Defeated Muslim Jihad

By Mohammad Babantaj

The novel Defeated Muslim Jihad is based on the realities and living in our century when human beings die in captivity of religion and under the shoes of clerics of religions and sects. And they do not pass over any human being, prophets, or God, and they sacrifice the world and humans and humanity for their souls and desires in order to achieve their evil gratification.

In order to reach Satan and rely on the seat of Satan’s power and place his crown on their heads and take the power over the world, not only do they sacrifice human beings for their aspirations, but even sacrifice God and prophets for their satanic aspirations and souls behind the stronghold of religion and in the clothes of the prophets.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664172340

Mohammad Babantaj

Mohammad Babantaj is a Canadian citizen who lives in Vancouver, Canada. He emigrated from Iran to Canada with his two sons and his wife in 1988. He used to be an Iranian federal police lieutenant for 10 years. He is a human rights activist. He earned a master’s degree in English. He is also the author of 20 other books: “Companionship with God,” “God Therapy,” “The Light of God,” “Blood,” Hidden Clues,” “Meeting with God,” “Satan or God,” “Other Side of Coin,” “Viewpoint,” “At the End of Time,” “Along the Highway of Life,” “Dawn,” “Where is God,” Defeated Muslim Jihad,” “Loving Eyes,” “Parasstoo,” “Outlook,” “Pigeons Fall in Love,” “Words Speak,” and “With Love.”

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CONTENTS

The Law Of Karma

The Stages Of Life

The Loss In Life

Life Belongs To God

CHAPTER 1

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

CHAPTER 2

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

CHAPTER 3

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Part 26

Part 27

Part 28

Part 29

Part 30

Part 31

Part 32

CHAPTER 4

Part 33

Part 34

Part 35

Part 36

Part 37

Part 38

Part 39

Part 40

CHAPTER 5

Part 41

Part 42

Part 43

Part 44

Part 45

Part 46

Part 47

Part 48

Part 49

Part 50

CHAPTER 6

Part 51

Part 52

Part 53

Part 54

Part 55

Part 56

Part 57

Part 58

Part 59

Part 60

An idolater, who has an idolatrous ideology and considers it a great sin to shed blood and love creatures, is so rooted in his ideology that he worships and loves the animal like a cow as an idol and god. He turns to theism and behind the trenches of God, in the form of Islam and Muslim, becomes one of the most vampiric figures in the history of the formation of the earth and the emergence of man on earth. And in the form of being a Muslim and waving the flag of Islam, it creates rivers of human blood in the cities of the people. And he loves to eat human livers and hearts and drink human blood and take a bath with it, and he is proud of himself and his ideology.

There are two types of dictators:

religious dictators

political dictators

Religious dictators in the name of God and the Holy Spirit rule over the people and the world, and in the name of khums and zakat and charity and religious tax, they plunder the people’s properties and rob their assets and wealth and living needs. And in the name of the reward of heaven, they want virgin girls to form a religious sanctuary and a concubine in the bed of their dream and in the name of the tradition of the prophets. And they carry out the killing of retribution in the name of Sharia law for those who open their mouths to protest. And they consider themselves the representatives and messengers of God from heaven and sky to earth.

Political dictators in the name of human rights rule, the people, and the world, and in the name of taxation, they loot people’s properties, assets, and living needs. And they carry out the killing of people in the name of civil law for those who open their mouths to protest. And with the female employees and virgin girl employees, they work in private as weekly or daily meetings in their offices as religious dictators do the same.

And religious and political dictators criticize each other in front of the media cameras and exchanging virgins and naughty girls behind the camera at their personal parties and having fun with whiskey, vodka, champagne, and opium on the tables with the absence of media.

And both types of dictators never allow religious and political women to become dictators, and they consider dictatorship to be exclusive to men unless the dictator wants to eat from both bowls and raise the bowl of political dictatorship with his right hand and the bowl of religious dictatorship with his left hand. As a double dictator, he kills both sides of religious and civilian people in the name of God and politics. And he makes retaliation and civil killing in the name of human rights and God. And in human history, such a dictatorship rises in Islamic countries.

Coordinated by the superpowers and freemasons, World War III began with the weapon of a single virus called the crown, corona, only against humans in the first of the year 2020 and will continue for two years until the year 2022. They will halve the world’s population. And after the end of World War III, the governments of the world will celebrate the victory of the deaths of millions of people on earth, and the whiskey and vodka cups will rejoice and the victory of governments in this third world war against humans, a war that is only one-sided and without defensive weapons and unarmed people against governments with corona weapons. World War III is unlike World Wars I and II, which was only between states and against states, but World War III, with the unification of states together, is against defenseless people. How can history be accountable to the future!

How long can a person live in stupidity and be a slave to religion? Westerners and Christians have spent hundreds of billions of dollars on churches and monitoring. Iranian Shiites have spent thousands of billions of dollars on Imamzadehs and their shrines. Buddhists and Asians spent tens of billions of dollars on temples and their beliefs. But by the time the coronavirus, microscopic creature entered human society, the shrines, churches, Jamkaran wells, and temples had closed their doors, expressing incompetence and inefficiency.

How did the church, which brought together the group of people and gave them healing and salvation, hide behind their cunning trenches and closed the doors of the world’s church to mankind when it is really time for healing and salvation!

How Imam Mehdi’s Jamkaran fared well where a group of deceived people gathered around his well and asked for healing and salvation, but now that it is time for healing and salvation, they cemented the door of his well and repeated Imam Zaman words in their cunning and deceitful position? They put him to sleep on vinegar and it expresses disability and infertility!

How did they gather all the temples of the world, where were people who have fallen asleep and hypnotized every day, but now that it is time for healing and salvation, all went to graves and have been buried and the doors of the temples have been locked and sealed and the expression of incompetence they do!

How much man can live in stupidity and dream of religious hypnosis that, seeing the facts and events, still does not want to wake up after thousands of years and come out of the shell of stupidity and see the sunlight with his eyes and feel the warmth and smell of garden to smell and enjoy the real life that God has given him, not to follow the tricks of the religious people with their traits and vampires and the oppressors of religious rulers drowned in blood!

THE LAW OF KARMA

Is that God or nature dealing with earthly human beings? And from my point of view, nature is God, and God is nature, and the law of karma is the law of nature or God.

If we think deeply and not from national, cultural, and religious prejudices, we see that almost all the rulers and governments of the world. The people are going out of the way of the law of karma, and the rulers and the people all went to war and keep fighting with each other.

Governments are fighting with their people. People are fighting with their governments, and governments are at war with themselves and the people are at war with themselves.

Stealing, embezzlement, looting, fraud, infidelity, infidelity of spouses to spouses and infidelity of spouses to their husbands and oppression and injustice of rulers and governments and fighting with their own people and the people of the world, how one can expect God to be carefree and nature to be carefree, and karma’s law will fail! Undoubtedly, all these calamities, troubles, and wars, whether by man or by God, will ultimately be controlled by God. And nature with the whip of its revenge will descend on the difference between these rebellious and erroneous and misguided human beings!

Hopefully one day, human beings and rulers will come to their senses and be guided from the path of evil misguidance to the path of justice, truth, and righteousness. Hopefully, those rulers and governments will be punished by God, and nature and will stop oppression and injustice and make peace, tranquility, and justice will rule the human society on earth.

Amen.

THE STAGES OF LIFE

Man goes through three stages of his life.

- the stage of childhood, which deals with daydreaming and dreaming and which is achieved in youth.

- the stage of youth, which tends to find religion and finds everyone in its path, chooses him as the leader of religion to take him to paradise with him in adulthood.

- adulthood, which understands that religion is nonsense and that it is nothing but clergy and mullahs as religious gangsters to satisfy their souls, profit, and gain power, give something called religion to drink human beings blood.

And the true religion is that every human being with his own leadership and with the help of his own intelligence and thought, finds his/her religion that can lead him/her to the true God, not the god of the clergy and mullahs who are the devil. And the true religion propels him/her to knowledge, perfection, and humanity.

THE LOSS IN LIFE

Sometimes a person has lost something in his life or maybe did not have it to lose it at all and is looking for it everywhere. He himself does not know exactly what he has lost in his life or what he is looking for. And in the fact, it is the lack of life that misleads him from his purpose and forces him to look for the lost. He thinks that the lack of his life or the loss of his life are the friends who have to get together every week, and at parties with dancing and singing, one can find the lacking in his life or the missing one.

But after a while when his friends left him alone and went on their way, one realizes that he had made a mistake and had not yet found his lost inner self or the lacking in his life. He pursues science and knowledge and finds good places in life, but after a while, he finds that he has made a mistake again. This is not to say that he has been looking for it and has filled the gaps in his life.

Again, he seeks the shortcomings of his life, or his lost inner self, and builds wealth, possessions, and succeeds in business and has a go and come. But again after a short while, he realizes that this was not the shortcoming of his life or the inner loss that he was looking for.

He falls into the realm of poetry, writing, and novel writing, which he thinks is missing in his inner life or the lacking in his life. But in a short time, he realizes that this is not the missing inner one that he is looking for.

When a person achieves all his inner desires and old desires, he realizes again that he has not yet found that lost inner self or lack of life. And that loss or lack in life is nothing but LOVE.

If a person can find love in his life, all the lost things in his life will undoubtedly be found.

LIFE BELONGS TO GOD

Water, like all of God’s creation, must be active in order to survive. It must be active and must be on the move, otherwise it dies and becomes rotten and stinking. Water is also moving and operating under the depths of the earth. The water behind the mobs and concrete walls and dams is moving and passing through rocks, walls, and mountains. If you imprison water in a chamber and take away its movement and activity, it will rot and die.

All the creation of God is like that. Trees wither if you stop them. They dry out and dying.

Humans, like everything else, are like that. If you stop them, they will die. If you suffocate their talents and imprison them, they will die. If you limit the taste and enthusiasm of man and suffocate him and put him in prison, they will die. If you limit human brains to physical, mental, and hormonal activity, and they go to jail, they will die. So to save mankind, never limit them. Never imprison them. Never blame or punish them.

To save mankind, he must be set free. It must break the walls. Man must be set free because God created man free and without limitation. God created man in the form of man and the angel in the form of an angel.

We wish for a day when human beings, like angels, tear the bondage of religions, to break the lawful and unlawful bondage, to break the wall of the captivity of religions and break free like angels and like water and trees, like birds, like rivers, Like seas and oceans, they flow and give meaning to life. Live life, not imprison life. Life is not a prison. Life is a place to live because life belongs to God.

CHAPTER 1

PART 1

The weather is not yet clear. The snow sits on the ground above the knee, still blowing through the air like cotton buds. Toronto, one of the biggest cities in Canada, is passing the month of January with a cold and minus twenty-eight degrees. It is about six o’clock in the morning when Mr. Abdullah and his wife Gulchehreh must bring all the newspapers to the residents’ doors by seven o’clock in the morning.

Mr. Abdullah and his wife are delivering by the delivery company every twelve o’clock at midnight and fill up all newspapers into his trunk and under car seats, which sometimes reaches six hundred newspapers and fills in the back and rear seats and under the front and back seats. Then they move on to delivery, carry them to door to door of people’s home who have the right to subscribe, and have all the newspapers delivered by seven in the morning.

Toronto’s weather is frigidly cold and all objects are frozen in ice, and even the vapor coming out of the nose and mouth freezes in the middle of the way. The fierce illusion of snow has made it difficult for Mr. Abdullah and Gulchehreh Khanum to walk and deliberate in the dawn of Toronto. Abdullah, who is not comfortable with rubber boots from the welcome office of immigrants for free and is covered in snow up to his knees, does not respond, and his boots are filled with ice inside, and his toes frozen inside his boots. His hands are the same as his feet and are frozen; his fingers are freezing.

Mr. Abdullah, who holds the newspaper packs in one hand, is wiping his nose with his sleeve, half-frozen and half-lukewarm with his other hand.

Abdullah could effortlessly pull his feet out of the snow and then go a step further. The Mongolian mustache and frostbite that kept his mouth shut and frozen make it even harder to talk to his wife Gulchereh Khanum.

On the other side of the street, Gulchehreh is putting newspapers at people’s doorstep with two gloves on her hands and three pairs of socks on her feet with her fingers and toes are still frozen. Gulchereh can barely pull her boots covered with snow out of the snow and one step further. Gulchehreh is throwing away the newspapers that are wrapped around by elastics, which reach the front of the house before the newspaper is thrown; a dog jumps out into the front yard from behind the fence and begins to bark. Of course, the dog could not jump out of the fence because the dog was leashed and tightened behind the fence.

But Gulchereh is so afraid of the dog’s bark that not only could not throw the newspaper at the door, but the newspaper in her hand is thrown into the snow, and she crashes into the snow as she escapes. And now she can neither get up from the snow nor call her husband for help. Being fearful, Gulchereh, her tongue is hanging down and her body is shaking like there is an earthquake.

Mr. Abdullah, who delivered the newspapers to the far end of the street on the right side, begins helping his woman from the left side of the street to reach her. But on the other hand, as Gulchereh with the white coat falls into the snow and is as white as snow, is unable to rise from the cold, ice, and fear, it is not very eye-catching to see her. Her husband Mr. Abdullah, who is fast-paced, with the sleeves of his jacket he cleans his nose that is frozen and has his Mongolian mustache frozen and frigid like a barbecue, reaches the house where the dog is. But before he gets to the front of the house and tosses the newspaper, he falls on a big thing in the snow that causes him to fall on the same big thing.

The voice of Gulchehreh rises from under Abdullah and says, Dog dog … Abdullah, who is even more afraid than his wife, says, Is it you, Gulchereh? What are you doing here in the snow? Why did you fall into the snow? It was good not to freeze. Now get up before the two of us freeze and die here. Gulchehreh rises in the snow with the help of her husband, but the poor woman does not know how she got wet herself, fearing the dog or trembling from the cold and ice and snow and barely keeping herself on her feet and coming out of the snow with the help of her husband. Abdullah says to his wife, What happened that you fell to the ground and got stuck in the snow?

Gulchereh says, In the same house I was throwing the newspaper at, I saw a big dog jumped and I thought it was jumping out of the fence, and I fell into the snow in fear. But I could not call you due to my voice got cut.

Mr. Abdullah and his wife, still like a willow, shivers through the snow and comes out at about seven and a half o’clock in the morning, and their newspaper delivery is ended and walk to their car which is parked about two hundred meters up the road to return home. But they do whatever they can to open the door of their car; they cannot because they were frozen. With the force and pressure pushing the driver’s side out, Abdullah manages to open the frozen door to his side.

Abdullah gets into the car and from inside, pushes the front passenger side door out with a push of his foot, and the door opens and Gulchehreh gets into the car. But with all her wet clothes, she can hardly sit on the car seat. Abdullah starts to start the car, but the car does not get on because it is frozen.

Abdullah and his wife, who are both shivering from the cold, ice, and snow like willows are sitting in the car and have no other way until the weather is clear and maybe someone will come to their aid.

Abdullah who is constantly starting the car but not as if the car is about to start. He tells his wife why she did not pay attention to the small sign that was installed at the door of the house that had a dog and get the attention of the dog owners in the house and made the dog angry. That caused the fear of falling into the snow.

Gulchehreh, who is rubbing her hands with three pairs of gloves and her teeth are shaking, says that she had not noticed the dog warning sign in the house and it was dark and there were snow and ice. Who would soon notice the dog’s warning sign not to be near that house?

Gulchehreh, whose legs are frozen and shivering as well by the cold, asks her husband how long they should sit in the car before dying?

Abdullah takes off his gloves and pulls the lighter out of the pocket of the second trouser under the first pants and manages to lighten and catch the lighter through the switch hole beneath the steering wheel and brings in some heat to melt the ice.

After trying hard and warming the switch hole with a lighter, Abdullah manages to turn the starter on and off by turning the switch several times. It’s finally turned on, said Gulchehreh. Until we get frozen, let’s gear up and go home. Abdullah, who heats the car with a little gas before moving on, pulls out his cigarette pack from his third coat pocket underneath the first and second with trembling hands and effortlessly fires a cigarette and starts to smoke till the car gets warm. After ten minutes when the car becomes warm, Abdullah puts the car into the gear and half-gasped so that the car could not move.

The snow is halfway to the wheels, and the wheels are spinning around in their entirety, stuck inside the snow and not coming out. Abdullah gets out of the car and looks around the car and its four wheels and sees the wheels stuck in the snow. Abdullah gets into the car again and tells his wife that the wheels are stuck in the snow and they have to be pushed from the back. Gulchehreh has the same frostbite and shaking of her body and her teeth; they are constantly shaking and she is pretending to be singing even with wet clothes come down from the car to push from the back.

Mr. Abdullah, who lighted another cigarette again and held it on the edge of his mouth, orders his wife from behind the steering wheel to push harder. But with the acceleration of the car, only the wheels are moving in the snow, and the car is not moving and is slipping. With her frozen hands covered with three pairs of gloves, Gulchehreh pushes the car from the back as the car slides into the snow. She slams into the snow and plunges into the snow.

Abdullah does not realize that his wife fell on the ground and fell into the snow. He is packing his cigarette behind the steering wheel and gasping and yelling to his wife, Push … push … tighter … harder … harder … It’s moving … it’s moving … one bit more … one bit more … But it is no use and the car is just sliding in and out. The back wheels of the car, which roll on the ground and stick in the snow, cause the car’s motion to throw snow on the back, causing all of the snow to hit the face of Gulchereh, and now she is completely covered by snow and lying in the snow and is lost under the snow.

Abdullah is still pushing the gas pedal from behind the steering wheel with his cigarette in the corner of his lips, not realizing that his wife is slumped in the back of the car and slipped into the snow. He is still shouting, saying, Now a little harder … harder … more, more, more! But it is no use at all. The ember of the cigarette in the corner of his lips that reaches the bottom falls from his lip to his leg, and he does not notice that his pants are burning with cigarette fire. Abdullah, who now feels that he has a burning sensation, screams, My private is burning … and comes down from the car and realizes that he does not see his wife as he goes to the back of the car.

Abdullah calls her wife, Gulchehreh … Gulchehreh … but there is no Gulchehreh. He is wondering what happened to his wife. As he turns around the car and calls his wife, he stumbles across the snow-filled feet and falls on his wife in fear, and now they both fall into the snow.

Gulchehreh, who thinks that the same dog jumped from the fence and came out and jumped on her head and at the same time that she is stroking the dog’s head with three layers of gloves, screams and says, Abdullah, Abdullah, dog, dog, dog … Abdullah, dog, Abdullah, it is a dog. But her husband, who tries to calm her down and let her know that this is not a dog, but it’s himself, is lying on his wife in the snow and says, Calm down, woman. Calm down. Where was the dog here? It’s me. Do not be afraid.

Gulchehreh, who is still terrified of being attacked by a dog and regularly punches the head of the dog that attacked her, throws the dog away from herself to the other side in the snow and tries to lift herself up from the dog to escape. Abdullah pulls himself on his wife Gulchehreh again with another roll and tries to convince her that it is himself and not the dog.

Gulchereh opens her eyes well and looks at the face of her husband who has fallen on her and sees that it is her husband who has fallen on her, not the dog.

Gulchehreh slides in the snow beneath her husband. Abdullah’s body has a few other fists bumps and on Abdullah’s chin and he says, You threw yourself at me this time of the morning in this snow instead of helping me to get out of this snow. Abdullah says, While I was looking for you, I slipped and stuck to your feet and fell on you and I didn’t let go of my intention.

Gulchehreh now says, Well, now take that your crushed body off me and help me to get up.

Abdullah slides on the snow a few times and helps his wife to get out of the snow, and they both get in the car again. Abdullah is gasping in the car and shifting gears, but the car wheels are still slipping in the snow and cannot get out of the snow.

Gulchehreh has taken her wet gloves out of her hands and is warming her hands in front of the car heater. She says to her husband, Mr. Abdullah, this will be the last time you fall in the snow and fall on me. From now on, be careful and gather your senses well so that you do not fall over me in the snow again.

Abdullah is lighting his next cigarette again, tells his wife, Gulchehreh Joon, I have an idea. I’ll do something now to get out of the snow. After getting out of the car, he goes out of the back of the car and takes the newspapers of yesterday and the day before from the trunk, and he puts them under the back wheels and gets into the car again, and with a little of gas and some back and forth, finally the car comes out of the snow.

Gulchehreh claps for her husband. She hurriedly and happily says, I knew we could finally get out of the snow. Then she goes on to say, But, Abdullah Joon, let’s get out of here as soon as possible before the damn dog jumps out of the fence and attacks us.

Abdullah and Gulchehreh are happy to escape from the dog. Abdullah is pulling the car from the side of the road to the car lane so that they drive into the middle of the road and head to their house. But a snow loader arrives and clears the snow on the road that reaches Abdullah’s car and all the snow sheds on their car, and the car again falls under the snow and again can’t get out. The snow is loaded on the car covered all the windshields, and Abdullah could no longer see outside. The car is skidding again and again under the snow.

Abdullah comes out of the car and clears the snow on the glass and takes six packs of the latest newspapers from the trunk and puts them under the wheels and with a mild acceleration, it comes out of the snow. Well, al-Hamdallah, she says, this time we could easily come out from the snow and ice and cold and not for a long time. Then she says to her husband, Mr. Abdullah, this heater looks like it has no steam at all. We are freezing more increase the degree so I am very cold.

Abdullah says, Gulchehreh Joon, this is Canada, the land of ice and snow. You thought here is our Rasht City in Iran, that heat and steam would come out of all the holes. As much heat as we have, we should thank God that it is warmer than the outside weather. Be patient and tolerant. We will get home in half an hour.

Gulchehreh says, So go faster as that I’m freezing. My clothes are so wet to the end that I cannot hold myself in the chair.

Abdullah says, You see the road is all icy and snow and cars are jumbling. Now if I give a bit more gas, we’ll head back to the ditch. So be patient and when we get home, we take a shower with warm water and our bodies will get warm.

Abdullah turns on the car’s radio and the broadcaster reports that the weather in Toronto is forecast to reach minus forty degrees Celsius tonight, and snow will continue until further information. The news announcer goes on to say that all schools will be closed until further notice depending on the heavy snowfall and freezing roads and streets of Toronto. And it urges Toronto residents to try not to get out of their homes except for the newspaper delivery, which requires the residents of Toronto to follow the weather regularly. Gulchehreh does not understand English, says to her husband, What does this man say on the radio? I don’t understand what he says?

Abdullah says, Well, I’m like you. How do I know what he’s saying? I don’t speak English either. Gulchehreh says, I think she is telling about our Iran. Don’t sniff too much. Let’s see what she say and increase its volume.

Abdullah is smoking his cigarette with his left hand, slips his right hand over the steering wheel, and increases the volume of the radio as the car’s steering wheel drops and is about to depart the road. But God has mercy on him to take control of the car. The announcer has news of the weather in Toronto and the big cities of Canada as Gulchehreh puts her head near the radio speaker and listens carefully to the news and then tells his husband, Yeah, my guess was right. She’s saying news about our Iran. Abdullah says, What does she say? Which part of our Iran the news says? Gulchehreh says, I think she is reporting on the demonstrations of our Bahman 22 of the Iranian revolution. It is said that the Imam himself is the forearm of the groups of this demonstration on the Shahyad Square and the courageous people prayed at the stage behind the Imam in Shahyad Square, and the crowd was so enthusiastic in this performance. Twenty-two brothers and sisters were crushed under the feet of their Imam.

Abdullah says, Good luck to those who have tasted the syrup of martyrdom under the Imam’s feet and are with the Imam himself in paradise, guest of Imam Zaman as well. Then Abdullah, turning his head in surprise to his wife and looking at her in astonishment, says, Do you understand English? You don’t know English. How do you find out about Iranian protests and what the reporter says?

Gulchehreh says, I am just like you. We don’t understand English. But I guess well, that’s telling the news about our Iran. Abdullah is off the main road to Young Street, the center of Toronto’s Iranian settlement. He says to his wife, Gulchehreh Joon, how about before we get home, we get inside Young Street to buy three or four barberry loaves and six or seven sang egg bread. So let’s buy these items from the Iranian grocery. We don’t have any bread at home, right? What else do we have to buy? Gulchehreh is still shaking from the cold and her wet clothes. She says, At this time of the morning, the sparrows were not awakened yet, but you think the Iranian shops and grocery stores are open at this time of dawn, of course not. Just let’s go home with all my bones frozen.

Abdullah who listens always to his wife with no words and does not give up and says, Yeah, you’re right. Which Iranian shop is open at this time of morning when the weather is not yet clear, and we go to buy for ten to fifteen lavash and sangak Iranian bread. They are pulling from Young Street to Irel Street, where Abdullah once again tells his wife, But the kalleh pacheh shops—lamb head soup of Iranians should be open at this time of the morning. How about if we go to buy some bowls of lamb head soup and get home with the kids and have breakfast with lamb head soup—kalleh pacheh and it will be bon appétit in this cold weather.

How money much did we make from our newspaper delivery today, then buy double of kalleh pacheh, Gulchehreh says. No, it is not necessary. Yesterday we ate kalleh pacheh. So what happens we eat again and again? And the Iranians who are so full Mashallah in their stomachs that they sell people a small bowl of kalleh pacheh for an unexpected price which God knows to be a pig or a boar head soup and sell it to the people at the cost of the Imam’s shoes for a small bowl. It is not needed. Let’s go home. Abdullah and Gulchehreh enter Typhoon Street and park in front of their rented underground house, go downstairs from the backyard, down to their rented underground house with a parlor room and a small kitchen. They rent for $1,600 per month and live with all kids and sleep in the same humid small hall.

PART 2

Abdullah, holding his wife’s hand firmly against the ground, steps down the narrow snow-covered stairs, which has eleven steps to reach the underground rented house. The kids are still sleeping in the same hall or living room, and Abdullah immediately goes into the bathroom and takes off his clothes. The lady runs in and says, First me. You go out and come after I finished bathing. Abdullah has stripped off his clothes and is forced to come out of the bathroom and Gulchehreh is showering with hot water, and Abdullah is still shivering in the cold and his teeth twitching like grinding stones.

Gulchehreh is finished and it is her husband’s turn. Abdullah, who is going to the bathroom, says to his wife, Gulchehreh Joon, until I take my bath, you make breakfast and wake the kids up for a family breakfast. Gulchehreh comes out of the bathroom, puts her clothes on first, then wakes the kids one by one, and prepares the breakfast. She sets the table and puts cups of tea for each person and three plates of Tabriz cheese bought from Iranian groceries on Young Street and puts twelve boiled eggs and six half-fried eggs on the table. She also puts three bowls of orange jam and four bowls of Sabalan honey purchased from an Iranian supermarket on East Toronto downtown and puts four lavash bread and three barberries bread on the table that was purchased from Iranian supermarket yesterday from Young Street. There is a full breakfast table on the floor and Mr. Abdullah comes out of the bathroom and has a family breakfast with all members.

Mr. Abdullah and Mrs. Gulchehreh have eight children, four sons and four daughters, and it is a large family in Mashallah. They go through everything, but they don’t give up their stomachs. They are sitting at the table and eating breakfast and thank God their bodies have stopped shivering and return to normal.

Gulchehreh peels the boiled egg, pours some salt, turmeric, and pepper into it, and sends it right into her happy mouth. After finishing the boiled egg, she raises her head and says to her husband, Man, was here the place where you brought us to Canada in this cold and freezing snow that said is the heaven on Earth? How long should we tolerate this miserable life and put our teeth into our livers? Abdullah puts his boiled egg morsel with barberry bread in his mouth and says, Whatever it is better than cold, ice, and snow in Ankara, Turkey. Don’t you remember that we had been gathering for five years in the ice and snow and cold weather with minus thirty-seven degrees in front of the UN, sleeping in a tent as refugees? But here in Toronto, we now have at least one underground room to stretch our legs properly and sleep comfortably. In Turkey, we have wasted five years of our lives in front of the UN in Ankara with that chill.

Gulchehreh says, What a difference, we fell into well from a pit. I wanted them to send us to Europe as refugees, not in Canada. Abdullah says to his wife, Now eat your breakfast then think about finding a better job in Toronto that should be both decent and good money. With this newspaper delivery, of course we can’t go on for the rest of our lives.

Abdullah worked as an assistant in a bakery in Iran and was paid weekly. With the advice of friends, he took his wife and children and ran away from Iran. They were seeking asylum at the UN in Ankara City, Turkey. But because they did not have a case and no clear reason for asylum, their applications were rejected. And even though every four months they received asylum in the negative, they repeatedly applied for asylum but were still denied.

On several occasions, their asylum cases shifted from political to social but were again rejected. They converted to Islam and converted to Christianity and converted to Christianity to Baha’i and from Baha’i to Judaism and in summary to all formal and informal religions in order to have their asylum accepted. Unfortunately they failed and received negative responses each time.

For five years, Abdullah and his wife and eight children have been camping in front of the United Nations building and living inside the tent in Ankara City. Some Iranians who seek asylum on their own, those who reach for their mouths and having better situations, provide little assistance to Abdullah’s family through food and clothing and blankets. And some Turkish people are also helping the family to some extent in terms of food, clothing, and blankets. On behalf of the prince, the crown prince of Iran, Reza Pahlavi, who sends monthly aid to Iranian refugees in Turkey, they receive only a fraction of the bottom of the dock every year with the rest of the crown prince’s money and their own Reza Pahlavi financiers, pockets like the officials of Islamic Iran.

Abdullah says he does not intend to leave until he receives a positive response from his asylum. Even if this war and the fight against the UN last twenty years, the fight will continue to get the UN approval. Abdullah and his wife and eight half-tall children spent all these five years in the same tent in front of the United Nations building. And several times the Turkish police went there to collect them and take them away to deport them to Iran’s government, but with the intervention of Crown Prince Reza Pahlavi, they prevented them from being deported to Iran. UN officers want to help Abdullah’s family, unfortunately they do not have a good case and are not accepted by UN law. Until the last case they interviewed a UN officer, an officer who wants to help them, and again their case is unacceptable, tells their translator, an Iranian translator, that they can help if they present a case of homosexuality. Otherwise, all the cases they offer are unacceptable. The UN officer has a way of directly or indirectly providing humanitarian aid that they cannot just deny. And she tells the translator to explain to the family that they should go for asylum with a new case.

The Iranian translator in the hallway explains to Abdullah and his wife that there is only one way for them to be accepted, and that is to say, gay. They have to change their case and apply for asylum with the same-sex case. Abdullah, like a fanatical donkey, gets hot and angry and says, I’ll never do that. The translator says, It doesn’t mean you’re gay. It’s just a case you can be accepted and leave here. Gulchehreh says, Yeah, Mr. Abdullah. The translator says for us and in behalf of us. It has no special purpose.

The translator says to Gulchehreh, It doesn’t matter which one of you are in. Even if you claim to be lesbian in your own country, you will still be accepted.

Gulchehreh, whose face was frozen and red of shy, lowers her head down and says, Hoo my god, dear interpreter, I would be ashamed to God and the prophet. When we didn’t it, why did we lie? God forbid, Mr. Translator, so far in my life I have not hugged and kissed even one lady with the intention. It was all sisterly intent. I didn’t mean.

The translator says, That’s a very good case. Go ahead with that case and tell the guy who is setting the case for you to make a new case of homosexuality and submit to the UN to work on it.

Abdullah is like a cobra snake in the Arabian Desert, raises his head, and says with a red and blue face, No, sir, no, madam. If I get executed by hanging, I won’t let my wife go with the case of lesbianism. You want to people tell that we are gay and lesbian after having Islamic life? No, it is not possible. What will the people say behind us that Abdullah is gay with his lesbian wife and accepted by the UN with a homosexual case. No, we do not.

Gulchehreh says, Well, as my husband thinks, it does not fit. Well now, there is no other way than to be gay and lesbian and finally the hell for us? Maybe there is another way? Looking for a value might be a better way you don’t know.

The translator who really cares about Abdullah’s family and wants to help them says, No, madam. Unfortunately, this is the only homosexual case that is currently accepted.

Abdullah excuses themselves from the translator and walks out with his wife in that corner of the hallway and deliberates whether to go with this case or live in the tent for another five years? With the agreement of the parties, it is approved that the case will be presented for homosexuality. Abdullah and Gulchehreh come back to the translator and say, Okay, Mr. Translator. My wife and I agreed to go ahead with the gay case.

The translator says, Its approval is 100 percent.

Abdullah tells the translator, Look, Mr. Translator, just please our case does not manifest among the Iranians. God forbid that we have honor. If the news reaches our country in Iran, in our city that we used to live, it will leave us with no honor in that city. The translator says, Be comfortable. No one is listed outside the UN. The entire secret remains in the UN itself. So be comfortable with that and there is nothing to be worried about. Abdullah and Gulchehreh are saying goodbye to their translator. Abdullah says to the translator, Well, Mr. Translator, on the interview, if they ask us for evidence of our homosexuality, we are not the ones that want to prove with the evidence. The translator says, No, do not worry. They don’t ask you for evidence. It is enough to confess yourselves that you fled Iran because of being gay and lesbian. Because the United Nations itself knows that homosexuality in Iran is a crime and a death sentence.

Abdullah and Gulchehreh thank the translator for his guidance and help, and then they say goodbye and come out of the UN building. Near their tent they arrived, Gulnaz Khanum confronts them and says, Hey hello, Gulchehreh Joon, what’s new? No good news of your case from the UN? We really care about you and our hearts are broken like a shish kebab for you. One of Abdullah’s children, from inside of the tent, who heard the roasting sound and shish kebab, says aloud, Mom, Mom, I want a barbecue of shish kebab. I also want two skewers of them.

Gulchehreh says to Gulnaz, It is not hidden for God and so why to be hidden for you. But, Gulnaz Joon, I tell you, please let it stay with yourself and God forbid not spread among the people especially among Iranians.

Gulnaz says, I have a closed mouth. Do not worry about me. If I lose my head, my tongue won’t say anything. I hold it tight in my mouth.

Gulchehreh says, Honestly, my friend, Gulnaz Joon, if we were to wait here in Turkey, we would have to live another five years in the same tent, half of which was torn to pieces. Our translator has suggested we go ahead with the gay case, which is guaranteed.

Gulnaz says, Good for you and congratulation. When are we going to eat your sweets at the acceptance party?

We just want to present this case, says Gulchehreh. Now how long do we have to go and wait, God knows.

They say goodbye, and Gulnaz, who is returning to the United Nations building to seek her asylum status, confronts RoSeanak Khanum, who is also waiting in line at the information tollbooth. RoSeanak says to Gulnaz, This miserable and bad luck for the Abdullah family, who is also really heartbroken, still no response for them after five years of waiting.

Gulnaz says, Honestly, I am coming from their tent right now. Good news, they are acting with the homosexual case. RoSeanakak says, So these were same-sex couples we didn’t know. What a wonder these people are! God have mercy on us. How do they answer to God and Prophet Mohammad? How can they withstand the heat of hellfire?

Gulnaz says, Who cares. That’s neither my business nor your business. They make every mistake on their own.

It is less than a week since the news that Mr. Abdullah and his wife Gulchehreh Khanum are homosexuals has been spread in Turkey very fast. And it becomes a crow and then forty crows of news delivery.

One of those days, Abdullah and Gulchehreh come out of the UN building after registering in the final case, and they encounter Mr. Timor outside the building, a young Qazwini boy and a member of the MEK, Mujaheddin Terrorist Organization.

Timor says to Abdullah, Hey, Mr. Abdullah, not with us at all? What else others have but we don’t have?

Timor is approaching Abdullah and between him and his wife, he holds Abdullah’s left hand with his right hand and firmly attaches himself to Abdullah and Gulchehreh, saying, Let’s go to a fast-food shop to have sandwiches. Eat lunch together sandwiches.

Timor is falling in love with Mr. Abdullah who realizes that Timor Qazwini has evil intentions and thinks that in truth, they are a gay couple. Abdullah gets upset with Timor and punches his chin and Timor fall to the ground. Abdullah, who is like fighting against his rival in tae kwon do with his defeat, is punching and kicking Timor on the ground.

People gather around them, and Iranian asylum-seekers watching the tae kwon