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This is a bonus part of my entry for a short story contest in my school's Manga-kenkyu-bu (Manga Research Club). It's my first shot at writing about something based on a real-life event that is occuring at the moment. -Death Papillon
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Suicide Bomber
In a situation like this, an average, normal person would be nervous, perhaps even agitated.
I, however, am above this emotion. I am calm as we walk to our destination.
I know not how long I've waited for this day, it seems like an eternity has passed. I tremble in both fear and exitement at the thoughts that race through my head as fast as my heartbeats... One might say they are the thoughts of a fanatic...
Perhaps they are. But if such is the price for my service, I will pay it gladly.
Just a few blocks more. This city is a labyrinth, and yet the prisoners within it are never lost.
I am a Holy Warrior. I have been trained to be devoted to my God in the most complete of ways. My Self is at His and in serving Him, I do glory unto myself.
From within the folds of my black, rose-woven veil, I glare at the soldiers walking past us and I am reminded of the weight surrounding my womb. It is imperative that we not fail--how else to give the enemy sharp, painful reminder?
Sati, the newest bride among our group, reaches over and clutches my hand. She is very much a sister to me, the poor thing. Her "husband" Rustam convinced her to partake in the operation. As for mine...he died in the name of a glorious cause.
My motives are not vengeance, whatever the others may say.
The western women think we are prisoners in these veil, that we are weak and helpless. It is not so!
We are the makers of future generations--we prepare the future fighters. Despite our purdah, we have the strength of the ancient Goddesses inside our souls. We are an army of roses who rise to martyrdom in God's name!
I can see it now... there are soldiers, as expected.
In a flowing movement, I press the switch...
A/N: This story was based on present-day events regarding the Al Qaeda movement and their tactics on recruiting women. Normally I don't focus on these things, but something about those women doing this caused me to respect and admire them, despite that they are being, to our thinking, evil. I feel respect and admiration for them as they are fighting for what they believe to be right...
Death Papillon
 Death Papillon · Sat Dec 10, 2005 @ 02:13pm · 1 Comments |
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