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Haytham wanted more than anything to extract himself from the putrid hellhole that his master Muhammad had fallen into and now led the young Arab student further down, but he also needed answers. As soon as they exited the sewer system, he knew, they would again find themselves in the Ukrainian world above where their safety was questionable at best. The young man had been questioning his own role in the allegiance of a man so foul and undignified in his actions and if he was to continue on with this calling, then answers would have to be delivered irrespective of his place in Greater Islam.
It wasn’t that he despised the religion; it was that he despised what the modern Arab world had made of it. He could not conceive for a moment that the Prophet intended for his people to butcher and maim in the name of his new faith. That somehow the modern actions of Islamic leaders could not possibly benefit the world – Arab or otherwise. Haytham thus found himself within a quandary, balancing his emotions between the Islam of his youth as taught by his parents and the Islam of the twenty-first century as taught by what he perceived to be a few renegade opportunists.
No young man, he thought, particularly one educated in matters parallel to the West, could understand the shabbily dressed man with the self-inflicted beard wounds as he told of his grand visions for destruction upon the West. Haytham had listened half-heartedly, half politely as Muhammad laid bare a plan that he envisioned while the prisoner of the infidels. He listened incredulously as the elder man spoke, quite as a matter of fact, while his own efforts were concentrated on avoiding a flop into the human waste below.
At first, Haytham could not believe his very ears; that the thought was that perhaps he had misunderstood words echoing around the concrete tube and so fantasized about what they really were. Yet, any hopes of misconstruing the larger man’s intentions were shattered by their fourth reiteration.
Haytham finally heard, quite correctly, the diabolical plans of his Muslim masters. Strangely, at first; he felt quite honored that anyone, particularly the very nasty people that he had found himself following blindly, so respected his confidence that they would outline their plan to him in its fullest. This elevated the young student from the bowels of followers and gave him an opportunity to join the ranks of Muhammad’s Messengers, as they liked to call themselves. Still, Haytham wasn’t so socially blind as to not eventually challenge the spirit of camaraderie and see through the wicked disguise.
As he worked his way gingerly through what remained of the sewer, diligently keeping behind Muhammad with his rifle ever so present, vibrating uncontrollably because of the cool, damp air that flowed around his own half-naked body, Haytham considered the implications of what he had been privileged to learn as a byproduct of his present situation. Whereas his technical capabilities were quite lacking, it was the end result of the breadth of knowledge that sat heavily upon his weakened and agitated mind: the complete destruction of New York City.
Besieged by subconscious attempts to vomit, struggling against the strong desire to fire his weapon repeatedly into the back of the person he followed obediently, Haytham considered all parts of the plan as outlined by the master psychopath himself: Muhammad.
The elder Arab; the man possessed by a possessed brand of religion. It was he who spoke quite calmly, catching his young follower completely off guard as he nearly blurted out the plan in uncharacteristic fashion. That the government in Saudi Arabia was converting an old U.S. Navy ship into something of floating memorial to share the site of a large waterfront amusement park that the Saudis were building in New York. The vessel itself was intended to act as an ‘add-on’ component of the park, a ship simply renovated within a Russian shipyard for matters of convenience.
Then Muhammad had experienced an epiphany; that the old, useful vessel could serve as a maritime Trojan horse. It would contain, in his revelation, a large thermonuclear device delivered courtesy of a tripartite group involving the governments of Iran, Saudi Arabia, and Russia. Haytham had to keep laughing at the trio; only in his master’s mind could he have conceived of such an alliance. It was in the details of the plan that young Haytham had to consider that there was more to the plan than met his jovial eyes.
Muhammad explained that the vessel would be large enough to conceal such a device within a lead sarcophagus that would prevent early detection of the device and the bomb itself would be powerful enough to shatter all. It was the way that the older Arab said the word all that obliged Haytham to consider that the word was meant to include the better part of the city itself.
When would such an event take place? Haytham never had an opportunity to inquire for Muhammad quickly boasted of how many people flocked into the city during the New Years’ celebrations in Time Square. Millions was the word that reverberated throughout the confines of Haytham’s skull. The young student knew that at least hundreds of thousands of innocent people would be enjoying yet another New Year, quite possibly enjoying the presence of a spectacular amusement park. And for what? To all be vaporized into non-existence by those who misused their positions for selfish plans of ambition.
Haytham’s ears could stand no more. He could not bear to endure the finer details which rolled off Muhammad’s twisted tongue like a sadistic serpent. The young student wanted out of the madness; out of the very religion that allowed such evil men the freedom to plan such transgressions of the mind. He also knew that the moment at hand was not the most appropriate in which to break his allegiance – he was isolated within a foreign country and far from anyone who could possibly come to his aid.
Years earlier, the memories of which barely swirled around within Haytham’s mind, the young student had been approached by a member of the U.S. intelligence community and asked if he would like to have a job. He declined the offer quite out of hand and it was never broached again. The request had come from a kind American Muslim who had serendipitously engaged the young Arab in a discussion regarding the role of the Prophet Muhammad within modern society.
Haytham had to laugh at the thought. Islam without Muhammad? Now, however, he understood from which direction the American had been coming. The Muhammad that he was led to believe in was not the same Muhammad that he was now following. Yet both were one in the same and both had yet never met. The paradox resulted from the hijacking of the faith by those who had no intention of peaceful coexistence with those who did not believe in his own Muslim faith – that of the other five billion people who lived on the planet.
The young student finally began to realize that Muhammad – the prophet or the terrorist – may not be the one that would ultimately led him into Paradise. Somehow, he rationalized; the world outgrew the need for a religion that expanded at the swipe of a sword. Muhammad of old, he theorized, had to engage within military conquest because, well, because Arabs needed to be pounded into some semblance of unity. The modern world didn’t need such brutality for people were communicative, knowledgeable, and to a point compassionate and trusting.
Muhammad’s view of existence was therefore largely unnecessary, archaic, and quite probably disastrous for his people. Haytham gazed upon the silhouette of his master, enshrouded within the opaque glow of the outside light as it entered into the mouth of the tunnel and smiled. To save thousands, Muhammad would have to die.
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