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He stumbled into the club and the stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke hit his nose. He removed his taqiyah and squeezed through the frenzied crowd of narcotics-filled dancers. He looked at them in disgust, the damned infidels had no idea what was coming. He held his bag tighter, as soon as he was done, the club would make one final bang and that will be it.

“Hey baby,” He felt a hand on his shoulder. “Dance with me?”

He turned around and saw a girl with long black hair and very red lips smiling at him. His brain screamed ‘Haram!’, he agreed but he was about to do something that would get him direct access to Jannah, he had nothing to worry about. He would be helping her too, she was a filthy slut. Maybe sleeping with a saint will get her some mercy. Continue reading