Post by Buffy Summers on Mar 26, 2007 20:58:52 GMT 12
INSIDE THE MIND OF A SUICIDE BOMBER
I sat in the posh, first class compartment of my Qantas flight. I felt nervous and flushed at the prospect of what lay ahead. I hardened my heart against all those unwanted emotions that were flowing through me so naturally. I hade a job to do. These people had discriminated against my leader and my country; it was my job, my honour to take his revenge. Wait, what reason did I have for obeying him? Did I even know who he was? Or where he was situated? No! He had taken me in as a child and gave me all the training I needed to survive on my own- well at least one of his associates had. Now he needed me to do a job for him.
I was aroused from my thoughts as the plane started to descend. I wrung my fingers anxiously in my lap. My time was running out. My mind turned to the bomb strapped to my stomach. Was I really doing the right thing? I checked my watch. Twenty minutes. What was I going to do with the last twenty minutes of my life? A normal person would have been saying an emotional good-bye to their family. My leader was my father now, and my comrades my brothers and sisters. I made my way nervously down the stairs to the place that would soon be nothing but a pile of rubble and bodies. I gently pushed my long hair behind my ear. I made my way towards what seemed to be the centre of the airport. It was a food court. I bought myself a small lemonade from McDonalds and sat, silently brooding, at a table close to a window.
All of a sudden, I started beeping. My watch told me I had thirty seconds. People were looking around in confusion. I was having a moment of panic. What did I think I was doing? I was killing millions of innocent people! All these people were going to die because of me! Thoughts raced through my mind at such a speed that I had no time to consider each one. Could I disable the bomb? There was no time. People were screaming and running for the exits. An alarm sounded throughout the entire building. I stood up, unfazed as there was nothing I could do to stop the tragedy I had brought on the families of these people. There was a blinding flash of light and an incredible noise before I felt my body being ripped to pieces. The pain of the blast was mind numbing. My spirit seemed to linger and watch the devastation I had caused before slipping into blissful, and final nothingness...
I sat in the posh, first class compartment of my Qantas flight. I felt nervous and flushed at the prospect of what lay ahead. I hardened my heart against all those unwanted emotions that were flowing through me so naturally. I hade a job to do. These people had discriminated against my leader and my country; it was my job, my honour to take his revenge. Wait, what reason did I have for obeying him? Did I even know who he was? Or where he was situated? No! He had taken me in as a child and gave me all the training I needed to survive on my own- well at least one of his associates had. Now he needed me to do a job for him.
I was aroused from my thoughts as the plane started to descend. I wrung my fingers anxiously in my lap. My time was running out. My mind turned to the bomb strapped to my stomach. Was I really doing the right thing? I checked my watch. Twenty minutes. What was I going to do with the last twenty minutes of my life? A normal person would have been saying an emotional good-bye to their family. My leader was my father now, and my comrades my brothers and sisters. I made my way nervously down the stairs to the place that would soon be nothing but a pile of rubble and bodies. I gently pushed my long hair behind my ear. I made my way towards what seemed to be the centre of the airport. It was a food court. I bought myself a small lemonade from McDonalds and sat, silently brooding, at a table close to a window.
All of a sudden, I started beeping. My watch told me I had thirty seconds. People were looking around in confusion. I was having a moment of panic. What did I think I was doing? I was killing millions of innocent people! All these people were going to die because of me! Thoughts raced through my mind at such a speed that I had no time to consider each one. Could I disable the bomb? There was no time. People were screaming and running for the exits. An alarm sounded throughout the entire building. I stood up, unfazed as there was nothing I could do to stop the tragedy I had brought on the families of these people. There was a blinding flash of light and an incredible noise before I felt my body being ripped to pieces. The pain of the blast was mind numbing. My spirit seemed to linger and watch the devastation I had caused before slipping into blissful, and final nothingness...
