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Hello friends this is a true story of my life, it’s my personal experience with the people who call themselves Pakistani Talibans. My name is Ali Javaid Rana, I’m a 28 years old male from the weshi city of Lahore. I haven’t had much interest in studying from day 1 and after much struggle have passed B-Com. After completing that, I joined my family business of Nickel Electroplating (Nickel-Polish). My work was blessed by the Great All-Mighty Allah as I was receiving many profits. I did a lot of hard-work, purchased land/building for my factory, then bought 18 carats gold (I replaced the word “tola” with “carat”, not sure if correct), meaning my business was flourishing and I was a success.
But there was one bad thing related to my business which I’ll tell you all in a little while. Actually this is my father’s secondary way of earning a living; primarily he’s a GM (General Manager) in MCB (Muslim Commercial Bank) of the Nila Gumband Branch in Lahore. In my father’s time, the business (Nickel-Polish) wasn’t doing that good, but when I took over, we were overflowed with profits. And now that bad thing related to the business which I was talking about earlier. The reason why in my time the business flourished is that; I stole electricity, I stole water, I evaded taxes, and all the other bad things I did to get to the top.
I purchased chemicals for my factory not from the local dealers, but from Afghans, and in Peshawar from pathans, who sold the non-custom paid stuff which was a variation of Afghani, Irani and some from US & Nato Troops (which the US troops used against the Talibans in Afghanistan). Remember one thing, that there is difference between Pakistani Talibans and Afghan Talibans. So back to the main topic, for cheaper low price purchases, I frequently went to Peshawar, Mardan, Dara-Adam-Khel, Bannu and other parts of N.W.F.P. till the Hell called Waziristan happened. One day, my Mehsudi tribe friend named Zarak Khan Mehsud (who is from North Waziristan Meran-Shah) invite me two his homeland to browse through some of the US & Nato troops stolen goods. I took two of my friends with me for a tour of Meran-Shah and to do some shopping.
It was the year of 2005; we went there and were warmly welcomed by the people there. For the first three days, we did some sightseeing of the different portions of the valley. After the sightseeing, I bought the chemicals and booked them to Lahore via cargo giving this responsibility to one of my friends and so he took off. The other friend was still with me and then F*CK happened. Before carrying on, let me first tell you a little more about myself and my family. We are from the Deobandi Ahle-Hadees Maslak and my (blood) uncle is a very religious person, very warm blooded in such matters. He with his 3 sons fought alongside with Lashkare-Taiba fighters in Kashmir and Afghanistan. Two of them i.e. one of his sons and my uncle were martyred (SHAHEED) in Kashmir by the Indian Troops. May Allah All-Mighty rest their souls in Heaven. I also fought alongside them in Bara-Mola Kashmir against the Indian Troops but my father and mother reached there to my Ameer Cernal Imtiaz Sahib and took me back with them.
Back to the topic, on a Friday, I went with my Lahori friend Hamza to offer Friday prayers in a local mosque in North Waziristan. There the Imam Sahib said some rubbish things, with my luck being that on that f*cking day the Imam Sahib says (-AMERICA DA KAFFER AAE-) meaning America is Kafir, and our government of that time of Perwez Musharraf is (-DA MUNAFIQ AAE-) and that jihad is must against both of them. My fighting skills of past which were sleeping were then awakened, and I saw my future was to become a jihadi. I told my friend but he got afraid and went back to his home to Lahore and I never saw him again. There I became a member of the Talibans. I spent approximately 2.5 years with them which was the worst time of my life. I practically destroyed my own business which I had elevated so much using house cash prize bonds and gold etc. Everything that I had I gave to the Talibans in the way of jihad. My father and mother were very worried for me I never *** back. I noticed one thing; the talibans gave me a lot of respect, a lot much above the other Punjabi Talibs there. One day I realized that it was only due to my money which I was giving them. I approximately gave 28 to 30 lakhs (3 million).
Now listen, one thing of grave importance that those talibans neither offered any prayers nor did they recite the Holy Quran. On asking regarding this matter they said that we are doing jihad against kafirs and munafiqs and so we don’t need to pray etc. which was very strange. They always enforced me to make attacks of convoys of PAK-ARMY and then time passed and then the Lal-Masjid operation started. They gathered huge number of soldier’s of young boys because of Lal-Masjid incident. Time passed and Musharraf went, Zardari came and then the operation of Swat started by the Zardari Government. The operation in Swat is against the Tahreek-e-Talibans of Swat. After finding out, I wanted to take side with the Swat Talibans against our Great PAK-ARMY (which serves and protects us at night when we are asleep from these kind of bloody wolfs [Talibans]).
The talibans didn’t give permission to me to go there and fight due to my money which they were hogging off me, but I left the money and forced them to give me permission. They agreed and sent 5 fighters with me to Mingora-Swat. There we had 5 f*cking freak fights against the Pak-Army with the help of local Swati Talibans. We were in the climbs of Mingora when 3 of my team fighters were hit by Pak-Army gunship helicopters shelling. We, the survivors, made two more attacks against Pak-Army search parties which were searching the forests for us and the talibans. There more die from my team, I being the only one captured alive due to being injured after getting a bullet in my leg. I wanted to die there and if an army man hadn’t stop me, I would have shot myself with my 9mm gun. They captured and took me to Mingora police station and there they treated me like a guest. An army female doctor took the bullet out of my leg and I rested there for 7 hours, then I called my family back in Lahore via a Pak-Army man. They contacted there and sent money and resources to take me back home after my spending of 5 months in a Mingora prison. And now I’m back in home for the last 3 months.
The message of this story, I didn’t see any kind of Islam there in the f*cking so-called Pakistani Talibans, and the people who thought that our Army is killing great Mujahideen-e-Islam are wrong. They are not even Muslims, never take sorrow of their deaths, I’ve seen them with wide open eyes, and it is my personal experience. In the end, only take sorrow of the deaths of any (-PAK-ARMY-MAN-) PAK ARMY-ZINDABAD, BALUCH REGIMENT ZINDABAD. God Bless Pak-Army, PAK-ARMY-ZINDABAD. Death to those Pakistani So Called Talibans, Not Afghan Talibans.