Akhtar Javad was not a real musla.
So Allah told him to clean latrines in the heaven
for Vish KhopDa and his 32 beautiful virgins.
"But Vish KhopDa is a Hindu, " so objectedAkhtar.
"So what, " said Allah, "he's a real good Hindu and you
a bad fake musla like many other Paki fake muslas
descendants of Hindu untouchables - sweepers and jamadaars
who converted to Islam to get favors from Muslim rulers.
Moreover, I am Allah for all. But I love those most who are
real, like Vish khopDa and not unreal, fake muslas, so called
hindi muslas and despised all over in the Arabic world."
"I wish I were a real Hindu like my grand grandfather, " regretted Akhtar Javad.
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