A medley of nonsense


It is virtually certain that the Ba’thists carried this out.
The United States bombed a Syrian base where such weapons were held and destroyed some military aircraft. This is punishing the Syrian regime for its atrocity. Assad will think twice before ordering such a massacre. There is a price to pay for such massacres.
The air force is one of the Syrian state’s major advantages over its foes. By destroying warplanes the US will enfeeble the Syrian military considerably.
Trump ordered this punitive raid without seeking UN or congressional approval. He is commander in chief of the armed forces. He does not require Congress’ backing for minor actions. Clinton ordered missile strikes on Al Qa’eda in 1998 without such a vote.
Donald Trump was very complimentary about Vladimir Putin. Trump also said he prioritised smashing ISIS. Now Trump is blasting the Syrian dictatorship for its crimes against humanity. This is welcome. However, Trump has revealed himself to be volatile and inconsistent. There is no telling what he will do next. He does not care about the past only the future he says. This is partly because he does not wish to be accountable for his own actions. He does not study the causes of things and therefore cannot sensible forecast the consequences of his deeds.
The US has damaged its relations with Russia. This may be worth doing. Russia damages its relationships with many lands by its fulsome support for the vicious tyrant Al Assad.
President Trump wishes to annihilate ISIS. This is a noble goal. By degrading the Syrian military he has tilted the balance a little towards ISIS. Trump has probably not thought this through. His national security team may have advised him of this but Trump dismisses any unwelcome advice or information.
The US President could easily turn the other way next week. He might suddenly bear hug Putin and apologise for what he did. Excuse me as he said to Megyn Kelly. Trump has prolonged the conflict. He may have saved lives because now Dr Al Assad is less likely to authorise massive attacks on civilians.
More sanctions against Russia would also make Russia more reluctant to give Assad carte blanche for atrocities. It would also damage the Russian economy even further. Russians bluster that the sanctions are a filip to their economy. A well placed Russian source told me that this is all hot air. Sanctions do of course weaken the Russian economy and they are feeling the pinch. As Russia has less money she can ill afford to pursue such adventures abroad. Deepening sanctions against Russia would be praiseworthy. Congress and not the president can authorise this. Trump mused about lifting sanctions a few months ago. He is so unpredicable it is hard to know if he will encourage Congress to pass sanctions.
Moscow has learnt not to trust Trump. D J Trump is dishonest but he also does not know his own mind. He is so unreliable that even Trump cannot rely on himself.


The Syrian regime has launched a chemical attack on civilians. Dozens of civilians were slain in this barbaric attack this week. Three times before this the United Nations found that Dr Al Assad’s military had used chemical weapons against civilian targets. There have been other occasions when it was alleged that the Ba’athists used chemical weapons but the evidence was not conclusive. Human Rights Watch and the Syrian Observatory for Human Rights accused the Assad regime of using chemical weapons on more occasions but the UN did not endorse all of these allegations. The Ba’athists certainly possessed chemical weapons in 2013 and declared them. Al Assad’s regime supposedly destroyed its stockpiles of such weapons in September 2013. That was part of an agreement with Russia and the United States. In return the Obama administration agreed not to launch airstrikes on Assad’s military.
Dr Al Assad gave an interview a couple of years ago to the BBC. When questioned about these chemical attacks his blink rate went up fantastically when it came to him denying that it was his forces who used these weapons. His army has routinely used chlorine barrel bombs.
The Kremlin and Damascus blamed the rebels for the chemical attacks. Why would the rebels gas their own people? Assad the and Putin say this is so the rebels can blame Assad for it. The aim being to goad the United States into launching air strikes on the Ba’athist forces. In 2013 that might have made sense. As Assad’s men have used chemical weapons several times since and this has elicited no air strikes from the USA this argument falls apart. There insurgents do not have chemical weapons. There is no motive for them to use such weapons against people they control. They have killed civilians of other faiths. On this occasion the victims are mostly Sunni Muslims. There is no reason why the insurgents would use such weapons against civilians in their territory even if they possessed these weapons.
The case that the Assad dictatorship is responsible for this attack is absolutely  unanswerable. His regime has no credibility at all. It runs entirely fraudulent elections. It deliberately starves civilians to death. It boasts of the Hama Massacre when at least 10 000 civilians were killed by regime forces. It denies the repeated massacres of unarmed protesters in 2011.
President Donald Trump ordered missile strikes against Assad’s forces. This is the one decision Trump took that I approve of.
Putin thought that Trump was his man. Trump talked very tough on ISIS and cosied up to Putin. Moscow and Damascus had no way of predicting that Trump would react this way. Trump seems to detest the very notion of human rights. Therefore Putin and Assad reasoned that they could use chemical weapons with impunity.
Obama was a pensive sort. He considered his options carefully. He put it to a vote in Congress. President Obama tried to avoid hard decisions.
Trump is more decisive. Put another way he is unreflective. He has not thought through the consequences of his actions. Assad will be less likely to use such chemical weapons in future. The sad truth is that Trump has assisted ISIS.
Either ISIS or the Ba;thists will win. The Ba’athists are foul but ISIS is even worse. It really is about finding the lesser of two evils. The moderate opposition will not win. They are too few and have too many scruples. Most people of moderate opinion have fled the charnel house.

Trump has damaged relations with Russia. It is good that he does not care about this too much to prevent him from ordering such missile strikes. Bravo for Donald Trump. I never thought I would say it.
Trump is so erratic that he may turn the other way next week. The United States has little moral authority on this. Its air force killed 150 civilians in Iraq the week before. This was not a chemical attack but the effect was the same.
Chemical weapons are illegal. They are by their very nature indiscriminate. This is why their usage should be severely penalised.




Turkey and Russia have joined forces to fight against ISIS. Russian military spokesmen have said that the Turkish Air Force has carried out joint air strikes with the Russian Air Force against ISIS targets. This is a welcome development. ISIS is ghastly. It is roundly condemned by all right thinking Muslims.
A few weeks ago the Russian propaganda machine was accusing Ankara of backing Daesh. The Kremlin said that Turkey was purchasing oil from ISIS and assisting ISIS. This was a blatant lie. Why would the Turkish Government fund an organisation that kept setting off bombs aimed at Turkish civilians? It failed the reality test. All of a sudden these ludicrous claims are no longer made. The Turkish Government was demonised as being full of religious maniacs. Suddenly Moscow says that Ankara is reasonable. Why would the Turkish State back ISIS one week and bomb it the next? It does not make sense. Moscow puts out the daftest falsehoods. Many intelligent Russian people fall for these flagrant lies. Many useful idiots in Western countries think they are clever and audacious for believing in claims made by a government that is notorious for telling provable lies and has killed – literally killed –  its own free media.
Note that Turkey is a NATO country. Moscow often says that NATO is aggressive. If this is so then why does Russia co-operate with Turkey on this mission?
Moscow says there are no moderate rebels. They are all terrorists. One can only overthrow a violently oppressive government by the use of force. Some use of force is ethical such as killing soldiers in combat. SOme use of force is unethical such as willfully killing civilians or the use of torture. It is extremely well documented that the Syrian military and ISIS have both used torture on a gross scale and deliberately killed civilians by the tens of thousand. Moscow rightly highlights the countless crimes committed by ISIS. Moscow then denies the many, many atrocities committed by the tyrant Assad. By denying these crimes, providing intelligence, providing diplomatic cover, funding the Ba’athists and arming the Ba’athists the Russian Government is partly responsible for all these crimes.
Let us not forget what started this conflict. Decades of oppression by the Assad dynasty caused fury among the downtrodden Syrian populace. There was an insane level of adulation for the leader. The cult of personality extended to people swearing fealty to Bashir Al Assad before every football match. Not to Syria but to him personally. The Syrian Constitution stated that only a person over 35 could become president. The constitution was violated to allow the 34 year old to become president.
The Syrian regime severely mistreated its people for decades. The United Nations says that there is a right to rebel when one is oppressed. Putin supports Lenin. Was Lenin a terrorists for overthrowing the democratic government in Russia? He certainly was. How about those democrats who overthrow the absolutism of the Tsar? Were the terrorists? Putin would probably say yes. He likes unenlightened dictatorship and detests free societies.
There was no free media in Syria and is none now. There was no right to protest. Because the government was so arrantly oppressive people rose up. ISIS is monstrous. Some people support it because they subscribed to its ideology. Others back it because they reason that the Ba’athists are even worse. Moreover, because of the numerous massacres of Sunni civilians carried out by Ba’athists some reason that Da’esh is the only thing standing between them and Assad’s pogromists.
People lived in poverty and had no civil rights. They hoped for something better. Their pleas for peaceful reform were organised. The Ba’athists used unfair trials, unlimited espionage, detention with trial, torture and unlawful killing to control the people. Unarmed, peaceful protesters were shot dead in their hundreds. This happened time and again. That is what caused the insurrection. The Ba’athist blatantly oppressive policies were fulsomely supported by Moscow. Putin backed the Ba’athists to the hilt. Because Assad had arms and money from Russia he was less inclined to reform. This put his enemies back up. They were less likely to parley. Assad has always negotiated in bad faith. He constantly promised reform. The Turkish Government had a very cordial relationship with him in 2011. When the demonstrations broke out the Turkish people were increasingly dismayed to see their Syrian neighbours murdered by the Ba’athists merely for asking for human rights. Assad vowed reform. Ankara pressed him to make genuine reform and not pretend to make reform. As he repeatedly broke promises to do this Ankara became infuriated. He did the same about ceasefires.
As Daesh is being bombed by Turkey and Russia Daesh will be largely defeated. Terrorist organisations can seldom be comprehensively defeated. It will not be smashed in a decisive battle. It will be very slowly strangled. It may continue in some form for decades. It might be mainly crushed now but there could be a recrudescence of Daesh activity in several years time.#






Reem was at a New Year’s party with her husband. She wore a black satin dress that bulged at her bust but did not show any decollete.
The dress reached down to just past her knees. Her silver high heeds added three inches to her moderate height. Reem’s hair had a playful
quiff in it. Her diamond choker set off her mid brown skin and body glitter. She wore pendant earings that added
an extra not of glamour. She was carefully made
up with purple lips and light foundation. The bright blue around her eyes made her seem to be a mirage of mysterious beauty. She wore a smile that was ony half false. Only an hour before her husband had had her in a headlock. Now she was playing the
perfect wife for the Karachi elite. As she quaffed a flute of champagne she guessed that half the women in the room had been through
the same. Reem was 26 but her healthy skin had the lumescence of one ten years younger. Her maroon eyes glowed with a sad intelligence.
She could not hire her inner unhappiness however hard she tried. She strove to remind herself how fortunate she was to have three healthy
children. She was a millionairess in a city where many lived in dire penury/. Things could be an awful lot worse she told herself.

Iqbal was an odious mostachioed man of 40. His black hair was flecked with grey and too carefully brushed. His white dinner jacket was
too brash and showed his lack of taste. His black leather shoes were very pointy at the toes and made of super shiny material.
It was all too ostentatious. This was Reem’s horrid husband. He spoke a little too loud and was too blatant in his cack handed attempts to
flirt with the few single women at the party. At 5’8″ he was almost tall for a Pakistani. His pot belly did him no favours and his
clothes were always a bit too tight; emphasising this unappealing feature of his. His loamy voice was croaky from over a quarter century of
smoking. His eyes were a little blood shot. The champers was getting to him and Reem knew he has snorted coke before coming out. At
least that meant he would not do her tonight. He had been abusing drugs for a while. At first the devil’s dandruff had made him hornier
than ever. Now he could hardly get it up. That came was a relief to Reem but she still craved sex.

The party picked up. Reem gladly complimented her friends on their outfits. Some were decidedly daring. Alcohol flowed freely in what
was officially a dry city. Reem could not abide it that some of those guzzling booze boasted of their Islamic piety outside the confines
of this five star hotel. These hypocritical politicians thought that Sharia law was for the poor.

Reem looked admiringly at the figures of some of the other ladies. She had given birth for the third time only months before and she had
not yet shed the extra weight. She tried not to beat herself up about that.

The band played a slow and some couples drifted onto the dance floor for a slow. A big silver ball rotated as the multicolorued lights
sparkled teasingly. 20 floors beneath this cosmopolitan elegance Reem knew that many people lived in the most abject penury. Yes, she
must remember that she was one of the lucky few. Iqbal murmured incoherently to himself. The alcohol had turned him into a zombie.

Just then she noticed a tall white man hove into view. He was over six feet tall. His thick, dark brown hair was just slightly messy.
She liked that. This man looked after himself without being vain. The black dinner jacket suited him perfectly. He had a dress shirt
to go with it and he had clearly tied the bow tie himself. It was not one of the ridiculous ready made bow ties favoured by Italian
waiters and clowns. His black laceup shoes were polished but they were not made of that revolting extra shiny material.

“Good evening; my names’s George” he said; his clean shaven face smiling as he extended his hand.

Reem was dumbstruck for a moment. She felt like she was 12 again and filled with girlish glee. She then gathered herself and shook his
hand. This itself was a risque gesture in Pakistan.

“Hello” she said softly ; almost giggling. “My name is Reem:”

“Well Reem. Good to make your acquaintance. May I say your heels are so very stylish and they do flatter your calves most pleasingly;”

Male attention; she did not get enough of that. She could tell that some of her servants desired her but these men dare not declare it.
From her husband she got the odd grope and occasional charmless fuck. But sex with him was solely procreative. It was an unwelcome chore for her/
Here was a man who knew how to pay a compliment. It was a subtle one. She had worked hard on these details and he had noticed that. She
felt her pussy moisten. If only she could have someone like him in her life and not that perverted, brutal sot who was snoozing on a chair
beside her.

“Wow. Thank you so much George. Are you from England?” she asked relaxing.

“No; Ireland actually;” he said. He was eyeing her with barely concealed desire.

“I grew up in England and Scotland; I know the accent. That is why I asked. What are you doing in Pakistan?” she inquired. She felt
a little self-conscious about how unashamedly he was flirting with his facial expressions and grooming.

“I am a private tutor to the Chief Minister’s sons.” said George

“OH yes. I heard about you. ” said Reem. “You go to the Sindh Club sometimes. They say all the single girls there really fancy you.”

“Oh shucks! Too bad I cannot marry them since I am not a Muslim.” said George. He sensed that she was nervous. It would not do to be
seen speaking for her for too long. He did not wish to draw suspicion on her. “Well I do hope I get to speak to your husband some day
Seems to be a bit out of sorts at the minute. I have a job but I have a lot of free time in the mornings. Always looking to give
educational consultancy to people with children who want education abroad.” tHEN IN A Fluid movement George raised his glass as if
to clink glasses with her. He managed to slip her his business card as they chinked glasses. Then he moved on swiftly.


Reem left it a couple of days. Would she? Did she dare? She was no fool. She knew that George did not want to talk about her children’s
education. She also knew that tongues might wag. She told her husband that George had spoken to them at the party. She convinced Iqbal
that he had been so drunk he did not remember. This was a likely proposition.

Reem then bought a pay as you go phone; not registered to any name.

When no one was around she called George.
“Hi George it is Reem; Do you remember me?”

“I will never forget you” he said bouncily.
On hearing those words her hopes were confirmed. George was not touting for business.

“We should meet and speak about my kids’ education.” the tone in her voice indicated something very different.

” Oh goody. And will your charming husband be accompanying you? ” he asked.

“Not this time” said Reem.

“Well that makes things clearer” he said mischievously. ” I live at the Hilton Hotel. Room 69. Yes, they must have heard something of
my personal preferences” he quipped.

She laughed raucously.

“I tell you what. I go to the gum every day at 9. Then I go up to my room at 9;30; Perhaps you could drop by?”

“Yes, certainly” she said.

He had provided her with the perfect excuse. Next morning the elder two were off at nursery. She left the baby in the care of the nanny.
The driver took her to the Hilton to use the women’s gym. Reem went in there and changed but not into gym clothes though she had brought
them; She put on a blue chador. She took the lift to room 69 and approached the door.

Reem’s heart was pounding. Did she dare do this? She really wanted to but the risks were so great. She paused and thought.
But her desire overcame her and almost on instinct she knocked on the door. Alea jacta est.

George wore a white dressing gown as he opened the door rapidly. He was shocked to see a chador.

“It’s Reem” she whispered as she stepped inside. She cast off the hood.

There were no preliminaries; he grabbed her and snogged her. She was stunned but delighted. It was like every romantic film she had
ever seen but never experienced. He held her in his arms and she was so glad to be hugged and wanted. It was no illusion. He really
desired her.

Reem could not quite believe she was casting off her blue chador. Underneath she had cycling shorts and a sports T shirt. He rubbed
her D cup boobs. She had never burned with lust like this. She opened her eyes as they kissed. Her was rubbing the back of her neck and
then he kissed her throat.

What would she think of her body,? She fretted. She noticed that his dressing gown was slightly open. He had recently showered
and was fragrant with aftershave. She saw George’s slim and muscular body. It was a world away from the ugly obesity of her husband
This is what every girl wanted;

He started tugging at her T shirt; She nodded consent and panted as he lifted it off. It revealed her fabulous brown boobs. She was
embarrassed that they were not as firm as they once had been. She had breast fed three babies. But he fell on them and sucked them
avidly. She had never felt so desired. She noticed him dry humping her. A large bulge in his dressing gown was poking into his stomach.
He was so tall that it was up there.

George led her hands to his dressing gown; inviting her to undo the belt. Though hesitant she undid it. The dressing gown fell open.

She glared at his quivering uncircumcised erection. It was much bigger than her husband’s. She wanted it insider her more than
anything else in the world.

Then he pulled at her cycling shorts. With difficulty she lowered them. She only had knickers on underneath. They were plain black ones;
not sexy. How had she not thought of that? Had she somehow not expected it to go this far? She could not help herself.

She lay back on the bed. She had last minute doubts. There was still a chance to back out. She did not have to do this.

George cast his dressing gown off. He then grabbed her knickers; not bothering to seek ^permission. He whisked off her last garment/
Thank God she had had a wax: Reem told herself. But his desire for her was so lambent that hair would not have put him off.

He climbed on top of her. She was beathing heavily and she eyed him cautiously but she knew it was too late. She had thrown caution
to the winds. She wanted to scream yes but the word could not come/

He entered her abruptly. He was rock hard and she only then noticed how moist she was. She was drenching the crisp white sheet with her
secretions. She had not known ot was possible to be so turned on.

He fucked her hard and passionately. His knees were bent and her legs were in the air; flailing helplessly. She cooed and eyed him spellbound.

She had not known that sex could be so fantastic. She closed her eyes and cooed with sublime pleasure. He felt his firm and athletic body.

Everything about him was so attractive and he made her feel attractive too. She was tense but relaxed into it. Her body quailed with pent
up lust. She cried out in joy as he hammered into her. She reached orgasm for only the third time in her life<. It was twice as good
as the other times put together. She moaned with sheer joy. The bliss tingled all the way down to her toes. Reem was floating on air.

Just then George groaned mightily as he empited his balls into her suculent pussy.

They lay panting and perspiring. Reem stared deep into his azure eyes. She knew she had fallen hopelessly in love with this man.

“What have you done?” she whispered; “You have conquered me. I simply have to have you.”

“I know and I have to have you;”

They gathered themselves and cuddled and chatted. She poured out her life story. But they could not be too long. He set up an email account.
He would write drafts for her to read. The account was in her name. She would write drafts for him to send. Some genuine anodyne emails were sent
by her to companies. Drafts from them to each other were to be deleted after reading. In this way they could keep in touch without
arousing suspicion;

Every weekday morning; She came around to the gym but snuck up to George for some real exercise. Reem got such good sexercise that she
was losing weight and toning up her muscles. She felt awake and alive. In the car on the way to the hotel her pussy would be dribbling* in
*anticipation. George was a sensitive lover. It was a revelation to meet a boy who cared about her getting the most from sex.

Reem had had insecurities about her body. But he clearly adored every inch of her>. He caressed her love handles and sang the praises of her bodyparts.
Reem had never felt so sure of herself before: She was also energised and more alive than ever.

Just occasionally she had sperm in her if her husband had fucked her than morning. She washed out the sperm of the man she hated.
After George made love to her she had to wash out his sperm in case her husband decided to make a move on her that night.

George did not smoke and hardly drank. He made an excellent lover. He genuinely liked giving her cunnilingus. He appreciated Reem on all
levels and they chatted sometimes before sex as well as afterwards. Reem was worried because she had given birth naturally thrice.
Was her pussy too loose for him. But no he assured her. He liked it the way it was. “You are a real woman. You are fertile. Your body has been
used for its proper purpose.”

Reem then said that her husband wanted her to have another baby. She was to stop breast feeding as this reduced the chances of conceiving
George had drunk from her uberous tits on a few occasions. He quipped that he would starve without them.

“Shouldn’t you find real girlfriend instead of being my lover?” she said

*”Every time I go to St Patrick’s Cathedral the mothers are trying to set me up with their daughters; Invitations to tea. It is unreal
Because I am Christian I can marry them but no thanks.> You are the one I want;”

“I really like you George. I mean I really; really like you on all levels but can this go on? What if we get caught?”

“Some things are worth dying for” he said.

She knew that he meant it. Reem had been smoking shisha’s to cope with stress. She gave up as George soothed her. She also ate less; she had no
need for comfort eating. She had love in her life>. She appreciated the way he valued her opinions and praised her intellect.
Reem had not been so respect by men before: He also cracked her up with endless jokes.

Reems’s husband had forced her to have anal sex sometimes which she hated. It was so painful and degrading. George said he never wanted to
do that to her. She was far too good that that/ It would be an insult to her feminimity. He only wanted her love hole; her lady flower.

“And my husband wants me to have another baby” she said

“You will have another baby but he will not” he said wickedly;

“Oh you are naughty” she said but smiled;

“Come on do you want him to be the father of your next child?”

“No way. I want you to; I want to be the mother of your baby.” said Reem/

“Trouble is if you become pregnant how will you know who the father is?” asked George

“Come on you do me five times a week: Sometimes twice in the same morning. He does me once a week if that. Nine out of
ten when I become pregnant you will be the father.”

“Just see the colour when the baby is born ; If the baby is very light brown then I am the father; But
won’t your husband be suspicious?”

“I am a qurter Persian” said Reem “My granny was very white. So no. He will be delighted with a pale baby”

“I want a little girl” said George

“I want a daughter too. I already have three boys.” said Reem. She was also thrilled that he was no sexist. He wanted a girl even more than a boy.
He constantly talked about his niece of whom he was so fond.

Reem and George would hug each other and look at each other in a full length mirror naked. They felt they were the ideal couple. The both
liked the contrast of white and brown skin.

From then on they had no oral sex. George insisted they did not waste a drop of sperm; “The most important thing is to get you pregnant”

“I could not agree more” said Reem with elation. For the first time she actually wanted to conceive. Her lover was handsome and virile/
He had a full head of hair unlike her husband who was balding at the temples/ He actually cared for her and did everything to make her
happy. He was an honest man and he had achieved things. He did not hurt anyone and he was polite even to the lowliest servant.

Iqbal went away for a business trip for a week. It turned into two weeks. In that time Reems period did not come.
She realised she was pregnant;

“George I am pregnant” she said diffidently

“That is fantastic” he said filled with delight.

” I have not taken a pregnancy test but I can tell not just because of the missed mesntruaation. I can always tell because
I smeel things better ; I have been pregnant five times; Two miscarriages you see. I want this baby more
than life itself” said Reem

“Who is the father” he said suddenly circumspect.

She looked at him square in the face.

“You are” she said slowly;

” I know you speak the truth” he said deliberately. Then he snogged her.

She added; “I know it is you because he has been away for two weeks and he did not do me for two weeks before that. Missed period was
*a week back. But there is the trouble. He might realise he cannot have impregnated me. What am I going to do? ” she cried; ” I could never have
an abortion;”

“YOU are not going to do that. You just need to say you became pregnant sooner. Lie about the date of conception.”

They successfully tricked the doddery old drug addict. It felt so good for Reem to be carrying her lover’s baby. She was also getting
one over Iqbal. That cowardly old bully had been defeated; Her handsome young lover had defeated hiM. Reem was very apprehensive in case
she had a miscarriage. She was honest with herself; her previous miscarriages had come as a relief. But now she desperately wanted to give birth
to George’s child.

Reem thrilled to the baby’s kicks.
She felt the life leap inside her. To bear a child conceived in love was the most wonderful thing of all. Her flesh had been united forever with the man
she gave herself to. She was so glad that the baby would inherit her lover’s looks and his IQ. Being an adultress was fun.

As Reem was pregnant her appalling spouse laid off her. She went to the hotel to do pregnancy exercises; She enjoyed her lover’s ministrations all through the
gestation. She had feared her would go cool on her during pregnancy as her husband used to. But it was the opposite. She felt twice as
loved as before. Her also desired her body more. He fucked her with extra verve. He caressed every curve of her; She was ballooning
but had never felt so gorgeous. She was brimming with life and optimism.

Nine months were up and Reem told her husband that the baby was late.

Finally Reem delivered the baby vaginally. She named her Fatima.

Reem brought the baby to the Hilton cafe where George just happened to be. He held his daughter for the first time when she
*was a week old. She could see that he was smitten with his baby.

That night Iqbal died of a heart attack. Reem inherited all his money. She moved to London with her children and married G





About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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