I’m feeling so bad for Iran, so bad for Iran, kay don’t even ask. Just look at Israel and its tuttoo America! Bhai, okay, you don’t like Khamaini and all his generals and all his Higher Ups and all their Lower Downs, per yeh koi baat hai kay jub dil chaahay, you just get up and bomb anyone you don’t like?

So many times, Mulloo has said bad things about me and kaatoed my patta, so many times Sunny and I have had tu-tu main-main, so many times Janoo’s sisters have churrhoed on my nerves, so many times I’ve wanted to kill them all, but have I?

No. And why not? Because, aik tau, I don’t want to phaansi churrho for anyone. Two, because even if I got away with it, like Epstein’s murderer managed to maaro him without anyone finding out and that also in jail, with 24/7 cameras, all of which happened to be kharaab that day, Allah would know and, on the day of qayamat, He would ask me, kay bhai, what was your problem? What face will I show Him then?

And, waisay bhi, in the meantime — until qayamat day rolled around — I wouldn’t be able to live with my conscious. Because I believe what goes around, comes........

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