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    When Walls Break

    “You can do this. You are strong. You hear
    me?”
    Dilbar nodded as his father helped him into his
    school shirt. His heart was beating wildly in his
    chest, and he was sure the terror in his eyes
    was discernable.
    “Stop looking so frightened. This is an honor!
    Do you understand?”
    Dilbar nodded as his father finished with the
    last button.
    The school bus arrived the front of the Fahad
    residence. Dilbar heard the honking of the horn.
    He gazed out the window to see the familiar
    yellow and black bus. It was the bus he had
    taken to school every day for the past four
    years. It was in this bus he first met his best
    friend Nate, and it was in this bus he sat in the
    back row and wistfully stared at the back of
    Sasha’s head. Sasha always left him tongue
    tied in her presence, and after four long years
    he still couldn’t work up the courage to talk to
    her. Instead, his heart skipped a beat and he
    lowered his gaze whenever she walked past
    him in the break room, or the hallway, or the
    classroom. Nate teased him endlessly about
    Sasha, calling him a sissy. Nate was right.
    The horn honked again, and as Dilbar ran to the
    front door, his mother was waiting with her
    arms outstretched. She had tears in her eyes
    and a sad smile. He rushed into her embrace
    and she held him a little longer than usual.
    Finally, she looked him over in the way you do
    when you want to memorize every detail of a
    person, kissed his forehead and watched from
    the window as he walked away from the house
    towards the bus. Fahad stood next to her and
    held her hand. As Dilbar climbed into the
    bus her vision blurred from the tears that were
    already trailing down her cheeks. She looked
    away, wrung her hand from Fahad’s grip and
    went into her room.
    Fahad watched his son walk to the back of the
    bus and take a seat. As the bus slowly made
    its way past the house, he had a look of
    satisfaction and heaved a sigh. Dilbar was a
    good, obedient boy. He would do as he was
    instructed.
    The bus made a few more stops around the
    neighborhood to pick up other
    children. Dilbar’s heart sank as he watched
    Sasha walk from her front porch into the bus.
    She smiled at him as she took a seat two rows
    in front. He stared at the back of her head as
    he always did, admiring the dark curls that
    tumbled down to her shoulders. Today, as his
    gaze rested on her, his usual feeling of longing
    was replaced with a deep sadness. The bus
    arrived at Nate’s house, but didn’t
    stop. Dilbar was relieved. Nate was his best
    friend. Perhaps he was sick. Whatever the
    reason for Nate’s absence, Dilbar was glad he
    wouldn’t be in the bus. Nate and Dilbar were
    the only ones who occupied the back seats of
    the bus. Today, he was alone. The wires in his
    shirt made him uncomfortable. His father had
    showed him how to detonate the bomb he
    wore underneath his school uniform. The
    thought of what he was about to do caused
    shivers to run down his back. He did not
    understand why he had to do it, but he trusted
    his father who had told him that this was what
    God wanted him to do. It was honorable to do
    this. “God loves you. Do you believe that?” His
    father had asked. He had nodded. “Then don’t
    fail him.” Dilbar did not want to fail God.
    Fahad dialed a number on his cell phone.
    Someone picked after the third ring.
    “ As-salaamu aleykum, brother.”
    “ Wa alaikum assalam. ” Fahad responded. “We
    will have news tonight.”
    “This is good. You are sure he will obey?”
    “He will go through with it. He is a good boy
    and he knows what rewards await him.” Fahad
    replied.
    “Very good. I will keep watch for the news.
    Today will be another victory for us.”
    Fahad ended the call. He too would be looking
    out for the news.
    The bus made its way to St. Peter School after
    picking up all the children on its
    route. Dilbar knew that if he had to act, now
    would be a good time. In fifteen minutes, they
    would arrive the massive set of limestone
    buildings that housed both the Catholic church
    and the school. The instruction was to
    detonate the bomb while in the bus. If Dilbar
    didn’t do it now, the opportunity would be lost.
    He felt the wires and sticks of dynamite press
    against his chest. He looked down to see the
    button he had to press poking from where his
    shirt had been neatly tucked into his shorts. He
    swallowed saliva. Beads of sweat formed on
    his forehead despite the cool air blowing from
    the vent above him. He looked up from the
    button and gazed at the heads in front of him,
    each head was familiar. Some belonged to
    classmates, others to acquaintances. There
    was hardly a person in the bus he did not
    know. Finally, his gaze rested on the back of
    Sasha’s head, and he quickly looked down at
    the button. He could not afford to balk, he had
    to do this. This was no time to be a sissy. God
    was counting on him. He had promised his
    father that he would not fail, and he knew he
    would be honoring his family by doing this. He
    had no choice. His right thumb gently caressed
    the button.
    “I’m sorry Sasha,” he whispered.
    It was late afternoon when the doorbell
    rang. Fahad had just returned from a meeting
    at the local mosque. Amirah, his wife answered
    the door. Two tall men stood in front of her.
    They wore plain clothes but she sensed from
    their demeanor that they were police officers.
    Tears welled up in her eyes. The worst had
    happened. Her son was gone.
    “May we speak with your husband?” One of
    them asked. He had long blonde hair and wore
    brown khaki pants and a navy-blue T-shirt.
    “Fahad,” Amirah choked.
    Fahad walked briskly to the door from the
    dining table where he was reading a
    newspaper. He looked outside to see the two
    men. He knew instinctively that they were law
    enforcement officers. He saw the anguish in
    Amirah’s eyes and tried to suppress a smile.
    The deed had been done. Dilbar was
    successful. Fahad already had a speech
    rehearsed for law enforcement. He would
    blame everything on Dilbar, feign ignorance at
    the thought that his son was planning to bomb
    the school bus, claim his son had been bullied
    in school but never showed disruptive
    tendencies, break down and cry. “How can I
    help you gentlemen?” Fahad asked.
    The second man in blue jeans and a red
    checked shirt pulled out his badge and flashed
    his ID. “I’m agent Cavanaugh and this is my
    partner agent Smith. We’re from the FBI.
    You are under arrest Mr. Fahad Karim.” Agent
    Smith quickly moved in and grabbed Fahad’s
    hands, placing them behind his back and
    handcuffing them. Cavanaugh continued, “You
    have the right to remain silent. You have the
    right to an attorney.”
    “What the bloody hell is happening?” Fahad
    shouted. “What crime have I committed?” He
    tried to scuffle and resist arrest but agent
    Smith was larger and stronger and soon hand
    him handcuffed.
    Amid the confusion, awareness dawned on
    Amirah. “Please, where is my son?” she
    gasped.
    “It’s a good thing you asked ma’am.” Smith
    answered as he pushed Fahad towards one of
    the vehicles parked by the side of the road,
    where the red and blue lights of the sirens
    flashed but remained silent. The door to a
    van opened and Dilbar ran out.
    “Oh! Alhamdulillah !” Amirah shouted as she ran
    towards her boy and enveloped him in a tight
    embrace. She was weeping and touching him
    all over, trying to make sure she was not
    dreaming this moment. This was the boy she
    thought she would never see again. Relief
    washed over her. He didn’t do it, she
    thought. Thank God he didn’t do it!
    Fahad was shocked to see Dilbar run out of the
    van and his face turned pallid. He first felt
    disbelief, then anger, then full blown rage. He
    continued to curse as the police men shoved
    him into one of the waiting vehicles.
    Fahad was charged with terror crimes and
    eventually pled guilty, giving the FBI the names
    of the other brothers who were part of the
    small mosque he headed, which also doubled
    as a branch of a terror group he founded. The
    school bus bombing was going to be their
    second mission after they had successfully
    killed a pastor during a Sunday service at a
    local Baptist church. Amirah and Dilbar were
    kept in protective custody until the trials were
    over and the men were in jail. She
    and Dilbar eventually moved to a different city,
    and never visited Fahad in prison where he was
    to remain for the rest of his life.

    End.

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    Orry-function
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    Hmn I think the father was only making use of his son for evil.

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    @esthy
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    Shameless father

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    Dela Cruise
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    this set of muslim and their deceptic nature it’s a good thing they were caught

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    Dela Cruise
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    Your only child you decided to use him for your stupid plot not minding ur wife or how your son would feel…..

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    Dela Cruise
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    Nice piece kudos to the writer

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    Chai

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