"Allah sir, My granpa, an Indian Hindu cobbler, became a musla
to have 32 virgins in heaven for him and his scions.
How come my reverand Allah, you give 64 virgins to Vish Khopra and to me none? "
"Shut up, you fake musla", said Allah. "Vish Khopra on his way to jannat pleased me
truly believing in me and became a musla. So I'll reward him with all virgins and leave none for fake muslas like your selves." Thus reprimanded Allah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem