Musings of a Murtad
I was having breakfast in my serene world, unaware that zero-hour had
arrived. I went to my 9:30 math class, came back to my dorm after the class was
over, and checked online for the latest news and upon scanning caught three
“World. Trade. Crashes.”
“Hunh, the stock markets are crashing?” was my confused thought.
“Center,” was the fourth unbelievable word that hit me.
I clicked the link and there on the page was a picture of one of the twin
I ran out to the main living room and turned on the TV. The twin towers were
I knew who was responsible. Every fiber in my body knew. It was the scum who
had declared war on Americans in 1996, and then masterminded the attacks on
the embassies in Africa two years later. His group had attacked a US warship in
Yemeni waters in 2000. I knew that he wanted to showcase a grand attack.
Perhaps, bombings of multiple airliners over the Pacific and Atlantic or
assaulting the enclosed infidel sites in Saudi Arabia. Instead, Osama had struck
at the jugular of the American Republic.
Practically all the channels showed gruesome scenes and presented scary
scenarios. Some thought that there were more than 10,000 dead. Others differed
but still offered numbers in the thousands.
Students started to stream in the living room. They all watched the horror
without uttering a word. I left them and went to my room. That morbid picture on
the screen, in which so many innocent lives were instantly extinguished,
produced a feeling of emptiness.
I checked other websites and came upon a most wretched spectacle.
Palestinians were celebrating and passing around sweets. Their euphoric
performance made my stomach churn. How demented is a society when it reacts with
glee to thousands of innocents perishing? I simply couldn't comprehend the
depths of their depravity.
As the day passed, my grief morphed into anger. Anger for those who had
carried out, supported, and financed the heinous acts, for those who had
rejoiced at the news of the atrocity, and for those who were planning more
assaults on the West. For too long the Islamists had thought of Americans as
cowards. For too long the Americans had been at the receiving end of their
attacks. For too long the US had done little in response. For too long the
majority of the American public had not acknowledged their evil enemies.
At long last, at tremendous personal cost in blood and treasure, the US was
awake and furious.
The Fourth World War had begun.
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