I am currently publishing this document without any corroboratory evidence. I have more than couple of dozen files on my hard drive to corroborate the statementes made in this very long document. However, I am once again feeling exhausted; therefore, I will try to attach corroboratory files either tomorrow or within a few days.
This is the second and significantly expanded draft of this article; I have much more proof, involving many more so-called coincidences and a lot of screenshots of computing problems, residing on my hard disk. However, the nefarious, truly horrendous, parties are badly exhausting my musculoskeletal system. I will add more screen shots later. The final document, which should become available within the next month to 6 months, has the potential to be significantly betterr, as well. Until then, read the events describing the horrendous use of telepathy to ruin the life of a genius. I will, whenever the circumstances will become permissive, try to update the layout of the document, as well, to make it more enjoyable to read.
The most critical points:
- Year 2000: an email from dr_iqbal@yahoo.com commenting on what had been projected on my sleeping brain the previous night, events that mankind, doctors, and psychologists call dreams or nightmares. The email was read by all of the members of the sahics97 emailing list, and at least 4 boys decided to comment on the matter.
- Year 2003: Married Sania Mumtaz showed at precisely the time when I was about to submit my parser assignment and sat on the desk right next to where I was sitting assuming a rather vulgar pose. After her arrival, all of the installations of Visual Studio installed in FAST—NUCES, Lahore’s main computing laboratories stopped working.
- 2006 and 2016: I qualify as a rare genius who had managed to finish William Stallings Operating Systems: Design And Internals within a mere 20 hours after having missed almost all of the lectures. However, the outside parties obdurately trying to stall my reading sessions turned an introductory text on C++ into a 6 months’ long treck that involved many bouts of severe anxiety as to what was happening. I have proof to corroborate this statement, however, the controlling group is not letting me publish the proof with any degree of ease.
- Around 2014 or 2015: Subarctic temperatures only within my room in 2014–2015. Purchases from Amazon to prove that I had been experiencing spectacularly unusual temperatures within the confines of my own room.
- Around 2016 or 2017: Lacking Explanation Severe Bouts of Back Pain in 2016–2017: Immense reliance on Deep Heat to stay seated and use of back warming magnetic support belts to continue working. Support belts were purchased using ShoppingBag.pk service.
- Profound Anomalous Changes In Behavior in 2019: Starting from 2005 till the end of 2016, I had been resolutely declining to meet the members of the Mughlia clan living in Rawalpindi and some of the members living in Lahore, for example, Zia Mehmood’s family. However, after 2017, I completely lost track of what was happening to me and started conversing with these people on Facebook. I had no idea what I was doing, and my chats, still recorded on Facebook, indicate clearly that I had absolutely no idea where they were, and what they had been doing.
Although all of the American and British secret agencies that stand to lose immense levels of clout and authority by simply accepting that telepaths and telepathy exist, and telepaths can spectacularly easily read another person’s mind keep denying their existence, nevertheless, the truth, verifiable truth, contradicts all of their statements outstandingly convincingly and in an unambiguous manner. Telepaths exist and they have been busy wreaking havoc in my life; I am a true rare genius and a lot of people could benefit immensely if I were to simply acquiesce to their demands, and owing to my resolute denial to accept their demands, telepaths and telekinesis specialists have been wreaking havoc in my life for over 28 years. As general population and even scientists first like to first see some empirical proof before delving into the long history of when it started and what sort of other events you faced that can further corroborate the evidence that you have presented in the opening few paragraphs, hence, let me start by the most recent events which all started by a unplanned but sever nerve-racking discovery of a BBC sports caster named Amanda Davies in the year 2007.
After discovering Amanda Davies in mid or late 2007, who was working for BBC Corporation at the time, and following her sports bulletin for over 6–8 months or so, as I was single at the time and was not aware of her marital status, I sent her a letter with the desire to become friends with her. Having sent that letter, I then became involved with my writing and computing, however, I still kept an on her Twitter and then eventually Instagram account for over 3 years and a year respectively. After quietly observing her behavior for over 3 years, I decided to stop following her accounts as it became abundantly clear to me that she, because of one reason or another, had zero desire to converse with her followers and fans. Hence, I completely stopped following her accounts and T.V. show in late 2011 or very early, probably 1st month of 2012. Having stopped watching her show in the late 2012 or very early 2013, in the June of the year 2013, while I was asleep, my cerebrum, or asleep brain, got inundated with outstandingly strange imagery — I like to call them projections, whereas the psychologists and doctors while lying to the general population and their patients in the case of whom they are under an oath of care tell them the truth yet they have telling them that they had been having dreams created by the memories and events stored in their subconscious. The projections that were created on my asleep cerebrum involved the sports journalist Amanda Davies first standing in a velodrome somewhere and then getting her buttocks and foot size measured while still in that velodrome. In those projections, I was shown not only the velodrome part but also the part where she was getting her buttocks and feet measured. After waking up, as I had not been watching her show for over 3–4 months and not kept an eye on any of her accounts, hence, I went straight to her Twitter account, and the video of the whole incident was pinned at the top of her twitter account. After watching the show, it turned out that not only had all of the those events taken place, but they had taken place in a velodrome in Milan, Italy.
When it comes to usual or ordinary “projections” that the psychologists and doctors are able to dismiss as dreams created by the memories residing in the subconscious or a person’s strong emotional feeling towards another person, people are almost always not left with much information about how neurology works, the subconscious works, and all of that jazz that these medical professionals like to quote when defending their outright dismissal of what a person had experienced while that person was asleep. However, in this particular case, the circumstance raises an ear burstingly loud question that how on earth was my subconscious or so-called emotional bond — I had completely stopped following the person on all channels including television more than 3 months prior to this incident of inundation of projections on my mind — could have known that where would she be appearing and what sort of actions would be performed on her. For example, the projections on my mind clearly showed her standing inside of a velodrome. As a person who had not been following her for over 3 months, how exactly did my subconscious or personal feelings, which I never had for her, created these dreams that she would be appearing in a velodrome. The projections created on my brain also showed her getting her buttocks measured and her feet measures, and when I returned to her account after a hiatus of over 3 months after these projects just to see whether it had actually happened, she had posted the video as the top most video on her Twitter account. All of the aforementioned activities, getting the buttocks and foot size measured, had taken place in that video. How in the heaven’s name would any doctor or psychologist explain this event where the person had no knowledge of where the other person was planning to go, which type of building that person was planning to visit, and what sort of activities were about to take place in that building? All of these events have no plausible explanation. However, this is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to all of the various types of inexplicable events that have taken place in my life.
Amanda Davies, Caroline Davies, and Destinations Inextricably Linked To The Letter Sender’s Life
Since being taken back to her account in the year 2013 by inundating my cerebrum with projections of Amanda Davies appearing in a velodrome, one of the most outstanding coincidences which has remained a frequent presence in my life is the appearance of a person named Caroline Davies as a BBC journalist. Amanda Davies has an elder sister named Caroline Davies, which would remain the very start of the long chain of inextricably linked events. Since starting to make appearances on the BBC.com as a BBC correspondent, Caroline Davies has almost entirely been covering events taking places in the cities with which I have in one way or another some outstandingly strong connection. For example, she has so far covered events taking place in Quetta, where one of my former favorites and one of the best friends Dr. Azhar Ali Chaudary lives as a member of the Armed Forces Core of doctors. Then Caroline Davies has covered a lot of events which have taken place in various regions of Iran. It just so happens that my the best friend of 8th and 9th grade with whom I remained physically in touch till 2002, namely Zeshan Haider who first disclosed to me that telepaths exist for real and they can badly manipulate people’s faculties, was married to an Iranian woman Named Mojedeh Qanbari. Apart from these two places, Caroline Davies has mostly covered events taking place in Lahore, and as the luck would have it, I live in Lahore, the very Pakistani and the only Pakistani who had at till the end of 2015 or 2018 ever sent Amanda Davies a letter from Pakistan. Can any decent person reading content find how inextricably linked all of these events are? To top it all off, Caroline Davies has been busy covering the political events in which mostly Imran Khan has remained involved. It’s the worst kept secret of my life that I absolutely loathe the existence of PTI leader and Pakistan cricket team’s former captain Imran Khan. He was the most corrupt cricketer of his time, a horrendous, truly horrible cricketing captain, and now an outstandingly abusive politician of our modern times.
Apart from Quetta, where one of my former extremely good friend lives and Iran where the ex-wife and former in-laws of my former the best friend live, she has mostly been active in Lahore, and it just so happens that the very person who had sent Amanda Davies a letter, of course, me, namely Irfan Surdar, has been living in Lahore since 1997, precisely December 1996.
I am attaching screen shots of various events, not all of them, that Caroline Davies has covered in Pakistan. When it comes to Caroline Davies’ activities as a BBC.com sports journalist, I would like to reiterate certain crucial facts. As stated before, she has mostly focused on Iran where Zeshan Haider’s former in-laws live, and the parts of Pakistan and the events which are somehow inextricably linked to my existence. For example, her focus on events taking place in Quetta where Azhar Ali Chaudary has been posted, and Lahore where I live. To make matters even more interesting, of all of the politicians in Pakistan, namely Nawaz Sharif, Shabaz Sharif, Asif Ali Zardari, Bilawal Zardari, or Maryam Nawaz, Caroline Davies’ core and entire focus on Imran Khan’s existence not only raises more questions, it also links the whole of the affair to my choices and existence, as well. When it comes to Caroline Davies’s involvement in affairs involving Imran Khan, both Amanada Davies and Imran Khan have degrees from Oxford. Amanda Davies covers sporting events, and Imran Khan remained a sporting hero for over 25 years. Imran Khan is a former cricketer, and the only person from Pakistan who has ever sent Amanda Davies a letter, of course the author of his document, namely Irfan Surdar, remained the fastest bowler in his small town for two consecutive years, started playing cricket when he was in 4th grade, has been a sports aficionado since 1985. Just talk about the similarities in the whole of the affair involving Amanda Davies, Caroline Davies the reporter, Caroline Davies the reporter’s obsession with only one politician who calls himself a stellar sportsman, and her focus on the events taking place in only those regions where in one way or the other, two of my the best or extremely close former friends have extremely strong involvement.
The Caroline Davies’ saga reaches its crescendo by closely inspecting or analysing her choice of politician in Pakistan whose activities she has decided to follow. Caroline Davies has been busy solely covering the political events in which mostly Imran Khan has remained involved. It is the worst kept secret of my life that I absolutely loathe the existence of PTI leader and Pakistan cricket team’s former captain Imran Khan. He was the most corrupt cricketer of his time, truly horrible cricketing captain, and now an outstandingly abusive politician of our modern times. When it comes to Caroline Davies’s focus on Imran Khan’s career, my loathing or revulsion for the person is not the only part that makes the coverage interesting. When it comes to the coincidences involved, I have already stated in unequivocal terms my involvement in cricket since 1984, and the mere fact that I am probably the only person who has ever sent Amanda Davies a letter and probably the only person who used to follow that sports bulletin from Pakistan. The other extremely interesting part is that apart from Quetta and Iran, she has been mostly active in Lahore, and it just so happens that the very person who had sent Amanda Davies a letter has been living in Lahore since 1997, precisely December 1996.
Historical Context — Scientifically Unexplained Events Prior To 2012
I have started the document with Amanda Davies’ existence as presenting the proof was spectacularly easy. Amanda Davies, Caroline Davies, and then Caroline Davies’ almost core focus on issues or cities that are somehow almost inextricably linked to my existence. However, when it comes to the events which have zero, a grand total of zero, scientific explanation, such events had started to take place long before I had stumbled upon Amanda Davies’ existence on BBC WorldWide.
The Very First Mentioning of Telepaths And Telepathy
When I was growing up in the city of Jhelum, I met a young teenage boy named Zeshan Haider in 8th grade. During our very first meeting near what used to be our F. G. School’s goal post’s goalpost, he started conducting an interview to get to know me better. During that interview, asked various questions to get to know me and my habits better, and one line of questioning focused on whether the tale involving the telepaths in the series Daivta in what used to be Suspense digest was real or not. Zeshan started asking questions by focusing on what sort of books and digests I used to read, and whether I had ever read stories in Suspense digest? Upon becoming aware of the fact that I used to read Suspense and Jasoosi digest regularly, he started inquiring about the tale discussed in the Daivta story. When I started mentioning the characters and the fact that I used to follow that tale with some fervor, he inquired about my opinion of faith in telepathic powers. I told him that I believed that it was merely a work of fiction and such transference of thought or power was not possible.
Upon hearing my comments and views on the matter, Zeshan Haider said without even a hint of doubt that I was unequivocally incorrect on this matter, and that he knew for sure that telepaths existed, telekinesis was possible, and people had the ability to STEAL some of our thoughts and ideas without even entering our room. The confidence with which he dismissed my statement that I believed it was merely a fictional tale and how he know of telepathy, telekinesis, and remote stealing of thoughts later convinced me of the fact that one such person must have lived in his village, or near his village, and convinced him using his power by using his ability to read people’s minds. While I was still growing up in Jhelum, we used to visit my father’s sister living in Mangla who was teaching Urdu in high school. During one such trip to Mangla, I straight away reached for the kitchen of her house which was the nearest to the entrance of her house. When I entered the kitchen, I saw that she had an unusually large sized pot on her electrical stove and was busy making subcontinent’s traditional kheer for a large gathering. When I inquired that phopho why did you have such a large pot on the stove, she inquired with a look of surprise on her face that did I not know that telepaths existed and they were capable of transferring thoughts from one person to another. With that said, she then replied with utmost confidence that she know on that day that Anwar, name of her brother and my father, would visit her that day, and she was making kheer for the whole family.
Utterly Unexplained Fleeting Cerebral Failures and Miraculous Recoveries: Stellar Abuses Of Telepathy
Having heard about telepathy from just two people in the city of Jhelum, I forgot all about telepathy and entered university wanting to become a mechanical engineer but having forced to enrol for an undergraduate degree program at a computer science institution. When I first arrived in Lahore to get enrolled in FAST–NUCES, I started faltering abysmally owing to my profound, beyond description, lack of interest in computer science. Consequently, by the end of the first semester, I had failed the mathematics course and needed to repeat the physics course to ensure my continued enrolment at FAST. During the final of the repeat course of Physics, the chair in front of me was vacant when I was handed the paper, and when I started to read the paper, I felt as if the whole of the paper was written in a foreign language; I had always been a very good student of Physics, and had only faltered at FAST as I had started to miss way too many lectures. While I was sitting stunned in my chair with the paper making zero sense at all, a girl, who probably was greatly interested in me and was the most beautiful girl at our computer science university, showed up and took that vacant chair right in front of me. Lo and behold and the mother of all miracles, along with her arrival, our Physics professor Dr. Arshad Bhatti showed up, as well. With the arrival of these two people, all of a sudden, the whole of my cerebrum awoke from that artificially induced slumber or darkness and became alive and fully abuzz again, the fully awake and buzzing state which I had been accustomed to since my school topping day. As soon as I regained my normal state with the arrival of these two people, the Physics paper that had previously been making no sense at all suddenly became perfectly readable and comprehensible. Although I am not sure, however, if I am not mistaken, in that repeated course where the paper was previously making no sense at all, I managed to get the highest grades. I have recently been watching a psychologist’s videos, and according to that psychologist and other psychologists, once a person’s brain becomes frozen, meaning temporarily loses to engage in rational thought or perform its usual functions, they have to get professional help to become functional again or have to rely on some sort of reviving medications. If all of these statements made by psychologists are correct, then how exactly did the combined arrival of a girl who had a crush on me and one of the finest professors of Physics in the whole of the Lahore all of a sudden resolve my problem of the brain freeze and inability to read questions pertaining to somewhat dense physics? When it comes to the girl who took the vacant seat in front of me and my statement regarding her interest in me, it was mutual but undisclosed appreciation from both sides; I had observed her behavior and gotten an extremely strong feeling that she was strongly interested in me and as the luck would have it, she was the person sitting in front of me, and it was her arrival coupled with the arrival of professor Arshad Bhatti that resolved my profoundly garbled or cerebrally incapacitated state.
When it comes to temporary or fleeting complete cerebral failure as discussed in the previous couple of paragraphs, precisely the same stuff happened to me when I was retaking the course of Discrete Mathematics that had happened during the courses of Physics and eventually Compiler Construction; some external entity plunged my cerebrum into complete darkness. I completely lost the ability to read what had been printed on the question paper. It just so happens that the teacher of the repeat course of Discrete Mathematics, a FAST graduate named Humayun Ahmed, kept staring at me with a knowing look on his face when I was looking here and there owing to perplexity that the whole of the question paper had become completely unfathomable, and then, after staring at me for a few minutes, he started walking towards me and took a position right behind my chair. I was the only person in the last row, and the whole of two third of the column on the right side of the class was empty. As soon as he took that position behind me, all of sudden my cerebrum recovered from that state of complete darkness, and the paper which should have been perfectly comprehensible from the beginning, eventually started making perfect sense. Although I was not able to get a good score in the course, nevertheless, if I remember correctly, I was still able to score 74 percentage points in the course. To make matters even worse, I had a poor score in the semester work, and got a much better score in the final to take the eventual score to 74 percentage points in at the end of the semester.
Job At WorldWerx (Vroom), Continued Talk of Telepathy, Uses And Stellar Abuses of Telepathy
Starting from year 1997, owing to my profound interest in mechanical engineering, for the next 3 years, I failed to develop any interest in computer science. Had it not been for a repeat course of data structures in the summer of 1998 under the tutelage of Rehan Ahmad, I would have failed to learn any subject well. However, Rehan Ahmad sahab was able to teach me programming and data structures so well that within a short duration of two months, I became quite a proficient programmer. However, I once again lost my way as a student when he left as a teacher and usual proceedings returned, meaning that I once again failed to learn any other subject well. In the March of the year 2000, I started a job as a junior software engineer at Vroom Technologies (formerly WorldWerx Inc) where more than a dozen or so of former FAST, Lahore graduates were working. While I was working as a trainee junior engineer in the April or May of 2000, a senior member of the Vroom Technologies staff named Ali Ahsan started chatting with me while I was still seated in the area reserved for the trainee junior engineers. During that chat, Ali Ahsan, just like Zeshan Haider in 1992, brought up the subjects. He inquired in that hall that had I ever heard of or met a telepath, and having forgotten about the short chat with Zeshan Haider in 1992, I said that I had never heard of or met any telepaths. Eventually, Ali Ahsan told me that telepaths most definitely existed, and one such woman had made a name for herself in Lahore, as she was selling her abilities to read the brains of all those willing to try her as a telepath. He then told me that another graduate of FAST named Kashan, probably from the 1993 or 1994 batch, had tried her abilities as a telepath. Although I have never met Kashan in person, however, based on whatsoever I had heard about him during my time at FAST and during that short conversation with Ali Ahsan, Kashan had only managed to earn a horrible reputation and been actively participating in in a lot terrible activities, and that telepath woman revealed such terrible details of activities over the years that he left her room bawling like a child. I have been told that the woman remained in business for quite sometime.
Having just mentioned that conversation with Ali Ahsan, I would also like to mention that Ali Ahsan on that day showed precisely at the time when I was busy taking a look at the complete biodata file of a girl name Sania Mumtaz with whom I had tried to establish contact with the intention of taking matters further. The complete biodata file stored in FAST—NUCES secured servers was sent to me by one Hamza Rana who eventually got a job at EssTech, short for Essential Technologies, and he told me that he had access to secure databases and it should not be any of my concern that as to how he was getting access to these secured databases. This information will get discussed in the detail later, so try to keep Hamza Rana’s name and the activity of breaching secure databases in mind.
Criminal Malfeasance To Ruin The Grade And Confidence
Although I was able to get a job at WorldWerx in the year 2000, however, I had yet to pass the course of compiler construction. I retook the course in the spring or winter semester of 2003, and the whole of the course was ruined because of the teacher’s wilful participation in some sort of a ruinous act. When it comes to criminal malfeasance while I was enrolled at FAST, a once-liked professor of compiler construction completely ruined my grade despite knowing perfectly well that people were spectacularly garbling my faculties and repeatedly plunging my cerebrum into complete darkness. I have been an outstandingly competent, a true aberration when it comes to cerebral capacity, student, and until my arrival at FAST–NUCES, Lahore, even while participating in 6 extracurricular activities, I had never gotten fewer than 85% marks in the subjects of my choice while participating in 4 different extra curricular activities; the percentages in the subject of my choices had usually hovered around 90%. The extent to which I truly excel in scientific subject matters when I eventually develop a proper interest in them can be ascertained by reviewing my grades in the 10th grade. In the 10th grade, I participated in 8 different extracurricular curricular including cricket, basketball, and a speech contest which I won at the regional level; I still have the medal and merit certificate issued by Mangla region to prove that I won the speech contest. Despite my participation in extremely demanding 4 extracurriculars and 4 not-so-very demanding activities, I was still able to get 90% marks in mathematics and 88% marks in physics; both of these subjects are deemed extremely difficult in the whole of the world.
Despite possessing such outstanding, profoundly spectacular cerebral capacity, when I eventually returned to retake the course of compilers — let me also make it clear that I was taking only one course — I prepared for all of the course exams extremely thoroughly, yet I only managed to get a scant 55% marks in the course; Despite knowing perfectly well that people were garbling my faculties, Dr. Fakhar-ul-Islam Lohdi let me take the final where some external party managed to completely ruin my paper. The complete ruining of a paper where a teacher knew that major malfeasance was taking place had never, ever happened to me before that course. To make matters worse for Dr. Fakhar-ul-Islam Lodhi, I had done the whole of the compiler’s assignment till the very last stage, which is called three-address code generation, and while doing that assignment, I had even used optimization techniques discussed by Stanley B. Lippmann in his spectacularly well-written work titled “Insided The C++ Object Model.” The T.A., or teaching assistant, chosen by Fakhr-ul-Islam Lodhi gave me a mere 62% points for a perfectly done assignment in which I had made use of optimization techniques as well not only to reduce code footprint but also to enhance the speed of execution of the assignment, as well.
When it comes to FAST’s inductees and the compiler construction course, the whole of the faculty had the knowledge that merely 20–25% of the intake takes it to the very last stage of the 3 address code generation part. I had not only finished the whole of the project, meaning taken it to the 3 address code generation part, but I had also applied all of the optimization techniques discussed by Stanley B. Lippman in his spectacularly well-written Inside The C++ Object Model book. I can almost say with utmost certainty that barring me, no other person who had taken the compiler assignment to the very last stage, namely the 3 address code generation part, had ever gotten less than 100% marks. It is an extremely well-known fact that most of the inductees at FAST and other computer science institutions in Pakistan find compiler construction course, especially the 3 address code generation part of the whole project, quite difficult, and most of them, even some students genuinely interested in studying computer science, tend to abandon the compiler development part once they have submitted the parser phase of the project. Despite the knowledge that exceedingly few students take the assignment to the 3-address code part and all of them who take it the 3-address code part eventually get 100% marks, the teaching assistant chosen by Fakhar-ul-Islam Lodhi gave me a scant 63% grades in the assignment. The whole of the affair cannot be deemed a mere coincidence and Dr. Fakhar-ul-Islam Lodhi and his chosen teaching assistant were colluding with the intention to damage my grades in the course and morale as a computer science student.
Sania Mumtaz Saleem, Sania Mirza, Sania Arshad, and Sania Irfan Saga
When I was still working at Vroom Technologies Inc., during late 2000 or early 2001, most probably late 2000, some external party created projections on my cerebrum while I was asleep that I was having sex with my mother. The very next day, when I went to the office of Vroom Technologies, I found an email sent to the whole of the FAST, Lahore’s 97 batch group with a question posed to an unnamed party, “Did you enjoy having sex with your mother?” As stated earlier, I am the person whose cerebrum had been inundated with such projections while I was asleep. The mail was sent by someone with the email address dr_iqbal@yahoo.com or dr_iqbal@someemail.com; I am almost certain that it was dr_iqbal@yahoo.com. Usman Salim and Fahd Reaz responded to that email on the whole of the 97 group with Usman Salim boldly making the following statement, “you know what I am capable of so try not to engage in this activity again.” You will get to read about what Usman Salim had been doing at that time when he wrote that you know what I am capable of par in the email. The email also inquired from that person that you are always hitting sixes — we had a term for those failing the courses too often that they were deemed sixers and probably too incompetent; the whole of the FAST knew that I had scored 80-88% scores in the finals without ever either attending any lectures or doing almost nothing during the semester — and you are trying to establish a relationship with the Choki; people getting perfect 4.0, for which FAST has an extremely low bar, are called Choka or Chokis in FAST, and the girl whom I had sent an email or two to get to know her better was maintaining a perfect 4.0 CGPA and used to go by the name of Sania Mumtaz Saleem; now she is called Sania Bilal. I had managed to get multiple 80–88% by just appearing for the finals and they deem these grades impossible to achieve by spending just a day or two with the books after having missed the whole of the semester. Sania Mumtaz and most of the other people knew of these outstanding results delivered within a matter of 10 or so hours per subject barring just the Operating Systems course, I prepared the whole of the Operating Systems book within a mere 20 hours and achieved approximately 80% marks in the final.
During that repeat course of compiler construction that I was taking in the spring of 2003, the same girl Sania Mumtaz who was by then married, whom I had told in the year 2000 that I wanted to converse with her but she had declined, showed up with her 4 different male friends precisely at the time when I had just finished the parser part of my assignment, and I was trying to compile the code; it was probably around 7:30 P.M. or close to 8 P.M. when I was trying to submit my assignment. Coincidentally, in reality lo and behold, I had been made to sit on a desk in the case of which the next one did not have any monitor there. She sat on the desk and spread her legs wide open, in a manner usually seen in extremely raunchy movies, and my compilation started to fail and all of a sudden Visual Studio Code stopped working. Consequently, I had to leave the desk, sit some 25-30 seats away from her, and I had to submit my code with a letter that I had started to experience unseen DLL errors, and owing to the time of the night, I wanted to submit it without dealing with the errors that I had never seen before. My perfectly compilable code which I had written in a manner that it would be perfectly portable, as well, became uncompilable as the Microsoft Visual Studio installed on all of the terminals started generating missing DLL errors that I had never seen before. Despite changing terminals, those strange errors that I had never encountered before did not go away, and I was not able to generate an executable. Hence, I had to submit that assignment with a letter that Visual Studio’s installation has started to generate never before seen or encountered errors, and I have no idea how to fix them instantly. As it was quite late in the night, as well, hence, I submitted the perfectly written code along with that letter.
When it comes to Sania Mumtaz’ existence, even when I had initially expressed an interest in her existence, spectacularly strange stuff started to happen on my computer while I was working at Vroom. I had three extremely heated discussions on this matter that people are trying to badly manipulate my sentiment to keep me focused on her instead of letting me do my work or follow my passions. The fellow with whom I had these three heated conversations goes by the name of Fahd Reaz and is the eldest son of Brigadier Mr. Reaz. I told him on three different occasions that the people that I am following on Yahoo messenger are all doing strange stuff that somehow keeps shifting my focus towards her existence. While I was in conversation with my batch mate named Manzil-e-Maqsood on Yahoo messenger, at the time Manzil-e-Maqsood was working at Cressoft, Manzil during that conversation told me that Sania is here with me; do you want to say anything to her? When I was working at Vroom, the whole of the group was somehow trying to keep me focused on her existence even when I had zero desire beyond the first letter to converse with her again. As I had been an avid television viewer during my mid-to-late teens, hence, at some point during eight grade, I had become an ardent fan of Homer’s Iliad that was being televised in Pakistan. Owing to the level of strange activity that was taking place on my terminal at Vroom, I had given Sania the nickname of Helen of Troy, and termed the whole activity akin to a foreign force’s attempt to invade and conquer a fortress using Trojan Horses. That was the level of activity taking place on my system that I had invested time in creating a whole description using characters from Homer’s Iliad.
One night, before her marriage, when I went out to open the gate for my father to leave the house, her car was parked outside of the house that I am sharing with my father, and she was sitting in the car with her brother, having already acquired the knowledge using telepaths that I would be coming out and she would be able to make her presence known to me; that happened even when she had already said that she had no interest in me.
The Alliance Française Saga And President Bush’s Arrival
After getting laid off from Vroom in the September of 2001 and resigning from Innovative Technologies in 2004 because of their horrible work environment, I decided to try to leave Pakistan for good. As my father’s outstanding decision-making had ruined my chances of qualifying for a work visa anywhere, hence I decided to gain extra points by learning what I still deem my favorite 4th language, the French language. When I started learning French at Alliance Française in the last half of 2004 or early 2005, as an avowed agnostic, I was also keeping an eye on jobs at various foreign embassies. I eventually found one for which I was perfectly qualified, a job for a computer operator paying some acceptable sum for a single person; however, the very next day, two Caucasians, a male and a female, showed up at Alliance Française and they were busy conversing loudly in American accents. After the arrival of the Caucasian couple at Alliance Française, just a few days later, George W Bush arrived in Pakistan with his entire entourage and he met all of the people only within the premises of the American Embassy. To make matters even more interesting, he invited the Pakistan cricket team to hold a 10 or 20 overs match for him even though Americans have zero interest in cricket, whereas I had been a cricketer since 4rth grade and represented my school twice in 9th and 10 grade at the regional levels.
While I was trying to learn French at Alliance Française, one of their teachers named probably Aleem somebody started to scratch his crotch and play with his testicles in front of me when I had started taking independent lessons from him as their usual classes were proving spectacularly slow for me, and I decided to switch to independent tutoring for longer, more intensive sessions. I was doing spectacularly well, however, when he started scratching his crotch and balls, I had to abandon my plans to continue studying at Alliance Française. I lodged an extremely strongly worded complaint with the Martin named guy who was leading the Alliance Française Lahore chapter, and instead of penalizing the person, they made that very person, named Aleem, the head of Alliance Française, Faisalabad Chapter. After abandoning my plans to gain those points in French, I reverted to computing and faced the following three outstandingly major problems.
Profound, Outstanding Reading Problems Lacking Any Scientific Explanation
After leaving Alliance Française on an extremely bitter and sour note, I decided to learn CSS and start my journey towards becoming a full stack developer by first becoming an excellent front-end developer. When I decided to learn CSS, instead of buying a book, I downloaded the whole of the specification describing the CSS 2.1 standard from the W3C's website. Some external body — although I have no names but I kept hearing Farah Zia’s voices during all that time when I was trying to learn CSS — tried its level best to stall my progress. First, they started to cause spectacular levels of reading failures on my digital screen, hence, I had to purchase an HP printer and print out the whole of the document. Then they tried to cause spectacular reading failures when I was trying to read printed documents, however, the severe garbling of the letters on the screen that they had started to cause stopped when I started reading printed documents. However, they slowed down my progress to such an extent that while reading the content, the horrible, horrendous party manipulating my cerebral and musculoskeletal systems used to dramatically start depleting my energy bank, or bodily energy, that during the course of the day, not only did I use to start feeling completely exhausted after reading only three pages, but it used to take me multiple hours to finish those three pages as the outside party causing this severe energy depletion was also causing severe memory failures. As a result, I used to have to read and reread those three pages multiple times during those two to three hours every day. Every day, after those three hours of reading, I used to fall asleep, as the outside party used to deplete my energy bank to such an extent that I used to lose all energy to participate in any other activity.
Owing to all of this nefarious activity, it took me 3 months to finish an outstandingly, spectacularly easy document, the CSS 2.1 specification which I deem perfectly suitable for a 7th or 8th grader. Now keep in mind that I am that person who read the whole of the Operating Systems: Internals And Design Principles in a mere 20 hours as I had missed 92% of the lectures and the teacher, namely Zahid Raza, tried to stop me in the penultimate lecture by saying that I know you have missed almost all of the classes, and you are badly failing the course, please attend the last two lectures as the revision is taking place and you might, just might, pass the exam. I told him in unequivocal terms that I had been forced to join the institution by my father, and I had no interest in attending any lectures. On the day before the final, I sat down with the Operating Systems book written by William Stallings and read the whole of the book in a mere 20 hours for an 80% score in the final. I passed the course without having submitted the assignment that we had been asked to submit, and out of a total of 85% that I had attempted, because of my 80% score in the final, I managed to get 57 out of the total 85 attempted, all thanks to the 80% score in the final exam of the operating systems theory. Despite being that person who managed to read the whole of the Operating Systems book, which almost all of the CS graduates deem at least very dense subject matter, in a mere 20 hours while I was enrolled ta FAST, I had to spend 3 months to finish that CSS specifications which is outstandingly easy in comparison as outside parties were causing severe problems and outstanding levels of exhaustion. In the case of the CSS standard, the decision to purchase an HP printer saved me, however, despite switching to reading those documents in the printed form, I had to face ginormous problems.
During all this time when I was having profound issues reading the CSS 2.1 specification that can only be deemed spectacularly easy, I kept hearing the voices of a horrible existence named Farah Zia. Farah Zia and her outrageously notorious and spectacularly incompetent brother named Shams Zia have been tormenting me since the year 2002. When I was still working at Fauji Software house, Farah Zia was able to acquire my Yahoo account which I had recently created and which was not shared by anyone using some undisclosed means. Until the year 2018 or 2019, they had been showing up at places where they should not have been and I had gone to that place just to get some mandatory stuff done. Nevertheless, while I was trying to finish the CSS 2.1 standard which I should have been to read in 3–5 days, preferably 3 days, I kept hearing Farah Zia’s voice incessantly inside of my head, and it took me 3 months to finish an extremely easy document. The members of the judicial system have been using on this undocumented activity where they can gain access to another person’s cerebrum for quite some time, and then they try their utmost to stall that person’s progress.
Website Optimization By Andrew B. King Saga
When I purchased Andrew B King’s Website Optimization, the same or some other outside party started to cause the same issues related to severe exhaustion and repeat memory failures. I still have the same copy of the book where owing to the repeat failures, I had started to use sticky strip sheets to mark all of the extremely important sections, and I used to consult those sections again and again to memorize the most important parts. In the case of Andrew B King’s Website Optimization, I once again had to spend three months to finish a book which when compared with Operating Systems: Internals and Design Principles would remain an extremely easy book. While at FAST, I had finished the whole of the Numerical Method’s book, which discusses differential calculus and similar stuff devised by Wilhelm Gottfried Leibniz, in a mere 8 hours for 80% marks in the final. I had attended a grand total of 0 lectures, and I taught the whole of the book to myself in a mere 8 hours for another 80% or 81% marks. However, when I tried to read these two extremely simple books, the CSS 2.1 Standard and Website Optimization by Andrew B Kings, it took me 3 months each to finish those books.
Incessantly Circulated Threat To Divorce To Find A Groom
In 2008, the truly horrible Mughlia clan, whom I had told in unequivocal terms to stay away from me and never involve me in their affairs, decided to hold a marriage party at our house of Sana Asim Khan. As I had had crystal clear awareness of their horrible, long-standing criminal conduct and past, hence, I had no choice but to leave the house. During the three days of what they somehow managed to deem festivities as someone was getting married to Shanaz Salahuddin’s daughter, I had to stay in Rawalpindi. When I reached the Daewoo’s Lahore bus station, my outstandingly selfish elder sister’s sister-in-law Javaria Maqbool showed up immediately with a suitcase and started conversing with me. After I returned from Islamabad, someone started circulating threats in my head that if you are not going to marry Javaria, then Erfan Maqbool will divorce Safana Erfan, the horrible and extremely dumb sister with whom I have had the profound misfortune of growing up. After 3 or 4 days, when I kept shouting in my room that if you want to divorce her, then go ahead as I have no intentions of marrying Javaria, they eventually stopped, and I never had to endure such threats again.
Another Sighting Of Shams Zia Mehmood and The Horrible Bunch
When I was out to get some groceries, near the bank Alfalah Bank near Al–Fatah Model Town, Shams Zia Mehmood, who would have been a registered rapist had it not been for his mother’s connections with Yousuf Raza Gillani and Sardar Farooq Ahmad Khan Leghari, had parked his car horizontally to block all of the traffic and he was busy staring at me. That was precisely the point where I was telepathically issued a death threat, as well, to stop writing about spectacularly corrupt democratic systems. When people at Alliance France started creating hurdles in my continued acquisition of the French language, I once left infuriated from the Alliance Francaise office as my rightful top spot had been given to a girl, and right in front of the Alliance Francaise, Shams Zia Mehmood’s Black Corolla was parked and he was there. While I was enrolled at Alliance Française, this horrendously corrupt family had sent their eldest daughter’s eldest daughter to study with me and she tried to befriend me as well. It’s my good luck that I declined to establish any connection with her.
Book Publication And Renewed Memory Problems
With so much testing done and multiple dozen CSS and JavaScript files written to redefine the layout of dozens of websites on the Internet, I embarked on a writing project to write a critique of the interfaces exposed by the top five most used web browsers in the world. Before starting the project, I had already conversed with the QA team of the most refined web browsers for the superusers, Opera 12.0. Having submitted and verified eight different bugs to Opera’s QA team, I then embarked on the writing project with some fervor, and I managed to release the first booklet discussing the UX flaws in the most used matter which required almost 130 pages. However, since releasing the book, I started to notice that almost all of my efforts were going unnoticed, and I started to write about political matters, mostly on twitter using tweets. When I first published the book in 2011 or the revised version in 2012, a former friend, Syed Zeshan Haider, with whom I had lost contact at the start of 2003 showed up on Instagram using the Handle ZashTheBookMarketer or Zash_TheBookMarketer. I had not told anybody within my once close circle of friends that I had been working on a book, and I was pretty sure that nobody knew that I was working on a group. However, the very person who had once told me about the existence of telepaths showed up my Twitter feed with the Marketing Handle and wanted me to work with him based on mere guesses that I was probably dealing with him; knowing my talent full well and with the help of his connections, he was probably trying to take advantage of my existence as I had declared all of my paternal family members horrendous and done my absolute best to eliminate them from my life. However, with the help of their connections in the judiciary, armed forces, and political parties, they kept stalling my life and kept trying to take advantage of my outstanding existence. The same guy’s handwriting samples started to show up on Clotilde Dusoulier’s website, and some third party started to use his face in adverts knowing perfectly well that I had known him since 8th grade, and we used to be once best friends in 8th and 9th grade. Owing to the ambiguity involved in the manner in which he was conducting his affairs on Twitter, I declined to connect with him on social media. However, I have recently been told by some people whom he has used to acquire some financial stability that he was, in all likelihood, stealing my content and using it for personal gains. Even the movie Thor, the first instalment, is based activities that have taken place in my room and came out.
When I published the re-edited draft of my first book, The Right Browser — Usability Study Of The Mainstream Web Browser, in 2012, I once again started having some minor memory problems. Although the problems were not as profound as I had faced when reading the CSS 2.1 specification or Website Optimization written by Andrew B. King, however, I started to forget the names of the most used websites and tools on the Internet. As I was not happy with the way web browsers present their bookmarks, hence, I decided to write bash scripts to fetch data stored in text files and present them in a manner which would suit my reading style. I still have those Bash Scripts residing on my hard disk and the files in which I had stored various types of data, most names of various websites belonging to various categories. I am planning to publish all of those scripts and data files which had the names of the most accessed sites soon to corroborate the narrative. All of these files have system time stamps on them which prove that a person with exceptional memory had to write code to keep the names of some extremely commonly used websites readily available to him.
Article Against Barack Hussain Obama And Ruined Cerebral State
After Barack Hussain Obama started sharing his views on how to reduce the weight that children were carrying on his shoulders in the form of school bags, he started to share Apple’s iPads and similar devices that come with full connectivity as a solution. Having seen way too many casualties of governmental and parental failures around me while I was growing up, I immediately noticed the most glaring flaw in the solution presented by Mr. Obama, and wrote a full length article to discuss the problems that such a device could introduce in the lives of both parents and young children. However, after I had published the article in the year 2015, I started to loose my way as an author and computer scientist. Soon enough, I had completely forgotten about the five year plan that I had made for self in the year 2014–2015 — I still have a copy of that five year plan on my hard disk which I found later in 2022 — and lost track of all of the 650+ Info Alerts in a folder which I had been managing to keep track of various types of data movements in the world which could be used to write a critique of modern democratic systems. After losing mental track of what I had been doing and getting my cerebrum shrouded in some sort of mental fog right after writing about Barack Obama’s plan, I simply lost track of what had been happening in my life, and I started to ask and answer questions on Quora.
After writing that article on Barack Hussain Obama, I started to experience extremely frequent episodes of severe headache. I sent an email to my once the best friend that I needed some medical assistance from him — I still have a copy of that email — however, he declined to help me with the issue. During that time, at some point in the year 2016 or 2017, my mother asked me to visit a doctor named Ali Medhi who was working as a psychiatry consultant at WilCare hospital. After my first couple of visits, I started to lose way too much energy from my body and soon enough started to have debilitating levels of issues with my movement. Until the year 2016 or end of 2015, I used to vacuum my room once every week. However, since writing that article and starting to experience these debilitating issues, I have not once been able to clean my room. Since 2016, as person who starting from 2004 till the end of 2015 used to clean his room weekly, I have not cleaned my room once. Once fortnightly or monthly, a maid comes to my room to collect all of the tissue papers and other dry, disposable waste. All of it started after writing that article on Barack Obama and it intensified spectacularly after my first visit to WilCare and meeting doctor Ali Medhi as if he was running some sort of pharma cartel that was making his patients lose focus, energy, and desire to work. After spending some three years dealing with that almost complete cerebral darkness and brain fog, I eventually rediscovered a former friend on Facebook who has been working as a medical doctor in the UK. As soon as I rediscovered that guy on Facebook who goes by the name of doctor Babar Sheeraz, formerly Babar Sheeraz Rana from Jhelum, on the 30th of March, my energy levels started to improve. He then sent me to a female doctor named Samira Qambar Bukhari who was working at Bukhari Clinic, and she immediately eliminated 6 tablets from the prescription that Ali Medhi had written. Even prior to visiting Samira Bukhari, Dr. Babar Sheeraz, who was my class fellow at Jhelum, had astold me to eliminate some of teh medications that Ali Medihi had prescribed. Having met and experienced the debilitating loss of energy after visiting WilCare and then hearing from two different doctors t oget rid of the medicines prescribed by Ali Medhi, I have come to the conclusion taht Ali Medhi has been running some sort of a pharmaceutical scam where he knowingly over prescribes medications and manipulates people’s faculties with the help of some outside parties.
Article on Barack Hussain Obama And Return Of Profound Reading Issues
Involvement Of A Spectacularly Corrupt Doctor
Since the January 2016, whenever I used to sit down to read, I used to start hearing outstandingly horrendous Abid Mirza’s outrageously horrible son Hassan Mirza’s voice. Hassan Mirza has a profound speech problem with a unique signature, and whenever he speaks, his voice and accent become recognizable. Whenever I used to sit down, I used to start hearing statements on the line that What exactly are you trying to read? As he is a mentally disabled person with an IQ that stands way below the acceptable range for even marginally functional people, hence, he would start uttering statements on the line that I will just not let you read, in Urdu, uttered as, “Tumhain nahin parhunain doon ga.” I kept hearing these statements till the end of 2020. While I started hearing these statements at the start of 2016, I also started hearing statements from a my maternal cousin Dr. Iffat Seema. Her statements used to be on the lines that for as long as they are paying me to occupy this seat and somehow use this person named Hassan Mirza to completely stall his progress, I am going to let it all continue, and we will not let him study or work at all. I started reading Bjarne Stroustrup’s Programming: Principles And Practice Using C++ in the year 2016, and I had to persevere with that book for 6 long months which I could have finished in a mere 4–6 days. I already knew C++ programming language extremely well, and in the year 2003, I had taken the Brain Bench C++ test for advanced programmers and scored a 4.78 out of a total of 5.0, which is the maximum to qualify as an expert.
When it comes to C++ programming language, for a child prodigy, the theory had proven so spectacularly easy at FAST that even though I was failing the programming course taught by Dr. Khaver Zia with a total of 23 marks out of available 50 in the semester, which stands at a meager 46% marks. However, just a day before the final exam, I asked for a prolonged assistance session from Asad Akram Gill, and he taught me the basics for 6 consecutive hours. In the final on the very next day, I managed to score 88% marks for the theory is so spectacularly easy for a prodigiously talented person. During the semester, I had also missed 6 out of a maximum of 32 lectures, and at the start of the 4th and last month of the semester, Dr. Khaver Zia warned me by uttering the following statements,
“448, You have already exhausted your allotted quota of absentees. You cannot miss another class during the next month; therefore, be vigilant.” Despite having missed the maximum of 6 lectures and scoring a scant 46% grades, after spending a grand total of 6 hours with Asad Akram Gill before the day of the final, I was able to score 88% marks in the final.
However, when I started reading Bjarne Stroustrup’s book, the combination of Hassan Mirza’s voice and Dr. Iffat Seema voice kept circulating in my head that we will not let you read this work, as the both of them were working in consort, or colluding with each other to thwart my progress. It took me 6 long months to finish the book which I should have been able to read within a maximum of 7 days, ideally, within 3–4 days maximum.
To make matters even worse for Dr. Iffat Seema, as a gynaecologist, she had been, at least till the year 2020, doing roaring business with the women belonging to the Mughlia Clan and living in Gulrez, Rawalpindi, where my father’s younger brother named Aziz Mirza, a retired Lt. Col. and an outrageously despicable, repugnant character, has been running a prolific criminal ring since the year 2000. 55% of the land under his control has been acquired using illegal practices and with the help of armed forces generals and former or sitting judges of the Pakistan’s judiciary, and almost all of the women living there have been involved in spectacular levels of harassment of one party or another. Despite knowing this fact perfectly well that she would be dealing with women involved in harassment and tormenting of some of the most decent people around, Dr. Iffat Seem for the sake of profiteering has been doing fantastic business with them, and somehow, I have no idea how, using Hassan Mirza to thwart my progress.
People like Misbah Kayani, who shares the land acquired by Aziz Mirza using illegal means as I have noted above with the help of former and sitting generals, has been tormenting me since the year 2006 or so, yet Iffat Seem never had any problems doing business with such an outstandingly notorious and involved in multiple criminal activities group of people. In 2015 or 2016, Misbah Kayanni showed up at our house, and I, despite their full knowledge that I categorically did not want to meet them, was dragged down to the drawing room area to meet her. There she told me that she has a single daughter, and I should think about it. She had come to convince an individual sitting infuriated because of their conduct and their history spanning some 100 years that I should think about her single daughter. Then, in 2018 or 2019, Iffat Seema told me on facebook that Misbah Kayani had visited her with her younger daughter. She also noted in her message on Facebook that Misbah Kayani’s younger daughter is very cute and I should marry her to get out of my troubles. The thriving business that Iffat Seema has been doing with this horrendous, horrible group belonging to the Mughlia Clan proves beyond doubt that her contact with Hassan Mirza and Hassan Mirza’s spouse cannot be questioned at all. When I tried to convince her that I was hearing her voices sitting here in Lahore and it was somehow creating problems, she called me delusional and dismissed it as mere hallucinations. She has been colluding with them for over 10 or 15 years now, and all the while she and her siblings had maintained this charade that they maintain as much distance from my paternal side of the family as even my mother was spectacularly unhappy because of my paternal side of family’s conduct.
When it comes to that so far undocumented (still mentioned as un proven and lacking any verified, credible sources), inexplicable, and
When it comes to that so far inexplicable and outstandingly garbled state in which my cerebrum had been plunged into complete darkness and -iI had lost the ability to to access any of my memories, another horrific incident of my life happened. Until the end of 2015, most probably mid of 2016, I had firmly kept the door shut on all member of the Mughlia family who have been living in Gulrez Colony, Rawalpindi. The section of the Mughlia family living in Gulrez, Colony, Rawalpindi is not only outstandingly incompetent but they have been outrageously notorious for over 50 years now. Of the 20 or so individuals belonging to my generation living there, 8 failed to pass matriculation exams in their first attempt and the rest are extremely incompetent. Just a brother and sister duo were able to score marks beyond 800 marks in F.Sc, and owing to her personal horrible conduct and the larger family’ s despicable conduct, she is now married to one of the most notorious and horrible people belonging to the larger Mughlia family, namely, Danish Butt. They have been notorious for such an outstandingly long time that the daughter, named Nida Aziz, of the criminal ring leader retired Lt. Col Aziz Mirza is married to one of the most incompetent members of the family who was an outstandingly notorious boy in the whole of the Mangla Cantt. I had known all of the details, and owing the crystal clear knowledge of their horrible conduct, I had been declining to meet them resolutely and staying away since 2005. However, when that outside force plunged my cerebrum or brain into complete darkness, I started conversing with the girl who was getting married in 2005, even truly horrible Nida Aziz, now Nida Danish and married to one of the most notorious boys from Mangla, and an outstandingly horrible guy, eldest brother of Nida Danish, named Jibran Aziz. As soon as someone shouted inside of my head that you should try to contact Amal Clooney, I regained the knowledge that had been allowing me to stay away from them, and since then, I have been busy banning them on all networks and reporting their criminal activity even on Reddit Crime subreddit.
The Arrival Of The A Profoundly Nefarious Gang in 2019
In 2019, having tried in vain to get a job at various companies, I eventually decided that my only option to survive and earn a living was to leave Pakistan, get a masters in some demanding computing subject — my two areas of interest at that moment were Natural Language Processing and Image Processing and Image Recognition. However, to get an admission abroad, I needed a professional reference, and the only person in a position to write a strongly worded positive reference letter was Mr. Rehan Ahmed. Upon failing to find his emailing address anywhere, I eventually decided to join LinkedIn where I was finally able to find Rehan Ahmed’s profile. I sent him a request to write a strongly worded positive recommendation letter for me, however, that request went unnoticed. Now that I had joined LinkedIn, therefore, I eventually decided to find the profile of Usman Salim, as well. We had remained good acquaintances starting from May or August of 1997 till the end of 2002. When I sent Usman Salim a message, the strangest of stuff happened and the whole of the gang with whom he used to maintain contacts showed up on Twitter.
One of the fellows who showed up goes by the name of Qudoos Chaudry, and Qudoos and Usman Salim started working together at EssTech in late 2000 or 2001; EssTech probably is an abbreviation of Essential Technologies, which had its office in Model Town, Lahore. When Qudoos connected with me on Twitter and I asked that how on earth had he found me, he stated that Fahad Aziz had shared some old FAST group photographs where he saw me and then found me on Twitter. It just so happens that when I was enrolled at FAST, I was so profoundly uninterested in computer science and being at FAST that I had never attended any group photography sessions. All four of my former batch mates, namely Hamza Rana, Zaki Malik, Qudoos Chaudry, and Ahsan Abbas Asghar connected with me on Twitter precisely after I had sent an email to a former acquaintance named Usman Salim who was their company fellow at EssTech. Usman never told me that he was still in touch with any of them, yet all four of them showed up straight after my first email exchange with Usman Salim.
They have all been telling me since our days at FAST that these are all mere coincidences, yet I have absolutely no idea why Sania Mumtaz showed up when I was trying to submit my compiler assignment in the year of 2003. She already had a job and was and still married to Bilal who was and still is Usman Salim’s friend, yet she showed up there and sat on the part of the computing table designed to host a monitor. However, as long as I was in touch with Usman Salim and Fahd Reaz, they kept telling me that you are imagining stuff and these are all coincidences.
When it comes to the coincidence involving sending an email to Usman Salim and the arrival of individuals named Hamza Rana, Qudoos Chaudry, and Zaki Maali, Usman Salim remained a member of international credit card theft, international rings stealing passwords and obtaining people’s details and selling them for profiteering, and data theft for at least 4 consecutive years; if I am correct, then probably around 5 years. Usman Salim had been providing credit card details to almost all of his friends and he offered me some credit card numbers, as well, which I firmly declined. The EssTech named company where Usman Salim was worked in 2001 and 2002 was being run by the elder brother of a guy named Hamza Rana, and the same Hamza Rana also showed up right after I had sent Usman Salim an email after joining LinkedIn merely to get a positive reference letter from Mr. Rehan Ahmed. When it comes to Usman Salim and some of Usman Salim’s friends’ activities, which can only be deemed international crimes, I once went to meet him, Qudoos Chaudary, and Hamza Rana at EssTech, and Usman was busy conversing with all of them about the then very well-known Playboy model Tiffany Taylor and other Playboy models. Usman had been providing all of these folk with not only credit card details but login credential details, which include login IDs and passwords, of porn and nudity websites. They were all accessing these websites using the data provided by Usman Salim. Usman gave me Playboy’s password and login info, as well, and when I asked him how he had obtained it, he simply told me that he had had access to international credit cards and major porn and nudity websites' data for a long time. I only used one account for a mere 5 months, and then simply stopped using even that one website. Hence, when they were busy talking about Tiffany Taylor, at least I was aware of who she was owing to that 5 months’ long use of the PlayBoy website. Only these people who had been already busy conversing with Usman Salim on all of these matters showed up right after my email exchange started with Usman at some point in 2019 after I left him a message on LinkedIn. I have this feeling, only a feeling which I cannot corroborate with any statement delivered by these people, that they are still involved in password and data theft. The so-called “coincidence” or the timing of their arrival shows that they are still strongly connected and participating in dirty businesses.
Regarding Usman Salim’s existence, it just so happens that Usman Salim had the roll number 436 and I had the roll number 448 when we were both enrolled at FAST, NUCES, Lahore. It also happens to be the whole truth that Usman Salim remained an active member of 3 different criminal rings involved in Credit Card Theft, Data Theft, and Password Theft. Not only was he stealing this information for his personal gains, he was actively busy providing his friends with the credit card details of the Americans and stolen login credentials of porn, erotica, and nudity websites like Playboy and other high-end porn websites. I have the screenshot of this event which happened almost right at the time when someone was busy shouting Usman Salim’s name in my head telling me that I was experiencing a multitude of errors or problems with my computing infrastructure because of Usman, and at that very time, I had been experiencing a horde of problems; someone was busy repeatedly stalling my system and corrupting some of my data. I am posting the photograph with this message. It also happens to be a coincidence that Usman Salim works for a company named TixHub that sells online movie and concert tickets, and a Sports Caster whom I had stopped following in 2011 or early 2012 and in whose case they dragged me back to her account by creating projections of her appearing in a velodrome and getting her buttocks and feet measured, and that sportscaster started posting photographs on Instagram that companies selling online tickets were not letting her access their services and blocking her; they were repeatedly asking her to prove that she was a human and a die-hard fan of that artist. All along, people were repeatedly yelling inside of my head that Usman Salim is busy creating all of these problems. It just so happens that he works for a company that sells online tickets for concerts and movies, and Amanda Davies is the only sportscaster whose content I follow on Instagram using a third party kept posting screenshots that an online company selling tickets to movies and concerts was not letting her purchase tickets.
When it comes to that EssTechk or EssentialTechnologies group, at least three members of the company had been known for stealing login credentials, breaking into datas secured databases, and participating in spectacularly repulsive stuff. When I was staying in a flat With Ahmed Ayub, Ahmed Ayub used to tell bone chilling stories detailing the horrible conduct of Siddiq who was in 2001 a senior software engineer at EssTech. According to Ahmed Ayub, Siddiq was known by all of his batch mates at FAST and juniors, as well, for stealing login credentials, creating fake nude photographs, and completely ruining the assignments of people whom he did not like by merely breaking into their FAST lab accounts. When it comes to Humza Rana, when I was still work a trainee at WorldWerx, then Vroom Technologies, I once told him that I was interested in Sania’s existence, however , I knew nothing about her. He boldly proclaimed that I can send you her complete bio data file stored on FAST’s secured servers. When I inquired that those servers were secured, protected servers, and how exactly are you going to obtain the data files, he simply said that it was none of my business that how exactly was he going to obtain those files. The very next day, I received the whole of the Sania Mumtaz’s confidential file stored on FAST’s servers and it was sent by Humza Rana. I would now like to believe that the whole of the operation at EssTech was based around conducting criminal activities as the three most well known individuals at EssTech, Siddiq, Humza Rana, and Usman Salim had long track records of data theft, and other account credential theft, and other such activities. In the case of Usman Salim, I can say with certainty that he was involved in international credit card theft, as well, as he offered me multiple numbers with the statement that If I ever wanted to purchase any stuff from Amazon, I could use those credit cards. I plainly refused the offer.
Lies, Damned Lies, and More Lies
Zaki Maalik, another one of Usman Salim’s friends also showed up right after I had sent Usman an email, and he told me that he wanted to converse with me but he could only do that on Skype as he was not a keyboard warrior and had stopped using the keyboard long ago. However, he has been busy publishing paper after paper in America as an employee of UT Austin. When it comes to their data theft and plagiarism activities, Zaki told me personally that he finds books that pertain to his area of study, reads them thoroughly, and then publishes articles on those matters as his work, the same old data theft stuff that Usman and his friends were busy doing when they were working here in Lahore. Despite being a publisher of dozens of articles and a book, he still declined to converse with me via email using the lack of ability to use the keyboard as his excuse. As I had published a book on web browsers in 2011 and a revised version in 2012, he asked me to give him a copy of my book as he would like to help me get some recognition. I had helped him clear the core course of Compiler Construction at FAST as he was so poor in programming that he was not even interested in developing his own lexical or parser. I had not even cleared the course of Theory Of Automata, yet I was still able to develop that Lexical Analyzer for him in a mere 4 hours. Now he is busy publishing papers that he lifts from other people’s books, and he took my book on the premise that he would like to help me, and I never, ever heard from him again.
These people who show up unannounced and then demand that the other party should use an application which the recipient of their message on Twitter on Instagram has never, ever used usually have stocks stuck in these companies, and by offering to help the person who has just received a message from them, they take them to these platforms and once the host party has created an account, they usually abandon them after a month or two. That is precisely how companies like Telegram, Discord and other obscure or less used companies are getting more users. People with clout or at least some standing in the system make a sudden arrival, and they try to take advantage of people trapped in adverse circumstances, and then ask them to create accounts on these services based on the promise that they would like to hold long discussion there with the aim of helping the party who has just received a message from them.
Mandatory Documents At NaDRA and Farah Zia’s Arrival
When I went to get my mandatory ID documents at the NaDRA office in the Blue Area, Farah Zia, now the head of HRCP, showed up, and the person holding my faculties hostage did not allow me to say anything to her. She remained there and when I talked to the desk clerk about getting myself registered as an agnostic instead of a Muslim, she looked straight at the desk clerk and started shaking her head in a no gesture to make him say that I should not be able to get an ID card as an agnostic and that would create work for the HRCP office in Lahore.
The Outstandingly Incongruent, Completely Out-Of-Character Conversations With Criminally Minded People
I have hard evindence to corroborate these statements; however, some outside party is just not letting me add the necessary details here.
I have written it before that after writing a long article backed by excellent research that Barack Hussain Obama’s decision to promote tablets was based purely on greed and sky rocketing prices of the stocks of such companies, I started to experience sever bouts of headaches. I started to lose most of my memories and my thinking patterns started to become extremely garbled. However, until the end of the year 2017, I was still aware of the fact that I utterly loathed and verily despised Aziz Mirza’s family and his siblings and their children that were living with him in Gulrez. They are all hardened criminals, truly despicable individuals who, despite their enthusiastic acceptance of the horrible norms imposed upon us, have been finding it nigh on impossible to find it marginally decent companions, forget about half decent companions.
In 2002, when I was called up by Khalid Kayani to work for him at Fauji Software Company in Islamabad, I, as an extremely immature individual, stayed at Aziz Mirza’s house in Gulrez, and used to commute from there to Islamabad to work at Fauji Soft. During that 3 months’ long stay, I was told by Omar Mirza, who has been Aziz Mirza’s right hand man for over 3.5 decades, in unequivocal terms that he has been committing crimes on the behest of Aziz Mirza. He told me specifically that he used to take out the Mazda Truck with reinforced steel bumpers issued to Aziz Mirza by NLC, and then, almost everyday, used to wilfully slam into some stranger’s vehicle parked in a secluded space. Using that Mazda truck under the protection and with the approval of Aziz Mirza, Omar Mirza was busy causing major damage to strangers’ vehicles on a daily basis. As I have noted above, the truck that had been issued to Aziz Mirza had steel reinforced bumpers as if it had been prepared for from head on collision purposes, and Omar Mirza was busy taking full advantage of that feature of that truck. Although I know perfectly well that he was telling the whole truth when it comes to greatly damaging other people’s vehicles, however, I can only presume that as he kept driving that truck for over 13 years while staying at Aziz Mirza’s house, hence, he more or less badly damaged more than 1000–1500 vehicles all parked in unmonitored, secluded areas. Since then, he has become an out and out thief, as well, as he has been busy stealing purebred dogs from the houses of affluent families by bribing their guards. He has a complete framework which he uses to target the people who have guards with the most questionable personalities. Then he bribes those guards and steals the dog using a get away vehicle. He has been busy stealing purebred dogs costing 60,000 to 100,000 Pakistani rupees for around 15,000 or 20,000 or so rupees.
Upon hearing the details of the terrible crimes and sheer frequency with which they were occurring under the auspices of the outstandingly corrupt, hardened criminal Aziz Mirza, I vowed never to return to their house again or mingle with them again. I once got a phone call from my father’s notorious sister who has been masquerading as an extremely decent person in the society to attend the marriage ceremony of her daughter Beenish Butt which was taking place at Aziz Mirza’s large house in 2005, and I plainly refused to attend the party and spend time with these people. Shaista Jamil Butt has known of his brother, Aziz Mirza’s, long criminal history and horrendous, horrible conduct for over 30 years, yet she decided to construct a house next door to Aziz Mirza’s house and his outstandingly notorious and extremely incompetent son, Danish Butt, is married to the daughter of retired Lt. Col Aziz Mirza. Despite maintaining such spectacularly, remarkably close ties with an appalling, dreadful family whose head of the family has shown absolutely zero reluctance in providing safe harbor to hardened criminals like Omar Mirza, Hassan Mirza, and Jahanzaib Kayani and then providing them with the tools to commit more crimes, Shaista Jamil keeps pretending on all social medias and in all social gatherings that she is an extremely pious woman and she even keeps sharing verses taken from Quarn to further fortify this impression of piety.
Spectacularly notorious Aziz Mirza’s children have been living in London and they have been busy aiding and abetting Omar Mirza for over 15 years. In 2017 or 2018, Sameer Aziz came to our house in Lahore with the outrageously notorious Omar Mirza and his family, and dragged me downstairs where Omar Mirza kept boasting about his heists that involved stealing Saluki Dogs from certain rich peoples’ houses. Almost certainly, they have been involved in other criminal activities, as well, that have involved stealing goods from affluent families’ houses. They have been incessantly harassing me for over 20 years despite unequivocal statements from me that should at all costs maintain a safe distance from me. Be extremely, spectacularly vigilant when conducting affairs with Aziz Mirza’s family and his children’s spouses.
In the year 2008, when these very people from Gulrez and all of their other horrible family members descended upon our house to attend the marriage of Sana Sallahudin with some guy named Asim Khaw, I made my stance regarding my unequivocal and utter lack of desire to maintain any social connections with them by leaving the house for three days; I spent those 3 days for which these people were here in Lahore in Rawalpindi to stay as far away from them as possible. The entire desire behind leaving the house for Islamabad and staying at Marriot and another hotel for three days was to completely avoid these depraved, repugnant, degenerate individuals and their social group involving hardened criminals. I stayed in Islamabad for three straight days for as long as their social gathering was taking place. Once they had left the house, I returned to Lahore to occupy my room. Aziz Mirza and the whole of his group or gang of criminals have been operating.
I have found these individuals so spectacularly repugnant and despicable for so long that till the start of 2018, there exists no record, absolutely zero record, of any interactions on social media between me and any of these elders from the previous generation or their children. I had never felt the need to establish contact with them for I have known since 2002 that almost all of them are involved in or in spectacularly close contact with truly horrendous, horrific, hardened criminals.
However, as I have written before that my cerebral state started to degenerate slowly after writing that article on Barack Hussain Obama and his desire to market the product of the company whose stock had been the most marketable in the last 20 years, my cerebral state at the start of 2019 reached such a remarkable low that I had completely forgotten what I had doing, what my plans were, what sort of lists I had made for the next 5 years or so, and I started to converse with some of these individuals on Facebook. I have tried to download my data from Facebook’s servers, however, Facebook has been declining to forward me my data. Hence, I have had to rely on taking the screenshots of the conversations that took place starting from 2019 and which ended by the end of 2020 or start of 2021. All of these conversations clearly indicate that I had absolutely no idea where they were, whether they were married or not; if they were married, then how many children they had and what were the names of their children. The unambiguous and unmistakable unfamiliarity with these individuals so spectacularly palpable in these messages with 7 or 8 different individuals clearly indicates that I had absolutely no idea who they were, what they were doing, and what were their family structures like. Whether they had any children or not, and if they had any, then what were their names and how old were they? I had absolutely no clue as to what this group was doing, where they were living, and why on earth had I all of a sudden started to converse with them despite previously knowing perfectly well that they either had been involved in or spectacularly close contact with some of the worst people that I have ever known in my lifetime. Then comes to complete reversal in tone and the full disclosure of what I had known about them since 2002. The next section narrates that.
The Amal Clooney and George Clooney Saga
After some three years of uninspired writing and reading on Quora, I eventually started to hear a tad too many voices and started to lose too much focus. As I was plunging more and more into despair and becoming somewhat erratic, I started to become suicidal. During one such moment of profound unhappiness while thinking about what lied ahead for and no desire whatsoever to converse with Amal Clooney, I started to hear a voice going berserk inside of my head that Amal Clooney was somehow involved in the whole of the affair that was causing spectacular levels of garbling of my cerebral and musculoskeletal system and causing my brain to plunge in haze and darkness. As I was somewhat in the middle of deciding what to do with my life, for the next few days, that voice which I was not at all able to recognise kept mentioning incessantly Amal Clooney’s name and asking me contact her on Facebook instead of taking any dire actions.
After contacting Amal Clooney, my intake dropped precipitously, all of my cravings for sugar disappeared over night, and my bodily energy collapsed along the way, as well. Prior to contacting Amal Clooney, I had been regularly brushing my teeth and bathing once or twice a month as a person living in seclusion without doing any exercise. Since then, I have probably bathed only once and some outer force stops me from brushing my teeth entirely. My teeth have started to corrode and my bodily energy despite consuming what would be deemed a perfectly healthy diet for an adult has failed to recover. I have been eating as much food as any other adult member in our household, however, I have not been able to perform or feel like a middle-aged person at all. I feel like I have the energy and speed of a 90 years old person at my disposal, and I have become immensely, profoundly slower than how I used to work some 10 years ago until the end of 2015.
The repeated mentioning reached such nerve shattering levels that I eventually decided to send her a message on Facebook regarding the decimation of my rights in Pakistan. Although I never received a response from the human rights champion — apparently the violations against the rights of extremely competent men do not register as grave enough issues on her radar to be taken seriously — nevertheless, my ability and desire to write long-form has returned since then. How on earth can just a letter to a human rights’ activist restore a person’s ability and desire to write, which that person had possessed since his mid-teens, if that disappearance of the desire was not something imposed on him? Outside bodies can change a person’s desire and ability to participate in an activity without ever being present around them and without even introducing them to any addictive material that can change their neural pathways. During the period starting from the year 2016 and ending in the December of 2020, I had failed to write a single long-form article despite being the class topper in the compulsory English course at FAST where I managed to beat a girl by 20% points who eventually managed to obtain a masters degree from Cambridge university. Prior to that, I had been a school topper in my school F. G. School Jhelum, and remained a top 3 performer for starting from 6 till the end 9th grade. I failed to remain a top 3 performer in 10th grade as I eventually ended up participating in way too many activities. Despite my participation in 8 extra curricular activities, I still managed to hit an aggregate total of 665 out of 850 and 90 in mathematics and 88 in physics.
Although I had become somewhat active as an author since contacting Amal, however, in the late 2022 or early 2023, I started to document the horrific and gory details of the Mughlia clan from Mulehal Mughlan and Chaudary clan form Noorwal. In the last 100 years or so, these two clans have managed to earn such horrific reputations as trespassers, gangsters, thieves, thugs, and harassers, that my elder brother started to create hurdles in my life as an author. I have received multiple death threats telepathically and the conducts of my elder brother and his wife have been becoming more and more threatening since my publishing of the horrific manners in which they have been trying their utmost to make me falter, using telekinesis to stall my typing speed, and they have done their utmost to stall the publication of rigorously done materially which I could then use to create a short booklet. My elder brother has been busy conducting business with some of the worst members of the Mughlia clan who are known to all as thoroughly hardened criminals, and he has been repeatedly inviting them over and dragging me downstairs with the help of the maids to forcefully sit with them.
The other problem, which has remained unresolved even after contacting Amal Clooney, is that I have failed to regain my ability to program again. I am barely able to write some terse CSS, and after facing repeat failures in my attempts to run JavaScript, I have only been able to write just a few hundred lines of JavaScript since 2022.
Installing Brave, Thanking Brendan, And Getting Badly Stalled: Sidra Shakoor Transformed Into My Savior
For 8 long moths those parties kept shouting inside of my head that only Obaid from innovative can help you partition your hard drives or we well not let you partition your hard drives. For 8 long months, the outside parties kept my arms completely limp and stretch less to an extent that I was not able to run simple disk partitioning program on my computer. When I kept shouting for 8 long months that it is violation of my core rights that some outside force is preventing me from operating my device properly, or even marginally, somebody inside of my head eventually shouted that Sidra Shakoor hai, go and send her a message on Twitter and you will probably be able to use your computer again. Once I sent her a message on Twitter, I was able to run disk partition, and for the next two months was able to use my computer at least some what properly. I was able to write two good quality articles as well. Since then, they have once again started to garble my faculties extremely and I am, during the course of the day, only able to use my faculties for around 30 minutes to an hour and for the rest of the 23 hours, I just about remain in a locked state incapable of doing any real work. I had never conversed with Sidra Shakoor at FAST nor had I ever crossed paths with her. Nobody around me ever talked about her starting from 2nd semester onwards. For over 27 years, I had never, not once, felt the need to initiate contact with her, and then eventually someone shouted inside of my head that only sending her a message or two on Twitter can resolve your problem now that you are not relenting on the part that its your core right to use your device properly. I have no ailments. Just some outside party locks my musculoskeletal system and then they start to mention names that now this party or that party can help you, or otherwise, we will simply not let you complete your work. I wrote a complete article on Barack Hussain Obama in merely 3 days and a complete book spanning 130 pages in 6 months despite multiple bouts of fever, yet now it takes me around 1 complete month to finish an article as outside parties keep insisting that they will not let me work unless I relent and form partnerships. Complete violation of my rights an a na ordinary worker and an outrageously talented person as well. The 6 months period also included two rounds of complete editing using Grammarly and my book’s editing was rating almost excellent by Graham Southarn.
Expanding my telepathy article to include the Sidra Shakoor saga, how some external force was repeatedly making my arms extremely limp, and eliminating any desire to even force myself to take a backup of the data and partition the system. Eventually, some external voice started talking inside of my head that somehow Sidra Shakoor is involved in this event. I had never, not once, conversed with the girl, and during my 3 years’ long stay at FAST, I had only seen her once. As soon as I sent her a message on X.com, formerly Twitter, all of my bodily strength returned and the desire to repartition the system and take backup copies of the system returned, as well. When I first launched my personal website in 2014 titled disinterested.me, a person with the Twitter handle lewsid started following me who has been running an application that allows people to check their website from various locations. When I was enrolled at FAST, almost all of the students used to call Sidra Shakoor Sid. Now I am busy wondering what exactly does lewsid have to do with Sidra and why was I forced to connect with a person with whom I had never conversed in 26 years just to get my bodily energy back. All of my energy-related problems, at least temporarily, got solved as soon as connected with Sidra on Twitter. As not a single medical or psychology journal convincingly states that telepathy exists and telepaths, or some other folks, can completely ruin a person’s progress, hence, I would now like to know how on earth can connecting with a person on Twitter resolve all such issues, even if just for a month? What sort of black magic was at work that first caused the severe limpness in my arms and then completely eliminated that weakness as soon as I connected with Sidra Shakoor on Twitter? How exactly would the professionals working in the field of medicine address this phenomenon?
Excruciatingly Painful Use of Telepathy: Another Tale Of Horrors
In 2024, I made probably the biggest mistake of the last 4 years. Despite Zeshan Haider’s eldest brother’s strict words not to contact Syed Irfan Urfi, out of curiosity, I ended up sending him a friend request on Facebook. Since establishing contact with Zeshan Haider’s elder brother, Syed Irfan Urfi, I once again experienced the same episode that I had experienced when I contacted Zeshan Haider in 2016 to get some assistance for the persistent headaches. He was pronounced dead just a few weeks or months after my email, and my cerebrum plunged into complete darkness. I completely lost track of what I had been doing and all of my writing projects that I had planned for the next 5 years disappeared from my brain. When I established contact with Syed Irfan Urfi in the March of 2024, some external force once again plunged my cerebrum into outstanding levels of anxiety and fear that the elder brother of my once best friend was in dire need of money and needed some help immediately. After experiencing that extreme state of anxiety and hearing loud voices inside of my head that he desperately needed my help in the form of all of the articles that I had published on LinkedIn, I forwarded him most of the articles carrying almost unique content on various matters with the stipulation that he would only be allowed to sell the Urdu versions of the articles within the whole of the subcontinent where Urdu is spoken. As soon as I forwarded him the articles, my cerebral state returned to normal.
However, since that temporary recovery, the external parties have intensified the threats and pain to such a level that I have not been able to complete too many articles. I had almost all of the articles ready to package into a short book, however, for the last 12 months, I have not been able to do it as I keep getting stalled by external parties.
Since establishing contact with Syed Irfan Urfi, people inside of my head have been incessantly repeating the same stuff: we, the group to which Syed Irfan Urfi belongs, will not let you work until and unless you agree to make him, Syed Irfan Urfi, a partner in all of your works; let me make it extremely clear that Syed Irfan Urfi works in the publication industry as a translator, composer, and typist, and I have plans to publish all of my works on Amazon.com. Hence, owing to my desire to use American or British systems to publish my works, his chances of getting more publishing work from me dwindle to zero. Nevertheless, if I were to make him a partner, he stands to benefit a lot as he probably possesses extremely poor narrative weaving skills, whereas, I am a former school topper who resoundingly defeated a girl and a boy who were destined to get their masters from Cambridge University, UK, and Columbia University, USA. Teachers who have taught me English found me a stunningly good weaver of narrative using the English language’s lexicon, whereas, Syed Irfan Urfi barely managed to get anywhere near 70% marks in matriculation, and he possesses extremely poor narrative weaving skills. Hence, had I bowed down to those incessant threats delivered daily over a period of 10 months or so, he would have acquired a contract from an extremely prolific writer of English with stunningly good data analysis skills.
However, owing to my resolute refusal to make him a partner and consequent incessant and tortuous harassment, the situation had deteriorated to such an extent that I had started to fail to finish even an article in one long session, and the excruciatingly intense cerebral pain had reached such levels that I had to repeatedly send emails to his younger brother who was once my the best friend that some telepaths belonging to your area have started repeatedly mentioning the same stuff and they are repeatedly plunging my cerebrum into immense and uncontrollable levels of melancholia, to such an extent that I have started to feel that someone is busy poisoning my cerebrum. Whenever I used to send the now pronounced deceased Zeshan Haider one such email, my mental state used to improve dramatically. However, these people who had started incessantly demanding a share or large share in all of my ongoing works would once again start repeating the same stuff. Hence, after every week or couple of weeks, I kept sending Zeshan Haider emails on these lines that they are poisoning my cerebral state and as you had told me yourself that you knew telepath and you have known telepaths since 8th grade, hence talk to them and put an end to this activity or otherwise I would be forced to reveal all of the tale on the social media.
People inside of my cerebrum keep shouting that they want to steal my patent-worthy solutions residing on my hard disk, and that is why they are stalling me so that I would eventually, just to save my life as a jobless person, sell them for pennies to secure a place for yourself. I have sent emails to Satya Nadella, Jeff Bezos, and Brendan Eich with the desire to negotiate a fair price for my patents and get some work as an expert; however, I have never gotten a response, and outside parties keep shouting that they want your patents either for free or for mere pennies. The news of my patents has reached the email vetting teams of Jeff Bezos, Satya Nadella, and Brendan Eich, however, despite being an outrageously talented person, I have not been able to elicit a response from them as if they want this oppression to continue.
Love Affair With GIMP Gone Wrong: Outside Parties Wreaking Havoc
When it comes to my reliance on GIMP, When I started using GIMP again after a hiatus of 10 years in 2021, I another outstandingly strange activity, which can only be deemed incriminating proof, that I had to endure while preparing my brochures is the very fact that when the outside parties were busy trying to infuriate me while shouting inside of my head and somehow triggering the neural pathways that increase anxiety dramatically, the GIMP program would start ot fail completely only on those fonts which I had listed as my the most preferred fonts. When I was experiencing all of these emotions and the application was stalling repeatedly, I kept shouting knowing that people were listening that I had used this application for 4 consecutive years from 2011 till the end of 2014, and I know perfectly well that it’s not even remotely as annoying as they would like me to believe. When I started repeating this statement persistently, someone eventually started shouting inside of my cerebrum that your cousin Khalid Chaudary working in the Nuclear energy department is busy with the help of someone to ruin your mood, as they want you to switch outstandingly more data intensive online application suits which increases the demand for greater bandwidth owing to the movement of exponentially large amounts of data and result in the creation of companies like GigaPower which allow people like Bill Gates to become even bigger icons. To make matters worse for ordinary people, even people at GIMP have decided to play the rich people’s game, as they have reduced made options panel much worse than the installation that I have been using since 2014.
The online versions of such applications, barring one freemium Pixlr.com, are so spectacularly annoying that they always keep causing more and more anxiety to people, the resulting anxiety keeps people hooked on mood enhancers. Khalid Chaudary’s whole family including her sister Iffat Seema have been inextricably involved in ruining the whole of the experience. Nevertheless, whenever I have the energy, which these nefarious parties keep draining after every hour or so and incapacitate me for the rest of the day, I still love playing with SVG graphics using GIMP.
JavaScript puts enormous loads on the computer systems as compiled interpreted languages simply cannot compete with precompiled languages. These interpreted languages coupled with the use of HTML’s canvas element put enormous amounts of compute load on the people’s computer systems computer systems and make people create spectacularly intense demands of data transfers on from the providers servers. All of this activity results in spectacularly large loads of energy demand on the global Internet infrastructure and global energy providing systems.
Date On Which The Following Sections Were Added: April 6th, 2025
As I have written in one of my artciles that whenever I publish some material that further corroborates the corruption taking place in Pakistan and the rest of the world and the facts of life that certain mafias, especially pharmaceutical mafia which almost equates to drug cartels of Mexico and former Italian mafia, are hiding for profiteering and to eliminate those interested in disclosing their dirty secrets without literally killing them, some outside parties start to inflict severe pain in my fingers and pronounced but not sever pain in the rest of the body. Hence, as soon as I pressed the publish button on the aforementioned 14,000 or so words, the unnamed parties started to engage in exactly similar activity of inflicting more pain and discomfort to delay the completion of the article. As my circumstance has been quite precarious — I was first issued a death threat in 2011 when I started publishing snipptes on Twitter, and they continue to make it more and more uncomfortable for me using these undisclosed paranormal means — hence, I keep publishing the remaining parts on Facebook whenever I recover from the next bout of severe pain inflicted using some paranormal means whose details I do not have. Hence, as these parties have now made it even more difficult for me keep seated and make good use of all of the available services to improve the quality of my prose, hence, these snippets are written in rather poor English from my standards. However, my deteriorating circumstance has not been allowing me to work on the quality of prose. All of the following snippets became available one after another on Facebook and the publication date of each included snippet precedes the inclusion of the snippet here in this blog post.
As outside parties have made it spectacularly difficult for me to now write full length articles, hence, I have resorted to publshiing as much as I possibly can when I have the energy.
Following Fragment Was Posted On Facebook On: April 6th, 2025
Although I have only recently started to write about Telepathy and abuses carried out using undocumented and undisclosed means, however, for an extremely long time now, for over 18 years, I have been seeing or experiencing spectacularly strange activity on my computer. For example, whenever I have tried to compress or reduce the size of the image files, most of the file compression programs installed on my system kept generating compressed filesize numbers that included one of the following: 774, 557, or 457 — Sania Mumtaz or Sania Bilal, Bilal Chaudhry, or Asad Akram Gill’s roll number at FAST. If not the roll numbers of the aforementioned three individuals, whose roll numbers showed up most frequently, then the compressed file sizes almost always included numbers that used to be exact matches of one person or another from FAST—NUCES where I was enrolled for my undergraduate degree program. As I had been living under severe duress and documenting this undisclosed activity was still not extremely high on my agenda, hence, I never took screenshots of those results. However, just yesterday, I compressed a file that I had downloaded from Sandra Guilbot’s Instagram page, and when I ran that file through ImageOptim, which is deemed one the best image optimization programs for unix-based systems, I got the following number: 530,457. 530 is the roll number of Usman Shoib Khan who is married to Mahrkuh Rana and lives in Australia and 457 is the roll number of Asad Akram Gill who was the finest programmer of our batch and now runs his own company in Lahore.
I am attaching the screenshot of the latest attempt to compress a file and the resulting numbers that are perfectly visible in ImageOptim’s window. The number combination perfectly matches with two of my batch mates, namely Usman Shoib Khan and Asad Akram Gill.
When it comes to undocumented issues faced when using computer systems, when I first started JavaScript programming, some outside party would just not let my perfectly formatted JavaScript produce any results in the web browser. All of the web browsers installed on my Windows computer kept generating the same error: Failure to load JavaScript. I scoured the Internet for answers, but I failed to find any flaws in my declarations, as all of the pages indicated that all of my declarations used in that JavaScript file and the declaration order in the HTML file were perfect, as well. Out of desperation, I started to look for a useful printed resource in my house, and luckily, I had John Pollock’s book gathering dust on one of the bookshelves. When I consulted that book to check the inclusion order, it once again confirmed that all of my instructions were correct and the inclusion order in the HTML file was correct, as well. However, after consulting John Pollock’s book, when I reloaded the HTML file in all of the 5 browsers in which I was testing the file, all of the browsers eventually loaded the file and JavaScript started to produce results. Our scientists all over the globe keep regurgitating the same old hackneyed and infuriating statements that we have no proof of such activity that some outside power capable of executing paranormal upon another person can make your fully functional programs fail, as well; it can intervene to stall your perfectly declared and formatted script files from functioning, as well.
In the year 2014 or 2015, when I was working on an additional functionality for the wider web, which to dates remains patent pending as it has never been made available by any website developer or operator, I encountered an outstandingly strange phenomenon.
By 2015, I had become an excellent programmer of JavaScript who could write perfectly formatted, ready to run JavaScript even on paper before including it in my digital files, and that JavaScript would start to produce correct results straight away, for I had become such an excellent programmer. However, in 2015, when I started writing JavaScript for that patent pending plugin, I encountered the most startling problem after that initial failure to make my perfectly formatted simple JavaScript in 2006 when I was just starting out and eventually needed John Pollock’s book to make it work. In 2015, whenever I would add another perfectly formatted block of code with perfectly declared programming logic, the browsers would initially refuse to run that block of code. I have been an almost excellent user of all of the five mainstream browsers’ Inspector section that allows programmers to debug the code.
Code Inspector in all of the browsers would show that the newly included code block was there, howewer, the browsers were declining to execute that part. Whenever I used to include a completely redundant “console.log ( 'Trying Out This Block With Bloc’s Initial Line' ),” all of the browsers would accept it as perfectly formatted block of code and include it in the execution order and I would start to get the desired results. It raises the critical question that what on earth does the “console.log” statement has to do with correctness of the code and the browser’s decision to include that block in the execution order? I have not been able to find a single satisfactory reason or answer as to what sort of magical effect does the “console.log” statement has on the JavaScript interpreter that it eventually includes that segment into the execution order and allows it to produce desired results.
nahhh this is all bullshit; you're an asshole, an incel, a loser and have been a loser all your life.
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