The Book Of Dio

The Book of Dio is the holy text of the religion of Dioism, the state religion of the Holy Empire of Pakistan. It is the official chronicle of the adventures of Dio Brando. The compilation of stories and wisdom was written over the period of a month by Pakistani monks Altnabla and William Walker, with contributions from many other Pakistani. The Book covers various topics, from great wars to formed alliances, to Koroush's deception and Falcon's enlightenment.


The Book is the basis for all learning in Pakistan and is studied by schoolchildren and Literature majors alike at the Falcon University of Creative Knowledge. It's believed that behind the passages in this book, there is an even deeper truth, one which would require a mind of the greatest caliber to discover and comprehend. All Pakistani are expected to be able to recite the book by verbatim upon completion of secondary school.


1. Open the book
2. Wash your hands
3. Turn the page
4. Read
5. Repeat step 2-5 until the end of the book.
6. ???

Chapter One - The Genesis.

In the ancient times, there was nothing but sand. Sand randomly evolving without time or space.

On the first day, particles of sand randomly formed a shape. Through conscient or inconscient choices of the sand, Dio was born.

There was nothing but the sand and Dio knew everything and could do everything through it.

On the second day, Dio spoke and said "ZA WARUDO". And the sand moved and ZA WARUDO was created. And Dio felt good.

On the third day, Dio took some sand of the newly formed ground and made the first paki, Falcon.

Falcon opened eyes and knew nothing for he was not a god but a Pakistani. And he saw and felt the sand. And Falcon was happy.

On the fourth day, Dio mixed the sand and created everything that was good : Deserts, Mountains, Rocks, Heavy weapons and finally, he created Pakistan, a land where the best sand was everywhere. A pure and golden sand, warm and shiny.

Falcon looked and was amazed by the beauty of Pakistan. And Dio said : "thou arest the very first Pakistani and you will be knowneth hath the GURETO VEEZARU of Pakistan". And Falcon did not understand for everything was perfect and needed no ruler. Dio knew already what would happen.

On the sixth day, Falcon tried to imitate Dio for he was made to look like him but Falcon could not bring life to the sand and he looked sad.

Dio wished no manly tears for Falcon and he puts Falcon to sleep. Took a bit of sand from him and used less pure sand to form all the first Pakistanis. At the end of the process, there was no more pure golden sand and Dio used some bad sand to create the last of the Pakistanis, Koroush.

On the seventh day, there was a partay with sand, pakigirl and everything. Everyone was happy and danced for Dio.

Everyone except Koroush for he had the seeds of evil in him. And Koroush wanted to be Dio, he had lust and misplaced pride. He was sad and felt like he was no Pakistani. He had not the gold and shiny of all the other Pakistanis.

Dio and all the other Pakistani knew that but tried not to reject him. They treated him like a fellow Pakistani and gave him sand. The seed of evil could not grow for the sand was protecting him.

And for years, Falcon, Koroush and everyone lived well.

Dio was happy and said " These times shalt be knoweth as 'the peace' and this is how ZA WARUDO shouldeth and musteth always be."

The Pakistanis always cheered for Dio but as they went to seek him the next morning, he had disappeared.

Chapter Two - Iran, Indonesia and Spain.

Without Dio's help, all the Pakistanis were very stressed and did not felt good. These were dark times for this was the first time Dio disappeared.

Falcon was the only one which had sense and told the Pakistani people not to worry and to wait for his return. Dio had to protect the whole galaxy and universe and retrieve the precious golden sand.

Everyone felt reassured by these words but as years passed, Dio still not returned. Koroush had no longer access to the top quality sand for there weren't much left and all the sand was kept to help the weak and the olds.

And Koroush began to spread the word that Dio was still on ZA WARUDA but no longer in Pakistan. That everyone had to look for them. He took three men that were once very well-known.

The first of them was Isnuwardana, the courageous and the brave. He was well respected and headed south. He formed the greatest of all nations, Indonesia where life was happy for years and through time, went everywhere in the world, including the current USA, Canada and all of the east Asia and American continent.

The second was Izirbat, the good and the generous. He was not created by Dio himself but had parents of great lineage. Koroush headed with him to the west and as soon as they left Pakistan, Izirbat was betrayed by Koroush and Iran was born. The followers of Koroush were violent and menacing while the followers of Izirbat were good and did not want to spill blood. For years, Koroush would rule with terror.

The third to leave was Tagaro, the weak and the coward who could only be respected by his stolen gold. He payed henchmen which would do everything for him. He wanted fame and power and tried to look for Dio everywhere, to kill him (fool that he was!) and to insure his domination over ZA WARUDA. His people would be known as Spaniards. Not all of them were evil but they everyone had greed for the gold. They installed themselves in the western Europe and their country is now known as Spain. There are many Spaniards in all Europe. Especially in the United kingdoms which was an ancient Spaniard colony.

Dispersed and weakened, Pakistan was nearly dead due to the filthy Koroush. Hopefully, Falcon was able to stand strong for all the remaining pakistanis.

Years passed and Dio name began to fade. Only in Pakistan was it still strong and warm. All other countries had forgotten of him.

Chapter Three - The Swedes.

It was in December that Dio returned to Pakistan. He came from the highest mountain in Tibet and jumped down to Islamabad. At his arrival, everyone was crying manly joy tears and had their faces on the ground, blessing Dio name again and again.

And Dio smiled, raised his hands and said " PRIDE, POWER, PAKISTAN ". Everyone was raging tears of happiness and all said "PRIDE, POWER, PAKISTAN". Falcon was the most affected and manly but not homosexually kissed Dio.

The news began to spread, first to Indonesia then to Iran but it reached Spain last. Indonesia swiftly showed Dio all the miracles they had accomplished and Dio was pleased for Indonesia was growing every day and very progressively reached Australia.

Dio then moved to Iran where Koroush had made his nation grow from forced sexual relationships. Womens were unhappy for they had to bear babies all the times. Men were slave workers and children were not willingly conceived, leading sometimes to sinisters individuals.

Dio was raging to see the poverty of Iran and came into Koroush palace. Koroush was put into fear and tried to apologize to Dio, crying feminine tears.

Do was touched nonetheless and asked Koroush to better lead his people, which he accepted. Dio then went to Spain but the first Spaniards to meet his road spit on his feet.

Dio, in anger, killed him with only nail of his finger and not a drip of blood feel on his clothes for it would have corrupted the textile.

As the Spaniards were ancient pakis, Dio decided that he would not exterminate them and hoped that one day they would recover reason. He went back to Pakistan and expanded it from the Russia to India, including Japan and Alaska. There were even some commercial outpost in Jerusalem and Denmark, far away from Pakistan.

Meanwhile, Koroush had deep and dark plans to overthrow Dio. He decided to go to Spain with his best scientists and discussed a lot.

They had come to the idea that Dio was made of sand (which was absolutely correct) and decided that they would have to create another matter that would counter this sand.

One night, they finally were able to create the anti-sand, snow but the substance was so corrupted it began to spread to the soil, creating waters in the oceans, separating the continents. The once Gureto Indonesia, expanding from South Africa to South America was swallowed by the waters, leaving only the capitol and some nearby cities. The north began to get cold and Pakistanis were forced to retreat to China , leaving those who were already affected by the curse of snow behind.

Amongst the epicenter of the corruption were the Spaniards, all the scientists that helped creating the snow were very deeply affected, inside but outside as well. From the dark or brown hairs of the Pakistanis, they became blonder and taller with blue eyes showing nothing but the absence of souls, completely taken over by the snow.

Koroush was affected as well but due to the fact he was a first generation Pakistani, he was apparently unaffected from the outside. Only were his blue eyes, proving that he lost his paki soul for the dark and deep cold that was surrounding the planet…

Dio was immediately aware of the danger. In fact he knew beforehand but always hoped that the destiny could change. Before they committed the sins, Koroush and Spaniards were still pakis and therefore innocent before committing the acts.

But it was all too late now.

Dio put his hand into the biggest desert of Pakistan and made a swords from the very last drips of the golden sand. He took it over his head and spoke to every Pakistanis.

Called, all of them heard the message :
"Pakistan, let us fight for the reunification. Let us fight for ZA WARUDA, let us fight for peace, let us fight for freedom of speech, let us fight for everyone.
Pride, Power and Pakistan my friends… Pakistan.."



Chapter Four - Exodus.

After the sand-filled continents were parted by the waters in the oceans and divided the peoples of Pakistan the world was in danger. The Pakistanis only way to succeed in the fight against evil was to unite in the holy land.

It was in the moment of his message to the Pakistani people, that Dio Brando, our lord, became one with the universe. Through the universe he spoke to the peoples that betrayed him and the holy land. He spoke to the Spaniards:

"You have forsaken me. You have forsaken the sand. You have forgotten your roots and you have done unto to our people, because of this you will be the only peoples that will suffer this curse. For as long as you will live, you will wear ridiculously large hats and eat paella. You will lisp and suffer from unemployment. I have spoken!"

And has these words had left our father's mouth, it had become upon the Spaniards as Dio foretold them. They wore ridiculous hats, could only eat paella. They tried to warn the other nations, but they could not as every word was lisped and only understandable amongst their kind. They tried to sell themselves in their despair, but they could not, as they were even unemployed in prostitution.

Then our lord set forth to the Iranians and spoke to them:

"You, Iranians, will suffer horribly. Your leader has plotted against us and conspired. He shall die a thousand deaths once true rule has come upon your country. Until the Iranian salvation arrives, your land will be poisoned with corruption, distrust and hate. Koroush has poisoned your people and he will continue to poison them until you rid yourselves of the anti-Dio. Seek salvation and you will be free from this curse."

And has these words had left our leader's mouth, it has became upon the Iranians as Dio foretold them. There was corruption in the lands, distrust and hate. The people were robbed, the women abused and all the rights of a free man were ignored and trampled with feet. Koroush continued to poison the Iranian peoples without remorse or mercy.

When he was done, the lord set forth to the brothers of Pakistan and spoke to them:

"You, Indonesians, are truly blessed peoples. You have yet to see the true light of passion, but you have not forgotten your heritage. Follow this path of righteousness and truth, this path of faith and forgiveness and you will be blessed and share the wealth of the sand. However, should you not abide the path, then the pains upon your peoples will be great. Do not forget your past, as it influences your future. It is the manifestation of your destiny."

And when he was done, our lord became one with the universe again. All-seeing, all-knowing, he is within each of us. He is part of every living soul, he is part of every living entity, he is part of the air, the fire, the water and the sand. He is everything. The path to the light is within all of us, within ourselves we find salvation. Within ourselves we find Dio Brando if we open our minds and hearts.

As the peoples of the vast lands of Pakistan had realized that they had to venture to the holy lands, they set forth. The exodus had begun. Pakistanis from all over the world wandered to the holy lands, the pure sand dunes of Pakistan. The land where everything had begun.

The wanderers were plentiful, many a man became one with the sand, but this only strengthened those that that carried on. It took the people of Pakistan from the various colonies and lands 40 days and 40 nights to pass all toils and defeat all hurdles until the last Pakistani could reach Pakistan, the holy land.

It was there on the Mountain Peacemoar that the people gathered. It was on that mountain that a man preached before the Pakistanis. He saw the people and spoke:

"Blessed are those, who are poor of mind; for theirs is salvation.
Blessed are those, that suffer; for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are those, that are gentle; for they will own the sand.
Blessed are those, that hunger and thirst for justice; for they shall be filled.
Blessed are those, that are pure of heart; for they will see Dio.
Blessed are those, that are peaceful; for they will be Dio's children.
Blessed are those, that are followed for being just; for theirs is salvation."

And it was with these words that this man spoke to the people, a mortal manifestation of purity and justice, peace and love. A man known as, Comissaro El Cigar.

Chapter Five - The Promised Land

Soon after Dio’s return, His thousand sons that had arrived to Holy Land established themselves in the different regions of Pakistan. Life was once again serene, although not as it was during the time of Peace.

Under Dio’s infinite wisdom, Pakistanis built a just society with no hunger, no poverty, no unsatisfied needs, and no heresies. Life was once again serene, although not as it was during the time of Peace.

Guided by the light of Dio, and commanded by the voice of Falcon, Pakistan became the grandest civilization that ever was. Thousands of Dio’s faithful servants worked in unity creating harmony and equality. When all of the Holy Land’s initial Four Great Regions started getting too populated for the healthy living of its inhabitants, Dio in all His knowledge created a new Sand Region: Srinagar. Soon this land was, too, filled with all that was needed and required by its laborious citizens. Life was once again serene, although not as it was during the time of Peace.

Dio saw all of this, and allowed it for it was good. After some time, however, his great heart started to ache. Sure, the land that he had given to His sons was good and rich; and sure, it was the envy of all the heretics that had forsaken Him years before; but, was it fair to leave innocent lives outside of this glorious country? New nations had formed since the day that He spoke to the Spaniards, to the Iranians, and to the Indonesians. Was it fair to leave them, who had not rejected Dio for they had never gotten to know Him, out of this glorious country? And even more important: was it fair that his faithful Pakistan sons didn’t get to experience Peace as it truly was meant to be? Dio knew the answers to this even before He knew the question. Time had come to bring Pax Pakistanika to the world. Time had come for life to be, once again, as serene as it had been during the time of Peace.

Chapter Six - Metaphoric Chronicles

Subchapter 1: The Poor Man

Only one road exists to exaltation and it was on this road a poor and homeless man resided. He too was on the path to exaltation and was in need of support. On this path many people passed on their way to exaltation. Traders, workers, soldiers. Men of all classes and cultures passed this road.

As the first man passed, the poor man asked for support. The man was a Spaniard. The Spanish man offered support, but only to let him fall once he had support. That… that… DOUBLE-SPANIARD. He then went his way, laughing and scoffing at the poor man as he continued down the path.

As the second man passed, the poor man asked for support. The sub-human was a Swede. The Swedish sub-human kicked the poor man and beat him with a stick. He told the poor man to crawl into a crevasse and rot away to die. Then the Swedish pig-disgusting pig continued down the path.

As the third man passed, the poor man asked for support. The man was an Indonesian. The Indonesian man offered support, but he could only take a short amount of the path, as he was not strong enough.

A fourth man passed, and the poor man asked for support. This man was a Pakistani. The Pakistani offered the man support. First he washed the poor man's feet, he fed the poor man and gave him water, he offered the poor man a home and shelter and he carried the poor man up until the gates of exaltation.

It was at these gates the poor man showed his true form. It was our immortal and holy god Emperor, Dio Brando: My dear Pakistani, you have proved yourself as the worthiest of people. You and your people still are and always will be my holy children. and with those holy words the god Emperor put a cigar in that man's mouth, ascended to the sky and back into the universe's grasp. The man he blessed was none other than Commissiro El Cigar.

It was in that moment that Commissiro El Cigar acknowledged his purpose under the god Emperor's reign. He is to go forth and spread the word of the lord, the savior, the father, our holy and immortal god Emperor Dio Brando. He passed through the gates of exaltation.

Subchapter 2: Enriching The Lands

Commissiro El Cigar recognized his purpose. Alas, he had chewed his cigar but to a stump. In this moment he heard a voice from beyond: Drop the cigar butt he did as he was told, although he hesitated letting this holy artifact from falling to the ground, even if it was Pakistani soil.

As soon as Commissiro El Cigar's cigar butt hit the ground, it sank into the ground. Suddenly, the ground under him began to shake. He took a few steps back and slowly saw a plant rise from the spot where he dropped the cigar butt. It grew very quickly, rising, darkening in color and forming a solid and sturdy tree trunk. The leaves were brown and cigars were hanging from the branches. The smell was a delight to him and before him he saw the second miracle of the Lord, Dio Brando.

The first cigar tree. He went closer to inspect this miracle and it was not a hallucination, though very common in Pakistani plains. Again, he heard a voice from within: Go forth and spread the wealth.

And he did so. Commissiro El Cigar traveled through the lands, spreading the word of Dio Brando and enriching the lands with this glorious gift of god.

Contrary to cigars and cigarettes from other heathen countries, the Pakistani cigar is pure. Each cigar has a great taste which varies from region to region. Through this miracle, the people of Pakistan have come to riches and happiness.

Subchapter 3: Grace of Charity

One time ago, a man came to a Pakistani village. It was a Swedish sub-man. He entered the village and was clearly visible to all in the village and it was quickly spoken around that a Swede had entered the village.

Once he had entered the village, he expected hostilities, but instead he was greeted with warmth and love.

He was invited into the first house and was greeted by music and dances. The people smiled at him and gave him beverages. Shocked and confused, he left the first house.

He was then invited into the second house, there was a great feast on the tables set up for him and around the tables were families, smiling and spreading joy into the heart of the Swede. He was confused but interested, yet he still left the second house.

He was invited into the third house and there he smelt the delicious fumes of the Pakistani cigars, the scent rose to his mind and cleared his lungs, it refreshed his soul of all hatred and filth and he was not shocked or confused anymore, he was interested and delighted, yet he still left the third house.

At last, even the Swede was smiling as he continued down the main road of the village. It was at the end of the village's main road, on the side he saw a great tree. It was under that tree he sat himself, closed his eyes and a miracle occurred. The man's hair became black, he grew a black beard and when he opened his eyes, his blue eyes had turned into a hazel brown. The people around him were amazed and shocked and fell to their knees in homage to our holy and immortal god Emperor.

The new-Paki looked around him and saw the modest people. He looked to his right and saw a godly figure of such glory, such grace and beauty it blinded him. He closed his eyes to protected his eyes, and when he opened them the figure was gone. It was in that moment that he found salvation.

Chapter Seven - Words of Wisdom

The universe in it's essence is ever-present. We are all part of one entity, but we are all apart. United we are divided. Every force, every being, every life form in this great and humble universe created by our Lord, is one.

Know well that all of your actions have an influence in the cosmic balance. A gust of wind can alter worlds, and perhaps the biggest explosion is only a fractal of a second in it's importance.

Treat others as you would want to be treated, and you will be rewarded.

A Poem

“ I believe in the sun, even though it is slow in rising.

I believe in you, without realizing.

I believe in rain, though there are no clouds in the sky.

I believe in truth, even though people lie.

I believe in peace, though sometimes I am violent.

I believe in Dio Brando, even though he is silent. ”



“ Peace is not the absence of conflict; it's the absence of inner conflict. ”


“ There is no wrong path, only wrong directions. ”


“ An evil man sows strife; gossip separates the best of friends. ”


“ He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses. ”

(Pakistani Proverb)

“ Whoever pursues godliness and unfailing love will find life, godliness, and honor. ”

(Proverbs 21:21)

“ Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change. ”


“ A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. ”


“ The nobler sort of man emphasizes the good qualities in others and does not accentuate the bad. The inferior does the reverse. ”


Chapter Eight - A Tale of Treason

In a time before ours, there were two men. Their names were Umda and Bura. They were good friends when they were young. They played together, they grew together and they planned to go through life together as friends.

They were poor Pakistanis. They originated from the rural areas near Islamabad. Their father's were farmers, their father's fathers were farmers and so on. And so their father's intended them to do the same. Umda was loyal to his father and he loved his father dearly, he decided to stay on the farm of his father and carry on his legacy.

Bura on the other hand, was at odds with his father and family. He did not want to continue to live the modest life. He saw through the theater nearby that there are wealth and women in the big city, he decided to leave his family and his friend Umda.

Bura did not want to leave his life-long friend Umda behind, so he urged him to accompany him Umda, my brother, why don't you come with me to Islamabad? There are fortunes to be made, we could live the life! but Umda replied My brother, as pleasant as it sounds, my life is here on the fields. My wealth are the fruits that grow here and feed the people. My father's legacy is now my legacy. I cannot go with you. and with these words they parted. Bura went with the train to Islamabad to seek fortune and wealth.

When he arrived, Bura was overwhelmed by the vastness and size of Islamabad. It was nothing like his home village. The streets were filled with people and smelly, the roads were clogged and full of dirt and the sand houses rose so high into the sky he had to tilt his head a little bit. The theater glorified it, but it still exceeded his wildest dreams.

Bura was accommodated in a shabby little apartment, no running water and fairly small. In the city of wealth and riches, he thought, he would receive a palace. Everyone would receive a palace! That's what he imagined. The bitter truth hurt him. He went to apply for jobs, days and weeks went by and he still was unemployed, living off what he could find or steal on the streets. It was on one of his hungry days on the streets that he saw a few men, neatly dressed and wealthy, walking through the streets. They emanated a certain fascination to him. He was impressed and wanted to be like them.

He came into contact with the men and asked if they could help him, they gave him an address and he went there. He met more men of the same stature as the men he saw before. They fed him and he ate well, as he was hungering. The little money he received was already long gone. It was there that those men made him an offer he cannot refuse. It was from that day on that Bura had a steady income, he was with well-mannered and well-dressed people and finally lived the life he wanted. He was part of the Sardar.

Meanwhile Umda was living a modest life in his home village. He opened up a store with the help of his father, a small supermarket near the post office. His hopes were high and his future bright. He found satisfaction in his work and improving his family's name and the legacy of his father.

One day, while Umda was out on the fields with some workers, an employee from his supermarket came running towards the fields. He was screaming Umda! Umda! and Umda came towards him What happened? Umda, they beat up your father and destroyed the supermarket! It's a mess! Come on! they ran towards the supermarket. When he was there, Umda found everything on the floor, his father was in a pool of blood on the floor, badly bruised Father, who did this to you? Some men… well-dressed… They threatened to us and the family if I didn't pay. Now look what they have done… his father passed out. He called an ambulance right away and prayed to the immortal and holy god Emperor that he may survive this brutal attack.

Umda followed his father to the hospital and waited. He waited and waited. Three hours afterwards a doctor came towards him and told him the tragedy. It was in that moment that Umda sweare to avenge his father's death and put those to justice that killed his father.


Umda decides to fight the people who killed his father and avenge him. As Bura before him, he goes to Islamabad. He would join the police force and maybe catch up with Bura while he was there. He had not heard from Bura in a long time, and decided to visit him first.

He went to the apartment where Bura last wrote him. But the landlord told him that he had already left and gave him the new address. Umda took a cab to Bura's new residence and was impressed at the nice neighborhood Bura now lived in. There houses were bright and the streets were clean. Impressive-looking and probably very expensive cars were on the sides. Quite the contrast to the lively and shit-filled streets of downtown Islamabad, Umda thought to himself.

He arrived at Bura's house and rang the doorbell. He was greeted from a Bura with a wide grin Brother! So nice to see you here! Come in, come in! he was ushered into the large apartment. New furniture, clean and it didn't smell like curry. Not at all like Bura, Umda thought to himself. How can you afford all this brother? How did you do it? Umda asked, and Bura winked to him Connections! Come, sit yourself. I will tell you all about my days here!

And so Bura told Umda about how he began and how he ended up where he is. He did not give out a lot of details but it was clear that the methods of Bura were not clean. Umda was weary and did not feel well, he wanted to leave. Before he left, Bura offered him a job and that all he had to do was call him. Then Umda too, could bathe in riches.

Umda left and then headed towards his intended direction, the police department of Islamabad. It was there that Umda seek to gain wealth. Knowledge over who could do this, and bring justice to those that were harmed. To avenge his father.

He entered and applied to join the force and was straight-forward with his intentions. He told the chief of the IPD what had happened and that he wanted to help the people of Islamabad to protect them from such a menace. Maybe they would know, who killed his father We need someone like you, Umda. Someone with ambition and goals. Someone who can get a job done. There is a poison in Islamabad, Umda. That poison is the Sardar, the Punjabi Mafia. We need to get in there and crack down on them. A… simple man like you would fit into their ranks perfectly. What do you say? I'm in.

Umda was given a small apartment in the suburbs and was ordered to contact a man from the Sardar that had a high rank. He was an employer for the Sardar. He was to meet him at the warehouses in the industrial part of the city at sunset. Umda prepared.

Umda was already at the warehouses, waiting. Bura approached him from the shadows and was not surprised to see him, unlike Umda Hello Umda. I am glad you have chosen the right path! Come on, you can drive me to one of my associates.

Umda got in the driver's seat of the car and they drove into the business area of the city. They stopped outside a jeweler and Bura told Umda to wait. Umda was confused and disturbed. Could it be that his brother, his best friend, had become an enemy? Or was he an enemy? He did not want it to be true, but he saw it before his eyes. He glanced into the shop window and saw as Bura broke the glass and took some jewelery. He was now in the middle of it.

Bura raced to the car with his newly acquired goods and urged Umda to step on the gas. They raced away to a hideout of the Sardar. It was there his new bonds and connections in the Islamabad underworld were forged. Due to the fact that Umda was a good friend of Bura, he was quickly welcomed into the Sardar ring. Everyone trusted him, because Bura introduced him as his 'brother'.

After a few weeks of establishing his brother into the ranks, Bura was confronted by one of the leaders. There supposedly was a mole inside the Sardar. Bura was to eliminate the mole and assure the safety of his friends and associates.

The exact same time, Umda was informed by the chief that a crackdown was to occur on the leaders and high-ranking officials of the Sardar. They had to act swiftly to assure that the Sardar officials don't catch on to the plans. Umda was alarmed, he didn't want his friend to get harmed. His life-long friend. While he was pondering about how he could inform Bura, a colleague called him You should see this Umda…

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The fortnight the crackdown was in place. The police had blocked off the safe house of the Sardar and was ready to infiltrate. In the mean time there were squads in the suburbs apprehending the higher ranked officials. Umda decided to surprise Bura.

He knocked on the door to Bura's apartment. Bura opened the door and was obviously nervous Come my brother said Umda they are after you. Bura understood at once and they ran towards the car. The raced towards the outskirts of the city and left Islamabad. Where are we headed brother? asked Bura You will see. answered Umda. It was then that Bura got nervous. They were heading back to their hometown. Umda stopped the car in front of the supermarket and Bura followed Stop Bura ordered I know why you brought me here. Umda turned around and saw a gun barrel pointed towards his head Yes, Bura. I know what you've done. You killed my father. And now you want to kill me, right? You were the mole all along. You were the one ratting on our brothers and friends Wrong Bura. You are the traitor, you have betrayed your true brother, your true friend. You have hurt me infinitely, but I forgive you Bura. I forgive you. At first I wanted to hurt you and make you suffer for the pain you have done. But you have suffered enough on the path you were on. You can turn around now and you will be free of that path.

Bura hesitated and stood there and stared into Umda's eyes. Umda shrugged and turned around towards the supermarket. Bura shot his gun twice. Umda fell to the ground. I am sorry brother… Bura murmured as he got back into the car. He put the key in and started the car, as the motor let the gasoline enter the car exploded in a ball of fire, killing Bura. I am sorry too… brother… whispered Umda as he bled to death in his pool of blood in front of the supermarket.

Chapter Nine - The Pakistani Soldier

Brothers and comrades, friends and foes, be wary of the Pakistani soldier, for he is truly his brother's keeper and herder of the lost sheep. A Pakistani soldier is above all greatness, more courageous and strong than your average soldier. He is smarter, sophisticated and faster. He has strength and wit and everything that makes a soldier efficient. A Pakistani soldier is superior in every aspect.
When you read this book, this is what you expect? You are wrong.
A Pakistani soldier is a mortal, he has faults and fears, doubt and worries, a Pakistani soldier is like you and me. He bleeds blood, he breaths air and eats sand. A Pakistani soldier can fall like any other soldier, but he can also rise, rise higher and reach goals farther than any other soldier.
How can a Pakistani soldier reach these goals, but a 'normal' soldier cannot? Simple. A Pakistani has capabilities that 'normal' soldiers do not possess.


A Pakistani's faith goes beyond his life. He is born with it, is raised with it and it is ever-present. A Pakistani soldier knows that in his mission through our holy and immortal god emperor, Dio Brando, blessed be his name into eternity, are destined to victory. A Pakistani soldier follows orders, but he will not follow every man blindly, for through his faith he is aware of the correct path and he will abide it at all costs, for a faithful and true Pakistani soldier would not defy the true message of our holy and immortal god Emperor.


The Pakistani soldier is courageous. He will face difficulty with pride. He will face danger with laughter. He will face pain with joy. A Pakistani soldier has no fear for the enemy, for he knows that the enemy fears him more. He knows he only has to fear one thing: fear itself.


It is said that a soldier gains honour by proving himself worthy on the battlefield or reaching a certain rank or having a certain worth. That is wrong. Honour is something you can only give yourself. Honour is given to you, by yourself, by the righteousness of your actions. It's merit, it's worth can be seen by all if you have deserved it, you can carry it high and mighty and present it, for you know you have deserved it. You must work for honour, you must fight for honour, you must prevail for honour, but it will not be handed to you. Those who deserve it, shall receive it.

Chapter Ten - The Path to Peace

The path to peace is a simple path. It is linear and straight, and many roads lead to it. There is but one path that is the widest and strongest, the road of love that leads to peace. That road is beset on all sides by the divinity of our holy and immortal God Emperor Dio Brando. Upon that road we can tread day by day, night by night, for all eternity.
This road is not alone for a Pakistani, it can be followed by all men and women worldwide.
This road has many branches. Other paths that lead to the main road, the road of love and divinity, are:
the path of righteousness,
the path of right perspective,
the path of right action,
the path of truth,
the path of trust,
the path of honesty,
the path of right endeavor,
the path of care,
the path of concentration.

All these paths lead to the road of love and enlightenment under our immortal and holy God Emperor, Dio Brando. Our Lord. I shall present you with a story of a man who set forth to go on this road:

There once was a young man who had just aged past puberty. He had been living in his village for all his life, helping the family with the fields and was a very lively boy, albeit shy. He got tired of the village and asked his father for permission to leave the village.
Father, I have been living here all my life. I ask that you permit me to live until the next harvest to see the world
Are you sure my son? It is dangerous in the world.
I am sure of it, father. I wish to see the world, see new things and meet new people.
Fine my son, but be here for the next harvest. I will give you two things. Firstly, my dagger, you will need it more than I out there, and this letter. Do not open it until you have found what you have been looking for.
Who is it for?
It's for you, open it when you have found what you have been looking for.
What am I looking for, father? the father laughs,
You know better than I! Now go to your mother, she will get everything ready for you.
And so he thanked his father and prepared for his travels. As he set forth to venture into the world, the entire village bid him farewell, his mother shedding the most tears of all. Touched but determined, the young man set forth to travel in the world. He headed west, towards the nation of Iran.

He followed the Sutlej river south, to go along the coast and avoid the large mountainous regions. Out of impatience, he canceled midway and headed directly west into the mountains. On his path he was caught in a devastating sandstorm, regardless of the sandstorm whipping against his body, he continued westwards and luckily found a small gathering of nomads. He approached them slowly and cautiously. There was no one outside of the tents, naturally, considering there was a sandstorm outside. He approached a tent and called out:
Hello! Is anyone there?
Come in. a strong voice bid him.
He entered and caught sight of a small nomad family. An elderly man with his wife and a child. The wife and child were behind him, the man ahead of them, protective.
What do you want?, the man grunted, staring at the dagger of the young man.
Oh, he realized this and slowly put it down don't worry, I mean you no harm! I only search refuge from this sandstorm. the man eyed him and bid his wife and child to leave to another part of the tent. They looked smaller from the outside.
Hello, stranger, my name is Ahmad. Sit down, have something to eat, something to drink. You must be tired. Where are you headed?
Oh I am traveling through the world. I don't really know where to go yet.
Ah, sounds like us. Restless, always moving.
Do you know where I should go? To see the world I mean. I want to see some new things, new people. See exciting things!
Continue going west my son. Iran may appear similar to Pakistan, but they are also rich in diversity and culture. You will enjoy it there. The further west you go, the more you will find.
What are the dangers in the west?
The face of the man morphs into a frown You must be careful, my son, of the men who have hair lighter than the sun and skin like clouds. Only those you must fear. his face relaxed, Besides them, all the peoples of the western nations are not to be feared. Naturally there are those who are without the love of our Lord, but you will recognize them if your heart is true and your mind is clear.
I hope so. answered the young man, as they then ate together.
As the sandstorm passed, the young man thanked the man and his family for their hospitality and went on his way. He wanted to pass the mountains quickly, to get the worst of it behind him as soon as possible.
He began to venture through the passes of the mountains, amazed and touched by the beauty. It was so lush and rich in colours and smells he was amazed. It was just as the elders had told him, beautiful.
On his path he encountered another traveler. He was carrying many bags and a large backpack, too large for him. He staggered and stumbled forward, barely moving at all. The young man approached the traveler that appeared younger and smaller than him Hey, can I help you?

Wha- WOAH! the young boy toppled backwards as he looked up towards the young man, rolling down a hill. Oh shi- the young man proclaimed and quickly ran after him trying to stop him. At the bottom of the hill were many rocks, the young man managed to run fast enough to catch up with the rolling ball of boy and held onto the backpack. He pulled and tried to entrench his feet into the ground, but the backpack was too heavy. He quickly took out his dagger and cut the ropes holding the backpack to the young boy.

He then fell backwards and the young boy came to a halt, the heavy backpack continued to topple down until it hit the rocks and exploded. Out came wool and leather, some goods the boy must have been transporting.
Look what you did!, the young boy screamed Do you know how long it will take for me to clean all this up?
Don't worry the young man calmed him, I will help you clean it up.
Thank you. C'mon! I need to get these to my family in Zahedan!
And so the young man helped the young boy collect the wool and leather. They divided the weight, each carrying half, thus making it easier for the little boy and for the young man to carry. As they walked back up the young boy told him that his father is a tanner in Zahedan, they trade with the herders and farmers in Pakistan because Pakistani sheep have better wool! but he was clear to mention that the best leather is from Iranian cows. The young man and the young boy continued to Zahedan together, laughing and enjoying each other's company along the way.
By the time night had arrived, they were on the outskirts of Zahedan.
You can stay at my house for the night! I have sisters, so you will have to sleep outside.

Thank you very much., the young man answered. They both smiled and continued to the house. There they had a festive meal, the women ate in their quarters and the men in theirs and they laughed and sang deep into the night.
The next morning, after prayers, the young man thanked the family for their hospitality and the family thanked the young man for helping their son transport the wool and leather. He bid the family farewell and continued to go west.

As he continued to go west, he was stopped by an Iranian patrol. To the time of this young man, the president in Iran was Koroush and irregular controls were a normality. The young man was inquired by an older and round Irani police sergeant:
ID card please.
Here you are sir., the young man gave the sergeant his ID card. The sergeant inspected it thoroughly and realized the young man was a Pakistani.
You are a Pakistani?
Yes, sir.
And what are you doing here?
I am traveling the world, sir.
Just traveling?, the sergeant raised a brow.
Yes, sir. I want to see the world!
Well, I will show you a whole new world! Boys, arrest him!
The young man was handcuffed and thrown into the back of the police car A Pakistani spy, the colonel will be happy with me! 'Traveling', hah! What a joke! the sergeant mocked as he and his companion laughed. The young man was thrown into a prison cell, along with other so-called Pakistani spies. He looked around and saw the mangled, starving men who eyed him cautiously. The police had confiscated everything he had, his goods, his dagger, he could only hide the letter he received from his father.

So, another spy, eh?, asked one of the inmates as he eyed him Oh don't worry, they will break you in nice and fine. he laughed in a cackling fashion. The young man saw that he was obviously past sanity, probably in here longer than he had been alive. He knew screaming would not help, or resisting. He was lost now. He looked out of the bars of the prison to see the sun setting. The young man sighed to himself as he sat himself near the bars, to make sure that a guard could see him if anything were to happen…
Night broke in and it was silent in the prison, besides the wheezing of an old man who was under-nourished and thirsting. The young man was curious Hey, father, why did they put you in here?

Me? I had money, that's why. The government came and took it all. They took everything. I resisted and now I am here. That was 10 years ago. the old man sighed. The young man frowned in a mix of disgust towards the government and sadness by the old man's situation. Suddenly, the silence was broken by gunshots. None of you move! a guard screamed as he ran out. Everyone was on their feet now, looking out the bars and waiting. More gunshots were heard, the guard who just screamed at them toppled backwards and fell. Three men with assault rifles entered and screamed You are all free! as the cell doors opened. The inmates crawled and ran out as fast as they could, the young man stopped in front of one of the masked men who was taking the guard's weapon and asked Who are you brave men? the masked man answered We are the Iranian Freedom Front! I am Izirbat, I fight for a free Iran! Go now, they are going to send soldiers!

The young man ran towards the exit, only to remember of his possessions. He entered the armoury of the prison and took his dagger and bag. He saw an Iranian guard huddled in a corner, protecting himself with his hands and pleading to the young man Don't kill me! Please! I didn't beat anyone! the young man recognized the companion of the sergeant who was in the same police car. The young man took a step forward, then looked back Follow me! Quickly! the young man ordered. They snack out of the prison together and through the alleys of the city they were in. As they were in safety the guard thanked the young man Thank you! Why did you spare my life! the young man replied without a doubt I spared you, because I expect that you would have done the same. the young man smiled to the guard and then disappeared into the night.

Luckily, our young adventurer managed to hitch-hike to the Irani-Turkish border. He then joined a group of refugees who were fleeing the country. They managed to come through the borders unscathed. On their trip he heard other stories of injustice and wrong-doing within Iran and hoped that that man he met in the prison would change Iran, for the better.

Within Turkey he then decided to visit their big city that connects Europa and Asia and see the great mosques and the city life. He was very curious as to how the people live in Turkey although he heard they were aggressive peoples. He continued through the land and realised that the geography of Turkey was similar to Pakistan. The people looked similar too, but the language he did not understand. He managed to stay at a few hostels by using his hands and legs to talk, the most difficulties came when he had to pay as the Turkish hostel-owners would demand more than normal.

On his was through a mountain pass he met some strangely dressed people. He caught up to them and asked them who they were We? We are Israeli refugees. he asked where they were headed Where we are headed? We are trying to seek a place where we will not be harassed or discriminated against. These Turkish people oppress us, deny us jobs and have us starve. How can we live in a country like this? But we have no other choice, they have stolen our land. But we will get it back, in time. the young man was disturbed by the aggressiveness of the Turkish people. They are far more aggressive than he had imagined. Conquering nations and oppressing the people they conquer.

As he finally arrived in Istanbul he was astonished at the size of everything and the noise of the streets. He was never in the big cities of Pakistan, so this was all very new to him. He feared to get lost. He visited a few mosques and decided to write a letter to his family. He sat down outside one of the mosques and wrote the letter, telling him of his adventures on the way. He put it on a postbox and took rest in a hostel for the night.

As morning broke, the young man went to the docks and decided to venture forth by ship. As he arrived there and asked if he could sail abroad for free, but help with working, he met the guard that he saved in the Iran You?! Here? they asked each other and laughed. After you saved my life, I escaped Iran and decided to build a new life in Turkey! I am a sailor for this rich merchant here. If you wish, I can smuggle you aboard!
Thank you very much! they then went aboard and sailed to south Italy.
Good luck on your travels! wished the young Iranian and the young Pakistani man continued north on his way. It was already nearing winter and he heard that it would get colder in these regions. Luckily his mother prepared him well with thick clothing. He left Italy and continued north towards Austria, Switzerland and Germany. He passed the Alps through a tunnel, missing the beautiful mountains but saving a lot of time and health.

Once he arrived in Switzerland he was astonished to not see Swiss people, but blond people with pale skin roaming the streets and filling the businesses. He was startled at first, and then shocked. He remembered the words from the nomad on the beginning of his journey. Those people fit the description exactly. Once realizing this, he slowly backed away and attempted to flee the city. He ran and ran as fast as he could and back to the tunnel he came from.
Inside the tunnel he saw a Swedish patrol. He began to panic. How could he escape? What would he do if they caught him? The patrol was nearing him, coming closer and closer, he was panicking. The Swedish patrol then came straight to him No! Please don't kill me! Oh please oh please! I am so young! Please let me live! the young Pakistani cried. The Swedish patrol, obviously confused and startled replied calmly Don't vorry my friend. You are safe here. Do you need a doktor? the man asked. The young man slowly lowered his hands from his face and got up No, I am fine… Thank you. he awkwardly replied and then continued through tunnel, very embarrassed by the entire situation. It turned out the Swedish people were much like him, they were not cruel or hateful or would kill a Pakistani. It must be the Swedish government that is the true instigator, as he realized he was just lucky to not be controlled. In the back of the patrol Jeep were other men who were arrested for reasons oblivious to him, for now.

Instead of going to the northern regions, the young man decided to complete his voyage in Paris before returning home. He would like to see the city of love in a blanket of snow before he had to leave to go back home for the harvest. He took the train in Turin directly to Paris. It was there, under the Arc de Triumphe he sat down and realized that he had gone forth into the world with fears and doubts, and has arrived in the city of love with a clear vision and confidence. He realized that not everything is as it seems and that the true path to peace, is love. Not aggression or oppression or hate. Only love. It was there that he decided to open the letter that his father wrote him:

Dearest Son, I am so glad you have found what you have been looking for! You are now on the path to peace, my son. I am sure that if you continue to follow this path, that you will achieve everything you wanted to and more. I hope you have seen now that the journey you have embarked upon many months ago, as not a journey to see new things, but to see within yourself. It was a journey to discover the world and now you have discovered yourself and your place within this world. I cannot wait to see you home soon, my son.

With love, your father

Chapter Eleven - The Concept of Dio's Love

Dio Brando, our blessed and holy immortal god Emperor, has bestowed upon each and every Pakistani the idea of love. Under this greater topic of love there are categories beneath it. The most important being friendship, peace, tolerance, acceptance and sex.

In this chapter we will discover, together with our Lord, the meanings of these and how we must use the love of Dio to help eachother and ourselves in life:


Friendships are important factors of life between Pakistanis and important factors of life between other people in life. Non-believers also have friendships, but are those friendships as rich and wealthy in happiness and love as they are between believers? Here is a story of friendship.

Abdul, a young child and believer of Dioism went to Dio-school daily. He prayed regularily in the temple and was an obedient son. He was friends with Vaciav, a heathen immigrant from Sweden in Pakistan. Vaciav was not permitted to go to Dio-school, being a swedish immigrant, but he frequented the local public school.

One day, the path of these two young children crossed. It was at the local park where the two played football with others. At the end of the game, the two came into a discussion. “Vaciav, do you believe in Dio?” Abdul asked Vaciav. Vaciav denied and said “Dio? He does not exist. There is only one god, his name is god.”, Abdul answered him and asked “How do you know that Dio does not exist?” Vaciav simply replied that “I know.” Then Abdul began to show him how he knows that Dio exists “Do you see the sky? Do you see the sand upon which we walk? Do you see the trees and their rich green colour? All this is Dio.” Vaciav was doubtful “How do you know that Dio made all this?”, Abdul simply answered “I know, because all of Dio's creations are beautiful. You for instance, are pig-disgusting and ugly, because you are Swedish. But don't worry, Vaciav, you too can be beautiful if you find Dio within yourself and learn to love and cherish all that is within this world”

Vaciav, deeply insulted by Abdul's remark began to call Abdul names and push him. Abdul did not defend himself, but instead turned 360 degrees and smiled at him. Vaciav, clearly confused by this sort of behaviour which was new to him, gave up trying to fight Abdul. He asked how he could accept Dio into his heart. Abdul simply gave him a hug. Within seconds, Vaciav's hair changed to a dark black, the colour of his eyes turned from bright blue to hazelnut brown, his hooves turned into hands with thumbs and for the first time in his life, he smiled. Truly, Dio had opened his heart and mind.


Peace is an important factor of day to day life in Pakistan, as well as a global factor in politics. Here we will take a short glance at countries who have peace on their agenda and countries that are barbaric and warlike.

Sweden is a warlike and barbaric country. These peoples have hate and intolerance within them from their birth. The people in Sweden fight often and many families are dispersed, leaving the children alienated and listening to horrible, pig-disgusting music. This is also why the suicide rate in Sweden is the one of the highest, second to Japan. If they are not fighting eachother, they tend to try to fight other countries. This is, however, a very subjective perspective and generalization of the swedish population. As of now, many Swedes are already leaving the country, seeking refuge in countries with more tolerance and love, such as Pakistan, to make their lives better. Many of the inhabitants of Sweden are also slaves to the pig-digusting capitalists of Sweden, who tend to exploit the people of Sweden TO THE MAX!

Spain is another country which has warlike and barbaric tendencies. Although they are more civilized than the Swedes, the pick-pocketing rate in Spain is the second highest in Europe (second to Romania) and highest worldwide. The Spanish people are hot-blooded, that means they like to scream a lot which can often lead to confusion when they talk to other countrymen or, evne worse, on a political and global scale. The Spanish are for this reason, disliked within Europe. For this reason they are already trying to contact south-american countries to improve their relations, without success. Why? Because they are double-spaniards.

Turkey is one of the latest war-mongering and hate-inciting countries. In the past they have only been known for enslaving the Hebrew population of the new world. However, a recent influx of peaceful peoples have made Turkey into a country worth living in. May Dio assure that peace be the most important factor for this nation.

This is a reflective view upon a few warlike nations and it should be known to any reader, that the primary goal of any Pakistani should be to enforce and expand peace at all costs. Peace, is wishful and needed. Peace, gives life, gives hope and gives happiness. Within peace, love can bloom. One day, Pakistan will be able to give peace to the entire world and the entire world will have the love and share the love that is given to and entitled to each and every person in the universe.


In this growing world and ever-expanding universe, there will be more prophets and with those prophets will come more religions. In a short story, I will present to you, tolerance:

There was a man named Umar. He was a faithful believer of our holy and immortal god Emperor, Dio Brando. He was on his way to the local temple when he was interrupted on his way by a hedonistic prophet proclaiming the arrival of a new god. Umar ignored the cries of the prophet and continued to the temple with his brothers to pray.

The next day, after work and on his way to the temple, he was again encountered by the heathen. This time he would come closer, offering pamphlets of his religion. Umar accepted a pamphlet and continued on his way to the temple to pray. He read the pamphlet when he arrived at home. He saw the ideas of the heathen, did not believe in them, but did not judge them.

The next day, at the temple, there was a group of people in a circle screaming and chanting. Umar came closer and noticed the hedonistic prophet was fighting with a brother. Umar quickly intercepted the two and kept the heathen away from his brother. The prophet was very aggressive this time, his face was mangled and bloody. He was frowning and screamed that if the Dioist brothers did not repent and follow his religion, that there would be consequences. The brothers told him to go back home and let them pray in peace.

The next day, Umar arrived at the temple to see it surrounded by police and firefighters. “What happened?” asked Umar “The prophet took his life in the temple. He entered before prayer-beginning and tried to set the temple on fire. He was caught on fire himself and died.” Umar recognized this as sign to keep his tolerance, as the false prophet did not tolerate the Dioists and burnt himself.

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