Islami is a Islamic Eastern Historic concept reflecting the pain and anger of a Muslim woman under the monstrous British Rule. Islami is a woman whose life was destroyed by the British empire during 1858. She decided to give everything and not to stop until she has achieved her purpose to kill every Britisher in rule and every one who supports them.
 
{Some Scenes Are Inspired By True Events Which Do Not Include Islami}

This is also to consider the history of Pakistan never considered.

Although the chapters above 20 are about the very cool character Professor Calculus and his Company Plus Secret Organization : Justice Pol :

The Rise Of Islami

Islami gets teleported to 1980's Pakistan in a village, near a wooden beautifully made house: 


"And boom like this an other war will be waiting for us, boom! Boom! Bang......" 


"Told ya, not to leave your country but no, I have this house here for two years now......" 


"But you still prefer to live in America! I know...." 


"Oh! Come-on, you have a Muslim soldier at home what's the point of doing this differentiation of culture?" 


His daughter was referring to the soldier in a room towards the corridors, as there was 4 to 5 rooms up the stairs and down the stairs was the kitchen and hall was where the father and daughter were. 


"Oh! There is no differentiation but before you follow a culture you should know everything about that culture and what about your story?" 


"Story? Dad! I am 18 now, and a reporter. If I won't have one I will make one, okay?" 


"That's enough! If you want a story so bad and it should be from Pakistan, why not ask this man." 


"What man? This soldier in the room who has already lost his mind?" 


"Hey! Hey! Don't! Do that....He might listen, this is not what I taught you okay!" 


Suddenly walking down the stairs the man arrives in his suit full Pak Army uniform and does the Islamic greeting. 


Eating the Biryani while the Old man gives a sign to his daughter like go on and his daughter gives him a clear expression like really? 


"Umm....okay and I am Jenny by the way....you know short for Jennifer." 


His dad giving her the sign again while Iqbal silently eating looking at his food using his hands only while his wrists up while his hair giving a little grey touch shining. 


"Ummm......I wanted to ask that when you were in that container 150 years from now in that secret laboratory that no one knows about but you in today's era because you were in that container and the machine was set to let you go out free after these much years like how was that experience for you." 


Suddenly the door is knocked and Iqbal stands up getting the rest of food in the fridge and washing his hands after licking his fingers. 


"I'll open the door, and wishfully tell you how the experience was Jennifer, dont worry." 


"He is licking his fingers and he put that Biryani in the same plate in which you had the plate." 


"Well, maybe that's what this Islamic culture teaches him to do, don't discriminate between humans and respect the food." 


Islami having a look at Iqbal while her half face covered like always and blood stains on her cloths were dry now like nothing has happened. 


"I need a place to stay....It feels like I have seen you somewhere." 


"It's a friend! Ummm.....Islami, her name is Islami can we let her stay please....if that doesn't bother you." 


"Yes! Come-on! There is a lot of place in this house!" 


Islami Meets Iqbal Ahmed