Bonnie left the room for a few moments and soon returned with three beautiful young girls. They were all wearing skimpy bikinis.
"This is my friend Chastity" Bonnie announced. The blonde with obvious surgical enhancements, stepped forward to shake hands with Kamal.
"This is Tyler." A skinny chocolate colored Caribbean girl leaned down to kiss Kamal on the cheek.
Finally Bonnie introduced Yvette. She was the youngest of the three and was dressed in a gold bikini. Her long red hair flowed down her back almost to her skinny waist. Her perky breasts were almost completely uncovered.
Kamal’s eyes opened wide. He could not believe how beautiful the young red headed stunner looked.
"Pick one" ordered Razak.
Yvette spotted Kamal’s jaw drop and she just held out her hand "Come with me."
Yvette led Kamal to a beautiful room lined with antique gold leaf mirrors. She dimmed the lights just a little, before she slowly disrobed. Kamal was embarrassed but Yvette managed to put him at ease. She giggled a lot, and that helped. After a few minutes, she finally relieved Kamal of the last of his clothes and dragged him up onto the elevated king size bed.
Kamal had an unbelievable two hours with Yvette, but in truth two minutes would have been quite long enough. He learned a great deal that day.
Kamal of course, had no idea that his father was lying naked in bed with his old friend Bonnie at the same time. They watched Kamal perform on TV courtesy of the hidden camera in the room.
Chapter 5
Kamal was packed off to the United States to study electrical engineering. His father chose the most famous (and of course the most expensive) engineering school in the world, Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Boston. Even then the cost of tuition was prohibitive to all but the richest families, or those students with enough natural ability to receive a scholarship grant from a major corporation.
Kamal had been to London and Paris a couple of times with his father, but this was his first solo trip overseas.
He had no choice at all in the matter. His wealthy father Sheikh Razak Pashwari, head of the Pashwari clan, had sent Kamal off to Boston as he believed the future of the world was in electronics. History since had proven this to be an astute decision.
Razak had been born into a wealthy family, but he had multiplied his assets many fold as the industrialized world became more and more reliant on oil assets. Razak had become the prime negotiator for OPEC. He had received billions of dollars in secret commissions into his numbered Swiss bank accounts from giant oil companies desperate for long term contracts. Some of these funds were used to open electronics plants in China, Korea, and the old Soviet Union.
Kamal was enrolled in campus accommodation, but he soon realized that he was not accepted by his non-Muslim fellow students. He was even beaten up once.
He was miserable and kept mulling the problem over in his mind. Finally, he realized that it was time for him to shape his own destiny. It took a few days, but finally he came up with a plan and called his father.
"Father, I am just not comfortable in accommodation here. It is most difficult for a dedicated follower of Islam" started out Kamal.
"Of course I understand my son. However, you must stay in the U.S. to study" said Razak firmly.
"You misunderstand me father. I do not wish to return home. I have an idea to help other Islamic students here."
"I see. Tell me more" said Razak with interest.
"Father, it is almost impossible to live by Islamic ideals in the United States. The food is terrible. I just do not understand how Americans can stomach it. Also, Americans do not like it when we arise early to pray. It is almost impossible to find accommodation off campus as they prefer to rent rooms to their fellow Americans" explained Kamal.
"I understand what you are saying. But what can we do about this my son?"
"I have given this a great deal of thought and I think I have come up with a solution. I have located a small boarding house. It is in quite poor condition. But, with some repairs and maintenance it would be more than adequate for my idea. I want to establish a Muslim Brotherhood, where our brothers in Islam can live while they study. We would not need to make any profit, so the rent would be subsidized. Proper food could be prepared for all, and we will not have any problems when we pray."
Razak was excited. This was the first time that young Kamal had ever thought of something other than himself, so Razak was excited to help.
"My son, I am very proud of you. This is a wonderful plan. Let this be the first of many such projects."
They discussed the financial aspects of the project, and Razak agreed to make funds available.
"Thank you father, this will be a most worthy charitable work."
The next day one million dollars was wired into Kamal’s U.S. bank account.
The building Kamal had found was a dilapidated old boarding house not far from Cambridge. He arranged for a bank transfer for payment. He did not even haggle on price. The building was not in high demand, so the price was discounted anyway. Next, he hired a team of contractors, and six weeks later the alterations were complete. A sign that read Boston Muslim Brotherhood was placed above the main entrance.
A forty year old refugee from Egypt called Amir was hired through an agency to be the manager. He was also to run the small general store attached which supplied the traditional food supplies needed. Amir also did the catering for the dinner meal which was supplied to the students.
Kamal had no trouble finding tenants, since he subsidized the rent. Muslim students were lined up at the door when word spread through the campus. The place was full within a week of opening.
None of the Muslim students or even the manager Amir had any idea that Kamal had financed the whole project. The title deed for the building was in the name of an untraceable holding company and they also handled payments to Amir.
Chapter 6
While Kamal began with no real interest in electronics, he swiftly learned to love the way that the laws of physics governed all things. The more he learnt the more he wanted to know. His professors thought his work was top class, and most even expected Kamal to stay on to teach at M.I.T. after he had graduated.
He tried his best to abide with the strict teachings of Islam, but immediately found this almost impossible in the uncultured United States.
Razak, Kamal’s father had insisted that Kamal attend a mosque regularly whilst he was studying overseas. Soon Kamal became a regular member of ISB, the Islamic Society of Boston. There were a number of mosques in Boston, but the favored one was the small congregation located not too far from Cambridge. This mosque was presided over by Imam Hillali. As well as presiding over prayers, it was also the realm of the Imam to give rulings on Islamic questions of faith, and to keep a watchful eye on younger members of his flock.
Imam Hillali of course did some research on Kamal after his first visit. He needed to be certain that there were no spies in the congregation, so he had each new member vetted. This was not too difficult since westerners were discouraged. Hillali knew a network of religious leaders in other countries. They worked together quickly to ensure the sanctity of their community.
If there was ever any question at all about a new congregation member, they would be questioned by members of the faithful. If the answers they gave were found lacking, they were forbidden future entry.