all party organizers
then launched a signature campaign where most of the Bangladeshis signed
protesting Saidi's visit to Australia. Dr Fakkar and his pet bunch of 'dogtorates'
did not sign. Not only that Fakkar had his top chamcha Fakre Alam write
article in Abaho softselling Saidi's profile as an Islamic preacher.
Fakkar's student Binte Hakkan took Saidi's interview which was also
published in Abaho. In one of the discussion sessions during Saidi's trip
in Australia Saidi's role during the liberation war was discussed. In that
discussion Fakre and Binte Hakkan was stressing the fact that there was
not enough documents against Saidi's war crime. Practicing Machiavellian
Dr Fakkar did not say either for or against Saidi's role in the war. A
young student was writing the minutes of the session. When the minute was
circulated on the internet Fakre and Binte Hakkan were pissed off. Binte
Hakkan and her hubby Habla Hamid quit the forum the next day. Fakre also
threatened to quit. But over smart Dr Fakkar kept his mouth shut and
started pulling the thread from behind the screen. On his instigation
Fakre visited the student's house late at night with the convener of the
discussion forum. Fakre asked the student to apologize. The student told
him to piss off. Next day Fakre again visited the student's house. This
time he threatened him with legal action. Fakre was told on his chubby
face to get the hell out of the student's house. The third night Fakre
went again and requested the student to take his name off the meeting
because he was worried that the mention of Fakre's name as a critic of
Saidi might jeopardize his daughter marital prospect. Out off compassion
the student took Fakre's name off and re-circulate the minute. But it was
by no means the end of the story. Dr Fakkar instigated Fakre, his top
chamcha to mobilize his group against the student. The student then
applied for the Australian residence. To jeopardize his PR application
Fakre took the members of his gang, the patrons of Taliban Cricket Club,
to the immigration dept to lobby against the students PR application.
Luckily the Australian dept of immigration wasn't convinced by the appeal
of a bunch of semi-retarded pig headed stupids. Nobody knew except for the
student that Dr Fakkar was the man behind all the drama.
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Fakre Alam Fakre's biography
should be a must read for all the aspiring Bangladeshi youth (of americano
mastano species) who join Apex, Lions' and Rotary clubs to go to America
instead of Middles East. .
Born of a Muslim leaguer ghati family in the 40s (although his official
birth certificate shows 1960 or may be later like her dumb muse Khaleda
whose massive arse is still a source of inspiration for Fakre in his mid
60s ). Fakre wasn't sent to school until he was 17 years old. No
body doubted him because he was only 4'2" in his late teen. He had a thick
head which made his mum blush in shame. But when he was sent to school he
did really well naturally being 10 years older than his class mates.
Fakre had no predictable future apart from being a village dickhead
running a tea stall or being an Imam of a mosque because his dad's
influence in the village. But his dad Hashmot Ali is smarter than he
looks. He managed his wife's brother's sister's husband's nephew, a
dubious leftist, to send Fakre to Hungary. Hashmot Ali is a Muslim
Leaguer with a Jamati heart. He helped the Pakis to get hold of freedom
fighters and kill them and pick up the Hindu girls and rape them. One
thing Hashmot Ali does still regret that he could not manage to rape any
of the girls he handed over to his razakar mates as a gift to his Paki
masters. It wasn't that he did not have the opportunity to rape one or two
(the less pretty and older ones) of the hundred of girls Hasmot helped
kidnap from the Hindu part of the Rajshahi city. But the reason he did
not rape them was he was too scared of his hunky wife Halema. Because
Halema was too clever and kept watching him all the time. It was due to
Halema's eagle eye that the maid servants in Hashmot residence were
always safely virgin. Halema used to check out every night, irrespective
of their routine and boring copulation, putting her hands under his lungi
that the old sod did not put his prick around. If any night it failed to
respond to her touch up Halema used to bash the shit out of Hashmot by beating him with
all the utensils she could lay her hands off.
This is why Hashmot was pissed on Fakre because Fakre was the one who used
to screw the maid servants in the house. But Halema did not mind Fakre
rubbing his hands on the tits and asses of the maid servants she had. This
liberty made Fakre sexual precocious leaning towards pervertion..
However Fakre was sent to Hungary to study business as his result was too
poor to get him to study Engineering or medicine. So Fakre finished his
Bachelor's in Business from Hungary. He did not have to study much because
he had a dexterous tongue, to compensate his small dick, to make happy all
the saggy bitchy teachers in his institute. Fakre made more money cutting
onions in Sylheti restaurants in London. One thing he learned really good
from his dad Hashmot Ali was manners and soft talking. It helped him a
great. Sweetly said stupid things is Fakre's key to social success.
While in Hungary Fakre's sweet talk infatuated a Hungarian girl so much
that he hooked her forever and still after thirty years she is with him.
But Fakre married her not for her beauty or money. His reasons for
marrying her is: to have a white wife is a prestigious thing. But marrying
a white wife is expensive and risky. Expensive because they love money
and prefers wallet than dick (of the husbands, not of the hunks in the club
or the home visiting plumbers and carpenters). Risky because they want fucks at least
five times a week which Fakre with his protruding tummy can never live up
to. So Fakre decided to have an Eastern European white women because they
are as obliging as the Indian women. Fakre also wanted to have white kids.
His dad, Hashmot, always worshipped the British sahibs and borrowed
English books from library despite being illiterate in English only to
perv at the tall bare legs of the British memsahibs. When the British
were gone Hashmot Ali started licking the arses of the fairer Pakis. So
Fakre shared the same fantasy Hashmot Ali had.
A white wife also gives him social distinction. While the wives of his
colleagues are little prettier than the maid servants except being
enormously fat, Fakre takes pride in the massive white flesh his wife
carries around. Fakre made quite a lot of money cutting onions in Indian
restaurants run by the Sylhetis and selling smuggled jeans, whisky and
marijuana to he Russians. With the money he used to buy expensive gifts
such as caviar and lingerie to hook up a Hungarian girl.
Back home Fakre managed a job in ICBCR . For a couple of years he had
charms riding vespa with his white wife. Then a great opportunity came.
ICBCR organized a training program for its staff including Fakre. They
were sent to UK. Fakre was very happy. While in UK he made money again
cutting onions. As soon as the training was over Fakre applied for
migration to Australia and within a year Fakre showed his index finger to ICBCR
and left for Sydney.
He chalked out a plan as soon as he landed in Sydney with immigration
stamp. Went to the public libraries and watched all the free documentaries
he could lay his hands on. Unable to read books in English Fakre found it
very easy to watch documentaries and memorizing all the important parts.
He was determined, already in his late forties, to appear as a community
intellectual within next ten years. Fakre saved quite a good amount of
money by sticking halal food (which means outdated chooks sold in dozens
from a shabby western suburb shop). And hooked up with the Jamatis in
town. The Jamatis were looking for a guy like Fakre for some time. And
Fakre was looking around to hook up with some elites in he community.
Jamatis are generally elites. They are privileged back home and well
connected. Migration was easy for them because most of the visa officers
in the western countries are Jamati memebrs. And they made sure that most
of the Jamati members and supporters can migrate.
Talented guy
Fakre quickly hooked up with Chappal. Chappal was then the chair
of Kaligonj Migrant Resource Centre. Nobody wants that kind of daggy, boring
and unpaid job.
But Chappal is a dedicated Jamat operative. He loves the job because it
gives him status in the community. Chairperson, Chappal loves the
designation, because
all the dickheads in the community respect positions-a legacy of 200 years
of colonial rule. The other reason chappal likes this unpaid job because
he can use his position to get Jamati people jobs in MRCs. Chappal liked
Fakre. Not because he is gay but because a friendship with Fakre allows
him to be around his pulp white wife. Fakre hates his own wife. This 3'5" sack
of rotten eggplants the one found in tonnes around Mymensingh train
station Chappal married to get enough money to go to middles East and also
because her cousin was a big shot in the air force. Chappal was so bored
fucking this piece of mash potato that even two packs of viagra fail to give him a hard on. But every
time Chappal visits Fakre and sits around his wife he has to masturbate
twice as soon as he takes leave of her. Some time Chappal gets so horny
that he wanks in his car. So
infatuated Chappal gives Fakre's wife a job in the MRC. Fakre was very
happy. He is a rich man now. Forty grand a year just to get his wife
talking to Chappal. Hip hip hurray.
Within a short time he bought a house in the south western suburb. And
Fakre was lucky. Soon the real estate boomed in Sydney. Fakre sold his
house in Fairfield and bought a house in Castle Hill where Chappal lives.
Castle hill is one of the poshest areas for the Bangladeshis, not in Sydney by
any means. Mostly they flock to either Eastlakes (when they do all the odd
jobs after arrival in Sydney) and then moves to Minto or further down and
buy a house with Islamic loans. Fakre is smart. He bought a house in
castle hils. The reasons Fakre moved there are: to be part of the Jamati clique living in the neighborhood; to increase his profile by
improving his status (he wanna rid of his vespa ridden past); to emerge as
an intellectual (inviting other fake but noisy intellectuals for dinner in a house can
quickly buy him a place among the fake intellectual infested Bangladeshi
community)
But to emerge as an antel (Bangla derogatory word for showy
intellectualism) one has to be controversial first, like say, Shafiq
Rehman who first wrote stories about extramarital affairs (his mates in UK
says he is only capable of reading cheap porno's) to become famous. So Fakre
tried to be controversial. In the first dinner he gave a theory
about the demerits of masturbating using ghee. The Muslim wankers in
Bangladeshi community used to rub honey (mainly outdated home brand ones
they bought from Flemington Market for 25 cents each) on their dicks as
advised by
Mohammad (as narrated by Saidi in his uras). The Hindu wankers however
rubbed ghees because they believe that it was what Krishna used to rub to
satisfy ten gopies at once. Ghee, as they believe, keeps the extra bit of
skin softer. Fakre however came out with a theory that ghee is better
because it is more effective and long term rubbing of ghee makes dick as
thick as his tummy. To give it a twist Fakre added that Mohammad did not
use ghee because he being a poor man did not afford ghee. This comment of
Fakre created a sensation in the community. Fakre became famous overnight
and all the established antels applauded Fakre.
Fakre's controversiality wasn't by no means confined to the Bangladeshi
community only. In the 2000 election Fakre emerged as a monarchy
enthusiast. The
right wing parties grabbed him and put Fakre's pro-monarchist statement in
the election leaflet and circulated in those communities dominated by snub
nosed and brown skins. The rightwing dickheads guaranteed that his wife
will forever be an employee in the MRC and when MRC is closed she will be
given a job in the immigration dept.
Fakre's critique of Mohammad's use of honey for genital enlargement
rendered him acceptance in the pro-liberation faction of the community
headed by ABDUR FAKKAR who admired Fakre for having a white wife with big
ass and put Fakre in the top of his guest-list despite Fakre's being a BNP
supporter (Fakkar is a loud fan of Mujib). Thus hailed by both the Jamatis and the Awamis
Fakre started his new project: publication of his own monthly newspaper
Abaho. Fakre was the head of the editorial board of Abaho. The main
objective of Abaho was to vilify and curse Hindus and subtly rehabilitate
the Jamatis especially the war criminals. In one of the articles Fakre
wrote, using a pen name Shaikhul Hadis, that why the loud Hindu duo,
columnist Haradhan Pal and Dantagopal Das should be publicly slapped in
the mosque after Friday's juma prayer because of their refusal to chop
off their foreskins and writing about Khaleda-Faloo's lovemaking which
they believe are tarnishing the image of Bangladesh.
Fakre also hired a cow (a Bangladeshi foreign female student) named Fahrin
to write in Abaho propagating Islamic values: such as why Jinnah instead
of Mujib (who did not fight but was locked up in prison) should be called
the father of Bangladesh; why Bangladeshi women should not report to the
councilors if bashed by their husbands because Allah will grant them the
privilege in heaven so that they can voyeur how their limp-dick hubbies will screw 70 houries and innumerable ghilmans (young boys) non stop day and night; how
cohesive their marriages are divorce rates being so low compared to the
Aussies; wives, who leave their daggy hubbies for young Lebanese men
because they never had an orgasm in the odd thirty years of their married
life, will be barbequed in hell for 7 million xeons and so on. Fakre also
subtly used Abaho to rehabilitate the war criminals. Bakteh Nazara is the
top interviewer of Fakre's news paper. Bakteh's responsibility was to cut
and paste goss from Purnima, the Jamati weekly which had nothing but sassy
rape stories and photos of busty bollywood extras. The insiders say that
those photos are used to give hard-ons to the unfed daggy mullahs in the
madrassas. Purnima is responsible for the epidemic of rape and
molestations of boys in Bangladeshi madrassas. When Saidi, the notorious
war criminal and bi-sexual mullah, visited Sydney Bakteh went to interview
him. Putting 3 kilos of make up on her face and shoving a cushion in her
bra to highlight her cleavage Bakteh went to the Hyat hotel where Saidi
stayed as a state guest of a country who he fought against in 1971.
Bakteh's first question after giving Saidi a blow job (Bakteh's fantasy
was to hold between her lips the dick that screwed so many Hindu women
during the war and so many whores and society girls in last thirty years) was 'Is there any
evidence against your war crime?'. Wiping Bakteh's lipstick off his saggy
doodle Saidi said 'no'. Next day Fakre wrote the editorial of Abaho
highlighting Saidi's vast knowledge about Islam and his great contribution
in Bangladeshi community.
Fakre was doing great: fooling the liberals as well as the Islamists. His atheist
image earned credibility in the liberal camp while his pro-Islamist
activism was benefiting the Jamatis and neo-Muslim leaguers-BNP. All the
dumb Bangladeshis, irrespective of their political allegiance, was duped
by Fakre. But the problem came from Middle East. Damn bin-Laden blew up
twin towers. Fakre should have been happy because US policy was serving
the Islamists better. Guys like Fakre have been milking the US system for
decades: living on Australian money they were serving Islam. What a great
opportunity. 9/11 raised a tremor in Fakre's world. ASIO, the Australian
military intelligence, started sniffing around the Islamists living in
Australia. Fakre was in great trouble. He took a month of went to the
mountains. Like Mohammed Fakre only get inspiration when he is with
himself in a cave and masturbating. Masturbation is great: he doesn't have
to act as a gymnast to please his hungry wife. He was so worried about
giving his wife orgasm that it turned his hair gray. Only he was relieved
when he invested a grand for a massive computerized vibrator.
So Fakre went to Rockly mountain and kept on masturbating with the
imported ghee from Hariana. After a month of wanking he had a great idea
about retaining his status as an intellectual and fooling ASIO. He closed
Abaho and sold the registration for free to Bakteh because Bakteh used to
give him blow jobs while working on Abaho late once every month.
Bin Laden actually made Fakre more popular in the community and accorded
him a place he never dreamt of. After two months following his secluded
wanking in the rocky mountain, Fakre launched a web site named
Australia.bangla.com. Fakre met all the liberal writers and columnists and
requested them to write on his site. Took two loud liberals to striptease
club and bought them two VAT69 each. One of them was Dantagopal Das and
the other one was Hekmat Ali Bayati. Dantagopal Das being an arse licker
he was isolated when his friend Haradan moved to USA to be an academic. He
tried a few camps but nobody liked a shrew with a set of protruding teeth
reeking bad odor. Dantagopal Das was overwhelmed by Fakre's offer. First
of all he never saw a topless (being computer illiterate he can't surf
internet porn sites and can't go to beach because of his skinny wife who
threatened him that if he does she'd tell everyone that can't have
erections) blonde alive prior to his trip to the striptease club with
Fakre. So finishing two VAT69s at once Dantagopal Das started writing on Fakre's site. Dantagopal
Das writes weird stories about the Aussies: aussies kick their old parents out of their house because they are old;
aussie parents don't love their kids; all aussie women regret their having
many men in their lives; the aussies are un-cultured and are
intellectually dumb; and so on.
Bayati is a loud liberal, a champion of liberation war. An agriculturist
by profession, Bayati never writes about the agricultural problem. Like
all the antels in the community he writes about topics he barely
understands: Islamic values, ethics, morality, politics, literature. He is
very loud when he talks. He worships his father-in-law. He strongly
believes that Bangladesh won the liberation war not because of the
leadership of Tajuddin Ahmed but because of the yelling and shouting his
father-in-law made on the radio. But his yelling and shouting ebbed
because another academic became the the president of AngaBanga council. So Bayati
grabbed Fakre's offer because he thought he can promote his talent as an antel on Fakre's site which every single dickhead living in Sydney reads.
Abaho turned out to be super duper hit. Fakre did not need much promotion
to do. All he did was to go to every Bangladeshi community programs for
six months and take photos and put it on his website. The photos of those
pig like fat-arse dickos gave them instant orgasms when they saw their
deformed fleshy body on the website. Fakre's site caused a big commotion
in the city like Ershad's poetry conference. Dickheads from all corner of
the country pretended to be poets and attended Ershad's poetry conference.
Reportedly 5,000 poets, goddamnit, showed up and read out their trashy
poetry two hours each. Ershad was so excited that he wanted to open a new
party with all those poets. The only reason he couldn't do it was his
consort's opposition to it because among those 5,000 dopies she did not
find anyone she could fuck. So Fakre's website created the similar
sensation in Sydney. All the illegal, cabbies, dollies started writing in
Fakre's site to attain social status for matrimonial purposes. Fakre
became a super star. Wearing jeans on his porky tummy and a hat to hide
his expanding baldness Fakre became the Ziaur Rahman of Australia. Every
body forgot that Fakre was the key person behind hosting Saidi in
Australia; that he organize to collect funds to help the jamati terrorists
home; that he works to make Khaleda regime look great in overseas. |
