Pakistan Under Illuminati

The three found themselves in a hall, gazing up at a peculiar triangle with an eye-shaped structure at its center. Confused, they pushed open a door, revealing a room bathed in light. Dollar signs and satanic symbols adorned the walls, and chairs were arranged around a large desk.

The Israeli Chief of Army Staff sat at the far end, his fingers steepled as he gazed at them. With a press of a button, three chairs materialized, and he gestured for them to sit. "Come and sit! Don't worry....you are now our guests."

The Chief began, "So, how has the journey been, oh! I am sorry, let me just, ummm! You are right now in Israel...." The three exchanged bewildered glances.

Iqbal's eyes widened in horror. "What? Jinnah worked for you?"

The Chief chuckled. "Nah! That guy won't sell......but we didn't wanted him to.....we wanted him to stay genuine with his cause....cause at that time we wanted exactly for him what he was doing without us asking. Pakistan is the end of Hindu-Muslim Unity and then the brutality of Indian leaders in Kashmir, man! That's just Jackpot......You hate Hindus and then for what those Mullas do......they hate all of you Muslims."

Iqbal's voice was confident. "Not! All of them, what about the ones who stood together still against you......what about those huh?"

The room erupted in giggles, and the Chief struggled to control his laughter. "Ummm..... I am sorry, who are speaking off, can you name one or two? And until when, just a little spark and you Pakistanis, Indians and Afghanis, just jump on each other, like animals massacring each other to every bit...... Ripping off each other's arteries..... That's who you are...."

The Chief lit a cigar and continued, "Our plans have always been well organized like making societies be ruled by monsters and when people loose faith when they see their childhood heroes were actually monsters, as soon as they figure out that.....they turn to monsters, bigger ones and the cycle continues."

He revealed a snowy landscape outside the window. "Means they work for you?" Iqbal massaged his head. "No! No! No one literally works for us.......but.....they are a part of our agenda......that's what dictates them, so they dictate you. Let me demonstrate."

The Chief set up dominos, explaining, "Now the last one is you, okay! And the first one is your Prime Minister. Now I want to slap you, I don't just come to you taking a million dollar flight to slap you, I slap your prime minister, he slaps your army Chief, he slaps your Molvi and then Maulana will slap some lady or anyone weaker, then the lady goes disrespecting all men and the men go disrespecting all women....."

As the dominos fell, the Chief laughed. "Then Divorces happen, societies shatter and about a 100 years from now, people be looking up to us, the elites, guide us.... Oh our lords.....and then you hate Molvis, women, women hate men, everyone hates the army but only if your Prime minister or army Chief were to retaliate, were you gonna get the slap? No, now your trust in religion goes plus we set up Wahhabis to represent you, Catholics to represent Christians and Zionists means us, we represent Jews and Hindutva represents Hindus..... How will you win the Armageddon now....... When everything is so fucked......"

Iqbal asked, "Can I ask something....."

The Chief replied, "Oh! Please.....please....don't do this to me, don't have to ask for my permission....go on! What is this Muslim sectarianism was that you that caused all that from the beginning."

The Chief's response was direct. "Well, the history of Muslim sectarianism is old enough but now you are just stupid.... Wahhabis have always been cutting of the bond between Muslim scholars and random people, always telling men that you do not need anyone to learn Islam. Ha! They are our most favourite ones. But Sunnis, you people have always been the problem for us. We set something up and you destroy it like Khadim Hussain Rizvi, just one man with Islam in his chest and he made us spent a lot but we got rid of him."

Iqbal's next question was anticipated by the Chief. "Yes! Yes! Of course it's us, all these blasphemies on Prophet Muhammad it's us, it has always been us and we will not stop... the day you won't stand up for protests and all that is the day...."

Iqbal's voice was horrified. "You will launch a physical war on Pakistan......"

The Chief's response was chilling. "Exactly."

Deadhelmet spoke up, "You said we were in Israel, what's up with the fu*king snow."

The Chief smiled. "Yeah cause we are in Antarctica right now, don't you know where our secret meetings are held?"

He continued, "Everywhere.......Idiots think that this ummm ...... kabalist Illuminati is just a random civilized society or organization of some who want to Satanify the world, Ha! Oh! My God! I always prefer to watch Pakistani news channels or these YouTube channels..... You call us Illuminati, or Cuckoo Duckoo Hut or Orgasmo Club, all we do is earn money and buy assets, be people or tech or currencies, banks. We do Kabbala yes, so Concentration increases and we buy bigger better assets, the decision making improves. We don't wait for miracles to happen, Miracles don't happen for devils right, that's your weapon...."

The room fell silent as the Chief's words hung in the air. The three exchanged stunned glances, their minds reeling from the revelations. The Chief's laughter echoed through the room, a cold, menacing sound.

As the meeting concluded, the Chief's demeanor changed, and he stood up, signaling the end of their discussion. "Listening to these political analysts who always love kiss the conspiracy theories of all sorts is just phenomenal. They don't even use their brains."

The door opened, and the room began to empty. The three were left standing, still trying to process the Chief's words. The Chief's smile lingered, a cold, calculating glint in his eye.