Abdul is a 34 year old simple, unassuming, Allah-fearing man. He has done M.A. in English literature. He is passionate about cricket and medieval history of India. He reads namaz five times daily and wishes to perform Hajj someday. He stands for a secular India.
Abdul’s day starts with listening to Azaan that says that Allah is the greatest and that nobody should be prayed other than Allah. He prides himself in following the only true God. He goes for namaz at the mosque next door. The mosque is centuries-old and its lower walls remind him of Islamic triumphalism over kufr. He loves that his forefathers always left at least one wall or some other remnant of the erstwhile temple intact while building mosque over it. Kafirs must know that their gods are powerless and false.
Inside mosque, Abdul performs ablution at a fountain. He knows that this fountain is believed to be a shivling by Hindus. Washing his dirty feet there fills him with unspeakable pride.
After reading namaz, Abdul listens to moulvi saheb who informs that a Rohingya family that has entered India needed shelter and money. He promises to contribute Rs. 5,000 to their cause. He hardly earns Rs. 40,000 per month but he is always there for such noble cause. He loves to help displaced refugees and has generously helped Bangladeshi families in past.
Amidst this, he reminds to himself that he may get late for the work. He has a shop named “Shree Radhe Sweets” that sells prasadm laddu, flowers and other puja items inside a temple premise. Since devotees start thronging to the temple from early morning, he must hasten. He reaches back to home, simply eats boiled eggs prepared by his wife, puts on a rose perfume (itr) and immediately starts for temple shop on his Royal Enfield. He can take bath later in the evening.
His shop is at a prime location inside the temple premise where he wears kalava and tilak and chants Jai Mata Di to his fellow shopkeepers. They address him as Guddu bhaiya. His fellow shopkeepers hold him in high regard and praise him as a model for Hindu-Muslim unity. He wears a condescending grin knowing fully well what he is doing: Al-taqiyya (lying and deception).
Once inside his shop, he blesses flowers and laddus by taking Allah’s names and then spitting on them. He does it in private as the bigoted kaffir Hindus won’t understand its significance. He recalls big uproar last year only when cases like this came to light. There was a demand that Muslims should not be allowed to set up shops inside temple premises. However, thanks to the Almighty Allah, that Supreme Court of India intervened. He loves Supreme Court. Abdul loves idea of India.
Abdul has interest in underage girls visiting temple. He attempts to strike conversation with them by chanting Jai Mata Di or cracking random jokes. He knows underage girls are impressionable. Kaffir girls are for the taking anyways. After all, the only true kitaab tells him that Hindus are the worst of creatures and ordains him to either kill or convert these dirty infidels. He knows trick. He has earlier used same tricks to make Lavanya Kumari fall in love with him. Lavanya is now known as Fauzia and is Abdul’s second wife.
Lavanya was just 15 when Abdul married her three years ago. He had come across love of his life, Lavanya aka Fauzia, when she visited his temple shop one afternoon. He introduced himself as Guddu Shukla. Soon Abdul’s younger sister Chhutki and Lavanya became best of the friends. When Lavanya’s parents came to know of the affair, Abdul revealed his identity and persuaded her to convert as well if she really loved him. This way they could legally marry despite Lavanya still being a minor then. He
thanks High courts of India that actually has made it possible for Muslims to override POSCO act and let a Muslim man marry a girl child.
Soon thereafter, Abdul divorced his first wife, aged 29, by uttering ‘talaq talaq talaq’ on WhatsApp as he suspected her of infidelity. He has 2 children from first wife and 1 from Lavanya. He harbours an innocuous dream of having more children than his father who had 6 children from 3 wives.
Abdul closes the shop at around 11:45. As it is very hot outside, Abdul has offered ride to a girl who visited the temple. After dropping her to her hostel, he takes off his kalawa and tilak and pauses to read namaz on a busy road. Train sound at a nearby railway station causes daily nuisance to namaz. So the people gathered for namaz decide to discuss this out with station master. However, intolerant Hindu station master is not ready to mute train sound at namaz times. So they sabotage the railway premises and loot its AC, stabilizer and cash. While leaving, they threaten to stone trains if sound is not muted during namaz times.
On his way back home, Abdul thinks about beef biriyani that he had instructed Lavanya to cook. He had bought buffalo meat yesterday from Jafar’s slaughterhouse. He buys meat only from Muslims because only a Muslim butcherer is well-versed in the ritual of slaughtering animals according to halal. Jafar knows how to make deep incision to the throat of animal such that it cuts jugular veins and carotid artery while keeping spinal cord intact ensuring the animal is alive during the draining of blood. Although inhumanly painful, yet, it is good for animal as it gets a chance to get sacrificed in the name of Allah, the only true God. Moreover, Jafar utters Bismillah-e-Rahman-Rahim during the whole process. This way the animal’s existence is put to some good use.
Abdul takes bath and sits on dining table expecting beef biriyani. However, Lavanya aka Faujia serves him with chicken biriyani instead. Lavanya says she could not muster up nerves to cook beef as it was never cooked in her parent’s house. Abdul gets angry that this erstwhile kaffir girl has not yet been trained enough in Islamic ways. He abuses and slaps Lavanya. He knows that in order to be a good husband, he has to be a wife-beater as mandated in the Book.
After lunch, Abdul heads for district court. Some Muslim man has married an underage Hindu girl. But her parents objected to it and complained it to police. So, the matter has reached to court. Maulvi sahib had talked about it in the morning and requested Muslims to gather in court afternoon to give moral support to Muslim family. He knows their large presence at court will dissuade girl’s family to go against girl’s will. He loves to do social service.
It is evening and Abdul has returned to home. He finds time to check social media. He runs two accounts on Twitter: ‘Muslim Against Hate’ and ‘Smash Brahmin Patriarchy’. With ‘Muslims Against Hate’, he tweets about innocent Muslims being beaten by Hindu goons; tweets that Sonakshi Sinha must now also be converted to Islam so that her marriage is sharia-compliant; prays to Allah to give strength to Palestinians; curses Ahmadiyyas and Shias; hails Akhilesh Yadav’s message of love and likens him to his beloved Tipu Sultan. He denounces Israeli minister’s visit to Al-Aqsa mosque. With ‘Smash Brahmin Patriarchy’, Abdul wears social reformist cap. He tweets supporting women’s entry at Sabarimalai temple; writes how Jallikattu and Kambala amount to animal cruelty; rues India’s falling ranking in Hunger Index and Democracy Index; quotes Babasaheb Ambedkar criticising Hindusim; posts pics of his favourite dish beef curry to heckle bourgeoisie Hindus. He then makes his small monthly contribution to The Scroll and The Wire. He knows these principled media houses are bulwarks against authoritarianism. Abdul stands for a liberal democratic India.
After scrolling social media, Abdul watches highlights of 2017 ICC Champions Trophy final. He is quite passionate about cricket. He loves Virat Kohli, Mohammed Siraj and Babar Azam. In his childhood, he
used to be the biggest fan of Shahid Afreedi. His love for cricket knows no national boundary. In his opinion, a good cricketer is a good cricketer whether he is from India or Pakistan or Bangladesh. However, he did not watch 2024 T20I World Cup final as the Indian team was not inclusive enough. He actually hoped for defeat of Indian team in final because it was composed of weak, vegetarian and effeminate Hindus. Abdul wished team to also include Md. Siraj as well. He stands for an inclusive cricket team. Abdul stands for an inclusive India.
Abdul has had yet another satisfying day. He has done his bit to strengthen Ummah. Someday, inshallah, Islam’s flag will fly over his beloved India. Tomorrow he has to accompany Waqf surveyors to a 1500-year old temple site that Waqf has laid claim on. He knows that large numbers, as a measure of solidarity, will intimidate these temple usurpers to vacate the site without any ruckus. After all, waqf is Allah’s land. And once Allah’s land, always Allah’s land. He remembers these golden words of High Court and closes his eyes for a satisfying slumber.
(Views expressed are personal)
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