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If you were one of the unfortunate victims of the deranged and vicious attack on the Christian community in Lahore a couple of months back, chances are that you are one of those really few people in Pakistan who still hasn’t applied the forgive and forget, or rather forget, policy related to the whole event. You were there; you know the whole story. No one else knows the cold, piercing fear that impaled your heart the night the police and then a mob gathered at the house of the accused. How you and your whole community were forced to flee, fearing the worst. The worst, which you’d been imagining too demented to actually happen. And then the sense of unreality that gripped you as you stared in horror at the ashes of what had once been something that belonged to you; at the charred roads and black smoke that encompassed what had once been your home; and the only thought running through your mind was:

You: What did I ever do to deserve this?

And then along comes one of the many people responsible for the burnings; the man of the hour, here to rescue you from the plight of your endless/conclusion-less pondering.

Deranged maniacs: You committed blasphemy. You insulted our Prophet (S.A.W).

You: But… I did not do anything.

Deranged maniac: Well, one of you did. You all had to be taught a lesson.

You: But the man who committed the actual blasphemy got arrested! Isn’t that lesson enough?

Deranged maniac: Pah! You’d like to think so, wouldn’t you? But it’s not as simple as that. In matters as serious as this, a stronger statement is always needed.

You: So basically, if one of us committed a blasphemous act, you deemed it fit to burn down the entire Christian community? Punish all for the crime of one? Just to send a ‘statement’?

Deranged maniac: Blasphemy is a very serious crime in our religion, boy. It must be dealt with a punishment as severe as the crime itself.

You: I don’t really get how the severity of one man committing blasphemy and that of burning down an entire community match up…

Deranged maniac: Spare me the clever talk, boy. You tell me this: what is your problem with our religion? We’re willing to live in peace with you Christians, but you’re not making that entirely possible, are you?

You: Oh, oh, so you’re calling punishing all of us brutally for one person’s crime ‘living in peace’?

Deranged maniac: Why are you portraying it like that? We’re the actual victims here!

You: You’re the victims here? HOW?

Deranged maniac: You heard me. We’re the actual victims here, just as we always are. Victims of your propagandas, always targeting our religion. This was merely a way to defend ourselves.

You: You burn down the entire Christian community to defend yourself?

Deranged maniac: That was the only way. For a strong statement was needed to keep you people in check, since you obviously can’t do that yourself. I repeat: blasphemy is a VERY serious crime in our religion.

You: Are you implying that we should keep a check on EVERYONE here and stop them from committing a crime; else it’s hell for all of us? That’s impossible.

Deranged maniac: (shrugs) Then deal with the consequences. Remember: as you sow, so shall you reap.

You: So you’re actually defending the mindless atrocity of your actions.

Deranged maniac: I stand by what happened. You deserved it.

You: Deserve – what, HOW? Okay, let me explain the situation to you in very simple words. Suppose a person committed a robbery. The punishment for that in Islam is that the hand of the one responsible gets cut off, right?

Deranged maniac: (nods vigorously) Yes.

You: Okay. So if a person steals, do you cut his hand off, or do you go and cut off the hands of his entire family as well?

Deranged maniac: Only the person who stole would be punished. Why his family? Islam is a very fair and just religion.

You: Exactly. So isn’t ours the same case? If a person commits blasphemy – what’s the penalty for blasphemy in Islam again?

Deranged maniac: (sourly) Death.

You: Exactly. So if a person commits blasphemy, would you not have him sentenced to death? Why burn all of our belongings and possessions down as well?

Deranged maniac: (growing frustrated) These two are completely different things!

You: HOW, pray tell? Or are you implying that blasphemy is a special case in Islam where you are allowed to take the law into your own hands and inflict whatever punishment you deem fit on the criminal?

Deranged maniac: Of course not. Islam is just.

You: Is it really? Your actions certainly suggest otherwise. Or maybe that’s because there IS no penalty for blasphemy in Islam, and you don’t know what to do about it!

Deranged maniac: (growing increasingly frustrated) There is. Stop insulting our religion.

You: I’m not insulting anything; I’m only pointing out what seems evident. Is it the fact that there is a penalty for blasphemy in Islam; you just don’t know what it is and thus decided to act of your own accord?

Deranged maniac: (suppressed anger) Are you implying that we are ignorant of the ways of our religion? Because if that’s the case –

You: Well, it’s either that, for I refuse to believe that considering how ‘perfect’ and ‘just’ Islam is, as you keep reiterating, it would allow something as senseless and unjust as this.

Deranged maniac: (seething) Do not doubt Islam, it is the fittest religion!

You: Then why are you continuously giving me reasons to doubt that?

Deranged maniac: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You: I’ll TELL you what I’m talking about. I’ll tell you what really happened. The penalty for blasphemy in Islam is death; death for the criminal. But that isn’t enough for you people, is it? You always talk of Islam being the perfect religion – and maybe it is! Yet you don’t consider it perfect according to your intemperate views, and thus are redefining Islam, molding it according to your perspectives, and yet using it to defend your actions! You are using your religion, your beloved and PERFECT Islam, as an excuse for oppression. And that, my -

Deranged maniac: (takes out a gun and shoots you).

Fiction Story: I Am A Perfect Murderer (Complete Version)

My name is Bolger and I was born on July 23, 1976, in Budapest, to a Hungarian Christian family. My two older sisters, Maria and Mica, and I were part of an educational experiment carried out by my father Laszlo Bolger, in an attempt to prove that children could become exceptionally intelligent if trained in a specialist subject from a very early age. "Geniuses are made, not born", was my father Laszlo's thesis. He and my mother Clara educated us at home, with chess as the specialist subject. My father also taught us the international language Esperanto. They received resistance from Hungarian authorities as home-schooling was not a "socialist" approach. They also received criticism at the time from some western commentators for depriving the children of a normal childhood. By most reports we appeared contended and well-adjusted, but in reality the excessive training and tough schedule had started to make me loose grip on my sanity. I felt a deep and weird behavioral change and became an ignorant, wild and uncivilized child.

It was August 17, 1982 while our family was coming from a gathering late night, rain was pouring down on us. Our car had accidently crossed the wrong side of the road and we were hit by another car. The collision had cost me my family, while I was strangled in the car for six hours. The showers were merciless as no other traveler had a clue about the wreckage. Nevertheless, I broke free and gazed upon the long stretch of road. Hopelessness clouded my thoughts and I wish I was dead. The harsh treatment from my parents had brought a mixed reaction in my mind. I was juvenile but thankful to my parents because I had a talent of playing chess, good chess indeed. I went to the famous Pawn ‘n’ Prawns Chess Club in the city and beat the international master, Jose Manteno. It was like a shock to him and others were bewildered too. My talent was appreciated and my quick recognition got me a job in the club. I worked there and beat several opponents. My uncanny ability to beat the opposition brought me laurels amongst the club. It became a habit of mine not losing which was also effectively minimizing my psychotic behavior.

On the evening of February 10, 1988, I was busy with my daily routine with the guests in the club. Suddenly, I felt the splash of cold air when the main door opened and a young sultry woman entered the room. E very eye turned towards her. When admiring a girl some men start with her head and work down. I start with the ankles and work up. She wore black high-heeled velvet shoes and a tight-fitting black dress that stopped high enough above the knees to reveal the most perfectly tapering legs. As my eyes continued their upward sweep they paused to take in her narrow waist and slim athletic figure. But it was the oval face that I found captivating, slightly pouting lips and the largest blue eyes I've ever seen, crowned with a head of thick, black, short-cut hair that literally shone with luster. I followed her every movement, patronizingly unable to accept she could be a player. The landlord sees to it that the thirty tables are set out for us and that food and drinks are readily available. Three or four other clubs in the district send half a dozen opponents to play a couple of blitz games, giving us a chance to face rivals we would not normally play. The rules for the matches are simple enough - one minute on the clock is the maximum allowed for each move, so a game rarely lasts for more than an hour, and if a pawn hasn't been captured in thirty moves the game is automatically declared a draw. A short break for a drink between games, paid for by the loser, ensures that everyone has the chance to challenge two opponents during the evening. I found it hard to concentrate on my opponent's well-rehearsed Moscow opening as my eyes kept leaving the board and wandering over to the girl in the black dress. On the one occasion our eyes did meet she gave me an enigmatic smile, but although I tried again I was unable to elicit the same response a second time. Despite being preoccupied I still managed to defeat the accountant, who seemed unaware that there were several ways out of a seven-pawn attack. At the half-time break three other members of the club had offered her a drink before I even reached the bar. I knew I could not hope to play my second match against the girl as I would be expected to challenge one of the visiting team captains. In fact she ended up playing the accountant. I defeated my new opponent in a little over forty minutes and, as a solicitous host, began to take an interest in the other matches that were still being played. I set out on a circuitous route that ensured I ended up at her table. I could see that the accountant already had the better of her and within moments of my arrival she had lost both her queen and the game. I introduced myself and found that just shaking hands with her was a sexual experience. Her name, she told me, was Amanda Curzon.

"Well, I must be off," she announced suddenly. I asked her for the match next day. She accepted my offer. I dropped her to her car and asked for a promise that she would return next day to continue the game. She accepted without any hesitation. It was a perfect night of mine as I never had any feelings for somebody. I started counting each second and could not wait for next day. Next morning, I woke up early, shaved the beard and took out my Armani white shirt and black pant. I went to the club earlier and tried to finish off all the work so there would be nobody to disturb me. She came in the evening as promised. I took her to the executive part of chess club and we began the game. The first game we played, it took twenty minutes to end the game in my favor. I found that girls are not as bad players as we men often think of. The second game took a little longer as I made a silly mistake early on, castling on my queen's side, and it took several moves to recover. However, I still managed to finish the game off in thirty minutes. Then she demanded to leave as she had to meet someone in city centre. I opted not to force her to stop. We did make the promise to meet later for dinner. As the days passed, we came closer as friends but to me, I felt that it was more than that. Now we were not restricted ourselves to chess games only. We met each other for lunch, did shopping together and we both came closer and closer as the days passed. Then, a night came when we both couldn’t resist our feelings and slept together. Next day, I started thinking to get settled in life and Amanda would be the perfect choice as my life partner. I decided to propose her in the evening. I bought a ring for her and for the rest of the day was dreaming of beginning of new life but I didn't know of the suffering that awaited me.

Next day, I went to her home to give her a surprise but I was in for a repercussion. She had betrayed me, she was with another man, Steven Linley ( a well known corrupt cop). I followed them and later found that Linley and Amanda had been in relationship for the last six years. Both were offenders of taking money from innocent people. I had a severe heart broken feeling and the hidden bad man was just about to come out of me. I ensured myself that it cannot be me who will suffer from all of this. I would make them suffer and I knew what I would be going at. Death is only the end for both of them.

I called Amanda for dinner at my home for a chess game and to discuss about our relationship. She arrived home by eight in the evening, she was looking as gorgeous as usual but I wasn't fading away with her charm this time. I asked her to wait in the dining room  so I could bring a bottle of champagne. She didn't know that she was taking her last few breaths. I took my weapon and move towards her and attacked from back to give her a blow on neck and left her there to die slowly. Then I called police. I immediately confessed the crime to Linley on the scene. After two days, it was hearing in court .However, at my arraignment, I retracted my confession.

At the trial, I acted as my own attorney. I revealed that the arresting officer (Linley) was having an affair with the victim and was also present during my interrogation. His confession was ruled to be inadmissible as evidence, as it was fruit of the poisonous tree. The opposite lawyer unable to discover any weapon on the place. Since the house was under surveillance the entire time from the time of murder to arrest, the police were baffled. They were in disarray how the victim was killed as I confessed later that I found my girlfriend murdered at my home. Linley was sorry that because of his wrong doings, Amanda (her wife found later in the investigation) was killed. So, he decided to kill himself and was found dead in his apartment. I was released without any charge and guilty. I had accomplished my desire to lead them to death. I went my home, laugh at Amanda murder place, went to kitchen to get the bottle of champagne. Wait, there is a missing ice spike in the refrigerator.

THE END

Fiction Story: I Am A Perfect Murderer (Part 2)

...."Well, I must be off," she announced suddenly. I asked her for the match next day. She accepted my offer. I dropped her to her car and asked for a promise that she would return next day to continue the game. She accepted without any hesitation. It was a perfect night of mine as I never had any feelings for somebody. I started counting each second and could not wait for next day. Next morning, I woke up early, shaved the beard and took out my Armani white shirt and black pant. I went to the club earlier and tried to finish off all the work so there would be nobody to disturb me. She came in the evening as promised. I took her to the executive part of chess club and we began the game. The first game we played, it took twenty minutes to end the game in my favor. I found that girls are not as bad players as we men often think of. The second game took a little longer as I made a silly mistake early on, castling on my queen's side, and it took several moves to recover. However, I still managed to finish the game off in thirty minutes. Then she demanded to leave as she had to meet someone in city centre. I opted not to force her to stop. We did make the promise to meet later for dinner. As the days passed, we came closer as friends but to me, I felt that it was more than that. Now we were not restricted ourselves to chess games only. We met each other for lunch, did shopping together and we both came closer and closer as the days passed. Then, a night came when we both couldn’t resist our feelings and slept together. Next day, I started thinking to get settled in life and Amanda would be the perfect choice as my life partner. I decided to propose her in the evening. I bought a ring for her and for the rest of the day was dreaming of beginning of new life but I didn't know of the suffering that awaited me.

Next day, I went to her home to give her a surprise but I was in for a repercussion. She had betrayed me, she was with another man, Steven Linley ( a well known corrupt cop). I followed them and later found that Linley and Amanda had been in relationship for the last six years. Both were offenders of taking money from innocent people. I had a severe heart broken feeling and the hidden bad man was just about to come out of me. I ensured myself that it cannot be me who will suffer from all of this. I would make them suffer and I knew what I would be going at. Death is only the end for both of them.

I called Amanda for dinner at my home for a chess game and to discuss about our relationship. She arrived home by eight in the evening, she was looking as gorgeous as usual but I wasn't fading away with her charm this time. I asked her to wait in the dining room  so I could bring a bottle of champagne. She didn't know that she was taking her last few breaths. I took my weapon and move towards her and attacked from back to give her a blow on neck and left her there to die slowly. Then I called police. I immediately confessed the crime to Linley on the scene. After two days, it was hearing in court .However, at my arraignment, I retracted my confession.

At the trial, I acted as my own attorney. I revealed that the arresting officer (Linley) was having an affair with the victim and was also present during my interrogation. His confession was ruled to be inadmissible as evidence, as it was fruit of the poisonous tree. The opposite lawyer unable to discover any weapon on the place. Since the house was under surveillance the entire time from the time of murder to arrest, the police were baffled. They were in disarray how the victim was killed as I confessed later that I found my girlfriend murdered at my home. Linley was sorry that because of his wrong doings, Amanda (her wife found later in the investigation) was killed. So, he decided to kill himself and was found dead in his apartment. I was released without any charge and guilty. I had accomplished my desire to lead them to death. I went my home, laugh at Amanda murder place, went to kitchen to get the bottle of champagne. Wait, there is a missing ice spike in the refrigerator.

                                                                             THE END

Fiction Story: I Am A Perfect Murderer (Part 1)

My name is Bolger and I was born on July 23, 1976, in Budapest, to a Hungarian Christian family. My two older sisters, Maria and Mica, and I were part of an educational experiment carried out by my father Laszlo Bolger, in an attempt to prove that children could become exceptionally intelligent if trained in a specialist subject from a very early age. "Geniuses are made, not born", was my father Laszlo's thesis. He and my mother Clara educated us at home, with chess as the specialist subject. My father also taught us the international language Esperanto. They received resistance from Hungarian authorities as home-schooling was not a "socialist" approach. They also received criticism at the time from some western commentators for depriving the children of a normal childhood. By most reports we appeared contended and well-adjusted, but in reality the excessive training and tough schedule had started to make me loose grip on my sanity. I felt a deep and weird behavioral change and became an ignorant, wild and uncivilized child.

It was August 17, 1982 while our family was coming from a gathering late night, rain was pouring down on us. Our car had accidently crossed the wrong side of the road and we were hit by another car. The collision had cost me my family, while I was strangled in the car for six hours. The showers were merciless as no other traveler had a clue about the wreckage. Nevertheless, I broke free and gazed upon the long stretch of road. Hopelessness clouded my thoughts and I wish I was dead. The harsh treatment from my parents had brought a mixed reaction in my mind. I was juvenile but thankful to my parents because I had a talent of playing chess, good chess indeed. I went to the famous Pawn ‘n’ Prawns Chess Club in the city and beat the international master, Jose Manteno. It was like a shock to him and others were bewildered too. My talent was appreciated and my quick recognition got me a job in the club. I worked there and beat several opponents. My uncanny ability to beat the opposition brought me laurels amongst the club. It became a habit of mine not losing which was also effectively minimizing my psychotic behavior.

On the evening of February 10, 1988, I was busy with my daily routine with the guests in the club. Suddenly, I felt the splash of cold air when the main door opened and a young sultry woman entered the room. E very eye turned towards her. When admiring a girl some men start with her head and work down. I start with the ankles and work up. She wore black high-heeled velvet shoes and a tight-fitting black dress that stopped high enough above the knees to reveal the most perfectly tapering legs. As my eyes continued their upward sweep they paused to take in her narrow waist and slim athletic figure. But it was the oval face that I found captivating, slightly pouting lips and the largest blue eyes I've ever seen, crowned with a head of thick, black, short-cut hair that literally shone with luster. I followed her every movement, patronizingly unable to accept she could be a player. The landlord sees to it that the thirty tables are set out for us and that food and drinks are readily available. Three or four other clubs in the district send half a dozen opponents to play a couple of blitz games, giving us a chance to face rivals we would not normally play. The rules for the matches are simple enough - one minute on the clock is the maximum allowed for each move, so a game rarely lasts for more than an hour, and if a pawn hasn't been captured in thirty moves the game is automatically declared a draw. A short break for a drink between games, paid for by the loser, ensures that everyone has the chance to challenge two opponents during the evening. I found it hard to concentrate on my opponent's well-rehearsed Moscow opening as my eyes kept leaving the board and wandering over to the girl in the black dress. On the one occasion our eyes did meet she gave me an enigmatic smile, but although I tried again I was unable to elicit the same response a second time. Despite being preoccupied I still managed to defeat the accountant, who seemed unaware that there were several ways out of a seven-pawn attack. At the half-time break three other members of the club had offered her a drink before I even reached the bar. I knew I could not hope to play my second match against the girl as I would be expected to challenge one of the visiting team captains. In fact she ended up playing the accountant. I defeated my new opponent in a little over forty minutes and, as a solicitous host, began to take an interest in the other matches that were still being played. I set out on a circuitous route that ensured I ended up at her table. I could see that the accountant already had the better of her and within moments of my arrival she had lost both her queen and the game. I introduced myself and found that just shaking hands with her was a sexual experience. Her name, she told me, was Amanda Curzon. 

                                             To be continued......................

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