To the so called Lord of Hindoostan, Shah Alam II of the Mughals
From Zaman Shah Durrani
O weak and wicked man who dares to call himself Emperor. You are a cur and a blight upon Islam for in your wretched nature you have submitted to the Hindoo infidel. Your proud ancestor Babur Gazi is rolling in his graves. For he knew his duty to Islam. When he entered the lands of Hindoostan he did not consort with the infidel. He poured the drink from his cup into the ground and said to his soldiers that not one more drop of haraam liquor would pass his lips as long as the infidel still resided in Hindoostan. When he marched into Delhi and crushed Ibhrahim Lodi he slew the Hindoo infidel in the hundreds of thousands, smashed their temples and holy places until they were in much distress and lamented that they had ever been born infidel.
A curse upon you Shah Alam for look at the state of your dynasty now. The Hindoo infidel have free reign upon the lands of Hindoostan. You and your ilk have resided in Hindoostan since the great Mahmud of Ghazni and yet you find yourself unable to eradicate the kaffirs. You do not deserve the title you hold Shah Alam nor do you deserve to call yourself Caliph of Islam. As the mocking couplet goes, "The realm of Shah Alam runs from Delhi to Palam"
I hereby call upon you to surrender your titles to me, to send your daughters in marriage to me and to submit to me. For my house is far greater than yours in land, in wealth, in power. Leave your secluded palace in Delhi behind, come to my grand palace in Kabul and see what true glory is.
To Kokkand, Bukhara, Khiva,
From Zaman Shah Durrani
O Lords of Central Asia. I am Zaman Shah Durrani. You knew my father Timur Shah and my illustrious grandfather Ahmed Shah. Then you know I am also a great man, for their blood runs in my veins. I call upon you to give me the same service that you gave my father and grandfather. Provide me with soldiers, brave cavalrymen from the steppes for my wars and I shall reward you with great loot and wealth.
I am Zaman Shah and all who oppose me shall perish. But all who join me shall reap great reward as the scimitars of our cavalry slay our enemies, and we carry off their women and wealth.
From Zaman Shah Durrani
O weak and wicked man who dares to call himself Emperor. You are a cur and a blight upon Islam for in your wretched nature you have submitted to the Hindoo infidel. Your proud ancestor Babur Gazi is rolling in his graves. For he knew his duty to Islam. When he entered the lands of Hindoostan he did not consort with the infidel. He poured the drink from his cup into the ground and said to his soldiers that not one more drop of haraam liquor would pass his lips as long as the infidel still resided in Hindoostan. When he marched into Delhi and crushed Ibhrahim Lodi he slew the Hindoo infidel in the hundreds of thousands, smashed their temples and holy places until they were in much distress and lamented that they had ever been born infidel.
A curse upon you Shah Alam for look at the state of your dynasty now. The Hindoo infidel have free reign upon the lands of Hindoostan. You and your ilk have resided in Hindoostan since the great Mahmud of Ghazni and yet you find yourself unable to eradicate the kaffirs. You do not deserve the title you hold Shah Alam nor do you deserve to call yourself Caliph of Islam. As the mocking couplet goes, "The realm of Shah Alam runs from Delhi to Palam"
I hereby call upon you to surrender your titles to me, to send your daughters in marriage to me and to submit to me. For my house is far greater than yours in land, in wealth, in power. Leave your secluded palace in Delhi behind, come to my grand palace in Kabul and see what true glory is.
To Kokkand, Bukhara, Khiva,
From Zaman Shah Durrani
O Lords of Central Asia. I am Zaman Shah Durrani. You knew my father Timur Shah and my illustrious grandfather Ahmed Shah. Then you know I am also a great man, for their blood runs in my veins. I call upon you to give me the same service that you gave my father and grandfather. Provide me with soldiers, brave cavalrymen from the steppes for my wars and I shall reward you with great loot and wealth.
I am Zaman Shah and all who oppose me shall perish. But all who join me shall reap great reward as the scimitars of our cavalry slay our enemies, and we carry off their women and wealth.
Now I have much greater appreciation and respect for the Constitution.
I don't care where I am or what tech group I am.
