Molana's Next Class

In the next class, Maulana Sahib looking at his students, "Do you understand the importance of following Islamic rules in life?" Umer Daraz responded with sarcasm, and Maulana's face showed disappointment. "Umer, do you have a problem?"

Umer spoke up, "I think if we were out of this country, it would be easy to become rich, and if we were rich, it wouldn't be difficult to become who we're meant to be." Maulana's expression froze, "What?"

Gul Faraz chimed in, "He's right! We'd all be true believers if we didn't have these everyday Pakistani issues." Iqbal Dil agreed in a gentle tone, "I agree." Maulana asked curiously, "So, you mean if we become millionaires, we'll have a truer connection with God?"

Umer replied, "Yeah, why not?" as he lit a cigarette. Maulana thought for a moment before saying, "Next year on August 14th, bring all your extra money, tell your families you're leaving for a long time, and I'll do the same."

A year later, everyone was present, sporting full beards and traditional Pakistani attire. Maulana stood in the same classroom, pacing back and forth. Umer Faraz broke the silence, "Maulana, can we know why we're here? You promised us millions, but you took all our money. Our families think we're gone for a long time and will return with a lot of money."

Maulana reassured them, "Don't worry, we'll be billionaires soon. Think about what life has given you so far. You've made my life hell, and frustration builds up. Don't you give everything to your families, and what do they give you? Nothing. Money is what we need to be happy."

Iqbal Dil played with his waistcoat button, "That's fictional, Maulana. Is that what you called us for?" Maulana smiled, "Exactly, Iqbal. This is fictional but not far from reality. We can have everything we want if you give me three years of your lives."

Gul Faraz raised his hands, "What's the plan, Maulana? Our lives are already messed up. Tell us what you're up to." Maulana smilingly, takes a marker, writing on the board to explain his plan.