I was never like this before. The old me
would never do what I do now. But I want to do this; I need to do this for
them. You see, I got nothing to lose. Money is not a problem, thanks to
Zuckerburg going public. My only job is to show up at parties to keep up with
my public image. I was an orphan so no family. Almost died twice so not scared
of death anymore. I am dangerous, people are afraid of me, not knowing my next
move makes the FBI lose their hair.
The attempt bombing in Times Square
was my warning. You thought it was some Jihad who didn’t the difference in
fertilizers. It was done on purpose, heck I was a chemistry major back in NYU.
My moves are unpredictable because I already planned it, in my head. I can go
from New York City to some small redneck town. My attacks are random but had
one thing in common, everything blows up.
America will pay for what they did to
me. Seeing my baby and husband get blown up drives me. We were only visiting my
in-laws in Baghdad. Yeah there were freedom fighters but what about the
majority of the population? We just want the war to end. We didn’t do anything
but still, my husband and son paid for this bloody war. If there is anything I
learned being an orphan is that, I have to fight for the things I want. I want
America to feel what I felt. I want them to feel helpless like the way I did. I
want them know how it feels to see your life get blown up in front of your
eyes. They will know as I bomb places after places. They will see a mother’s pain
and a wife’s heartbreak.
I spent my crappy childhood dreaming
of my future. I worked my ass off to get to where I am or was. I tolerated my
careless foster mom and drunkard dad so I can get to a better place. I worked
night shifts and studied religiously to go to NYU. All my efforts paid off when
I met Salim, a shy dork back then, on the fist day of college. He was
everything I dreamed of and before you know it, I was saying I do at my wedding
or nikkah in Salim’s language. I had everything, but that bomb took m
everything away with a blink of an eye.
Some may call this revenge, no it’s
not. I want them to feel what I felt. The pain that I felt. The feeling of your
heart ripping inside. I want to see them cry until they until their eyes can’t
tear anymore. I thought about ending my misery but it wouldn’t be fair to Salim
and my baby. I have to show the people of America that what happened to my
family should never happen again. I want to honor them for my conscious before
I join them.
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