Tale of Agricultural Land Producing Golden Nuggets Or Spectacular Financial Malfeasance
As I have been documenting the horrendous, horrific, downright revolting behavior of the members of the Mughlia clan from Mulehal Mughlan and their spouses, the time has come to reveal the details of an outstandingly, spectacularly corrupt lawyer who has been chanting the slogans of PTI and Imran Khan for way too long, and prior to that, he and his wife were ardent, vociferous supporters of Pakistan Peoples Party
Sajid Hussain Rai remained an out-and-out, unrestrained alcoholic for over 22 to 25 or so years, and when I was enrolled at FAST without any interest in computing affairs at all and getting miserable scores despite being a former school topper, occasionally, I used to visit their house to finally enjoy some perfectly edible home cooked meals. When I had just joined FAST—NUCES in the January of 1997, I was forced to stay at Dr. Salahuddin’s house during the first six months. Dr. Salahuddin’s second wife, Shanaz Ahktar is a younger sister of my infuriatingly, exasperatingly ill behaved and corrupt father and got divorced within the first 12 months or so after her first marriage owing to her horrific ways to manage domestic affairs.
During that enforced stay which initially lasted merely six months, I discovered that the woman had zero interest in raising her children and used to put forth food that was almost always inedible. Upon reaching breaking point after eating such horrendously cooked food and witnessing such nerve rattling behavior towards everybody after every fortnight or 20 days or so, I used to visit Sajid Hussain Rai’s house who is married to another one of my father’s sisters who, if their family’s conduct were to be considered, miraculously so used to cook well. During those visits, I discovered that Sajid Hussain Rai used to spend most of the time lying on the bed in an inebriated state slurring his words and stumbling for items.
On one such trip, I found him in such a spectacularly inebriated state that when he tried to light his cigarette, the burning matchstick fell through his fingers and on the bed. He started patting the bed randomly without knowing where the matchstick really was as he was shaking under the influence and having profound trouble trying to find the matchstick and kept uttering the words that it will set alight the whole of the house.
Sajid Hussain Rai, who has an extremely poorly earned degree in law, never managed to run an even marginally profitable law practice as he used to spend most of his time completely inebriated wasted on his bed. When it comes to his finances, he kept telling everybody that he has some agricultural land, and he keeps selling portions of that land to finance his shockingly uncontrollable drinking habits and the upbringing of his four daughters. It as one of the worst kept secrets in Pakistan that selling land devoted to raising crops in a far flung area at good prices is almost impossible, yet Sajid Hussain Rai, despite his spectacular reliance on alcohol and almost unrestrained smoking, was somehow able to sell his small pieces of agricultural land in a remote area at such prices that he was not only able to afford his drinking habits and expensive cigarettes, he was also able to pay the tuition fees, afford the books and other paraphernalia for his four daughters needed to finish school, spend money on their sanitary needs, and also pay his electricity, water, and gas bills, as well. If the aforementioned was not enough for a person without a verifiable source of income, he was a chain smoker, as well, consuming a packet of cigarettes within a day and a half.
Without the help of outrageously corrupt elements, Sajid Hussain Rai just cannot prove that his agriculture land was worth the money that was needed to pay for all of the aforementioned expenses. Sajid Hussain Rai has been engaging in fraudulent activities for over 30 years as he just cannot prove the worth of his agricultural land, yet he always had the money needed to raise four daughters, spend inordinate amounts of money on alcohol and cigarettes, and pay the electricity — his air conditioner used to keep operating 24 hours non-stop — gas, and water bills. To further complicate the matters, he used to own a 1976 Toyota Corolla, as well, and needed to spend money on its maintenance and petrol, as well.
Back in the Back in 1995–1996, we only had one motorway in the province fo Punjab connecting Lahore to Rawalpindi. Even though we already had a dual carriage way connecting Lahore to Rawalpindi via Jhelum, nevertheless, the steel, cement, and Daewoo loving — classic case of pump and dump — mafia felt the need to construct a 6 lane motorway to connect Lahore to Rawalpindi by constructing a 6 lane motor way parts of which run through extremely fertile agricultural land. Their attempt to waste more of the agricultural land and inflate the prices of crops and land by constructing wholly redundant motorways did not stop with the Lahore to Rawalpindi section. We now have motorways connecting Lahore to Multan and Rawalpindi to Pishawar, and 70 percent of the population does not have resources to spend on travel. Despite such horrendous waste of various types of resources, especially fertile agricultural land, the farm owners are still struggling to sell their entire produce. People are being forced to purchase wholly unliked and unpopular products like Gurh and other startlingly sugar laden sweets, and despite this outrageous waste of land, the prices of the agricultural land in remote areas remains quite low. However, Sajid Hussain Rai kept telling everyone around that his few acres of land kept getting valued at such spectacular rates that he was able to finance all of the aspects of life mentioned in the previous paragraph.
Since the start of 2016, when I openly started to write about the conduct of American Institutions and the carnage they are causing in countries like Pakistan to force people to look for greener pastures elsewhere, all of my mood enhancers imported from American — Theanine Serene With Relora by Source Naturals — my favorite coffee, Nescafé Tasters’ Choice French Roast, and my sleep medications all stopped working in tandem. My coffee started to taste of broth made using cow or goat meat, mood enhancers stopped having any effect at all, and sleep medications stopped producing desired results. Since the first quarter or mid of 2024, some unrecognizable voice has been talking inside of my head and revealing it to me that these parties, the political parties and their cohorts, use some tactics reliant on paranormal activity to cause these failures, and usually, vocal and reliable dissidents acquiesce within a year or two and stop writing against their spectacularly corrupt systems. I have also been told that some of these horrendous parties somehow become entangled with the person writing scathing critiques of their spectacularly corrupt systems, and whichever drink that entangled person starts to consume starts to have the exact same effect on the party writing that withering critique.
I now stand convinced that Sajid Hussain Rai who simply cannot prove that his agricultural land finance or sustain that sort of lifestyle with 4 daughters was engaging in this uncontrollable and copious amount of drinking to damage some other party, and some element or government department was rewarding him for ruining the cerebral state of some, extremely likely, decent, honest person somewhere. As soon as I decided to start writing about nerve rattling levels of corruption perpetrated by Benazir Bhutto and Zia Mehmood Mirza’s family and his rapist and even otherwise outrageously notorious son Shams Zia, all of the aforementioned items became ineffective, from my favorite coffee, which started to taste of broth, and my mood enhancers, as well. When I finally opened the bottle of poison in my room in December of 2020 after losing hope that I now have become a completely ineffective member of the society, someone shouted in my cerebrum that Amal Clooney is deeply involved in the whole of the carnage that has been taking place in your life and the repeated failures that you have had to encounter. Amal Clooney, almost certaintly, is a spectacularly corrupt lawyer and has been helping the criminal elements.
As I was about to consume the drink, someone completely went berserk inside of my head that send a message to Amal Clooney immediately, and you will probably get out of this slump. Although none of my drinks have started to deliver results and much more damage has been caused in my life since contacting Amal Clooney, however, I regained the desire to write long form which always left me feeling infuriated because of its third class quality. Despite contacting Amal Clooney, I was never able to indulge in my computing affairs, nevertheless, I have been able to document the horrendous, horrific levels of corruption perpetrated by Benazir Bhutto, Pervaiz Musharraf who is till alive somewhere as I keep hearing his voice, and the whole of the family of Zia Mehmood Mirza. Zia Mehmood Mirza’s son, namely Shams Zia Mehmood was rightfully implicated in a gang rape which he committed along with his cousin Shahzada, son of Zohra Nigah and brother of former F. G. School teacher Firdous Babar. However, Peoples Party’s ministers from Multan became involved and threatened and forced the police department to expunge all traces of the FIR and other criminal activity reported against Shams Zia Mehmood Mirza. Now Shams Zia Mehmood Mirza’s young sister with a spectacularly disgusting academic and a horrific, nerve rattlingly horrendous character record has been leading Lahore Chapter of Human Rights Commission of Pakistan.
That’s what they do to a person with almost squeaky clean record and stellar intelligence who wants a free, fair, and decent society. All of my mood enhancers, coffee, and sleep medications stopped working as soon as I started writing about Barack Hussain Obama’s horrible agendas and decided that I would now like to disclose Benazir Bhutto’s corruption as I, as the horrible, horrific luck would have it, have been born in this Mughlia Clan and I have been to Zia Mehmood Mirza’s house on multiple occasions when I was in my mid teens. The reasons for all of these trips to Zia Mehmood Mirza’s house were firmly rooted in my father’s desire to to further benefit from his family ties with Zia Mehmood Mirza to get promotions in the banking system. My father has an extremely average IQ and a miserable academic record at F. C. College, Lahore — Forman Christian College — as he spent most of his time at F. C. College reading erotica and failing courses, yet he was able to become an SVP with a few phone calls made by Zia Mehmood Mirza to the ministers of Peoples Party Pakistan which was back then being led by Benazir Bhutto.
It is to Benazir Bhutto’s credit that her party has been providing complete and unreserved protection to at least a few rapists involved in a gang rape, an almost to the brink pedophile who tried to rape me, the wife of a remarkably, outrageously revolting, execrable retired Lt. Col Aziz Mirza, Shabana Aziz. Shabana Aziz has been known almost everywhere as a woman with three children who has an uncontrollable interest in young boys, and I was about to become a victim as minor because of the uncontrollable urges of a mother of three. Since then, PTI has been providing unreserved protection to all of these nerve shatteringly corrupt, hardened criminals like Shams Zia, Farah Zia, Aziz Mirza, Shahzada Mughal, Jahanzaib Kayani, and a whole gang of hardened criminals living right next door to Aziz Mirza and committing all of their criminal activities relentlessly with the help of PTI and general Pervaiz Butt.
Sajid Hussain Rai, as a member of the family and spouse of the woman who is the younger sister of Aziz Mirza and sister in law of Shabana Aziz, has been presenting himself as a decent, ideologically correct lawyer, yet he has never, not once, tried to disclose any of these details and the carnage that this family has caused in my life; Sajid Hussain Rai and his family have been insturmental in relentless harassment of a person desirous of disclosing all these horrendous, horrific deeds. Sajid Hussain Rai and Anjum Sajid have been colluding with Imran Mirza to create an absolutely fake financial crisis in my life that has made me threaten them with drinking poison to get the funds released. Imran Mirza, an outstandingly and horribly corrupt and incompetent person is married to a woman whose conduct since the early 90s has been so horrific that it would send chills down the spine of any decent person and make one such person run for cover. That aside, the woman is spectacularly incompetent, as well. All of this stoppage of funds has resulted in news on BBC focusing on euthanasia and suicide rates, and all of the timings of those articles coincide with the times when my funding had been blocked once again by the people with whom I share this hell hole. During all of this time, Sajid Hussain Rai and his wife, whom I had told explicitly not to bother me as I do not share any traits with them, have been repeatedly visiting our house and forcefully dragging me out of my room.
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