Dawn met El-hanook no better than dusk had
left him: pensive and contemplative. And as he prepared for the mission, he
moved between his matrimonial bedroom and that of his three children, observing
all as they slept. Atisha, as usual, was graceful and their kids, simply
adorable. As he kissed each on their foreheads, he wished that the moment would
last forever. Steeling his nerves however, he headed to the dinning table and
scribbled a note; the letter would come later. In it, he left instructions for Atisha
to say at home with the kids, at least for the day, because he did not trust
himself to speak to her directly. Casting one last forlorn look on his
cherished home, El-hanook took a deep breathe and stepped out into the cold
embrace of the chilly morning, to commence his assignment.
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El-hanook arrived at the rendezvous point
just as the first flickers of daylight greeted the earth. It was an abandoned
warehouse located on the outskirts of the city. He made his way through the
decrepit gates, walked briskly across a small expanse of shrubs and grasses and
was soon at the entrance of the building. As he pushed open its creaky doors, his
operational vehicle came into view. He opened its door, settled in and
performed a quick scan of the tools of his trade for the day: the loaded
jacket, the detonation triggers and a piece of paper containing instructions
for the mission. Like clockwork, El-hanook assembled the pieces together and wore
the jacket beneath his clothes. It fit him perfectly. He took three quick short breathes, roared
the car to life and started for the mall.
It was some minutes before noon as
El-hanook pulled up on the street where the mall sat, imposingly. He had taken
his time during the ride, in obedience to one of the instructions he had
received: ‘You must wait for the appropriate
time. So drive around the city for a while. Do this also to calm your nerves’.
El-hanook knew why the Sect had picked
Jabok City Mall as its next target. Located in a Government Reservation Area
(GRA), it boasted of a chain of stores of international renown that offered the
latest fads in fashion, electronics, home appliances and entertainment. It was
the pride and joy of the government; a classic example of what happened when
the public and private sectors collaborated. Consequently, its main patronisers
were the indigenous well-to-do and foreigners, who were somewhat far removed
from the activities of the Habalani. Therefore the sect needed to make this
score count and El-hanook could feel the weight of that expectation on his
tense shoulders!
As he approached the entrances to the mall,
he observed that the number of people entering and leaving the complex was
unusually large. Then he recalled that it was a public holiday. ‘We really want to make a defining
statement’ he mused. At the main gate, his car was stopped by security
personnel. A guard walked up to him. El-hanook recognised him and smiled.
“Hello Mr El-hanook. What brings you to
this part of town?” It was Peter, a resident of his neighbourhood.
“How’s work today, Pete? I just came to get
some stuff for the holiday!” From the car’s side mirror, El-hanook spotted
another guard checking the undercarriage of the vehicle with some equipment. ‘The fools; if only they knew’ he
thought.
“I almost didn’t recognise you; I know you
own a blue Chevrolet. Where did this come from? Peter asked again.
“Well, my wife borrowed it for the day.
This belongs to a friend. Can I go now?”
Peter looked to his other colleague, who
gave the all clear sign. “Yes, you can, Mr El-hanook. Do have a nice day”
“Thanks Pete. See you at home” El- hanook
said as he put the car in motion. He had not driven for more than a few yards,
when he heard a large voice boom from behind him- “HALT”. It was from a third
guard he had not seen. As the security officer approached the vehicle,
El-hanook’s mind was immersed in a plethora of thoughts; his pensive hands
gripped the steering wheel in a death-like vice. ‘Was his apprehension that obvious? Had the security sweep on the car
revealed the truth?’
The man was soon astride the car. His face
was devoid of expression.
“Sir, are you aware you have a broken tail
light?”
El-hanook heaved a big sigh of relief. “No,
Officer. As I told Peter, the car belongs to a friend. So I’ll inform him as
soon as possible”
“We work with the local police on these
matters and we don’t want our customers receiving tickets, do we?” The guard
flashed a smile.
“We certainly do not. Thanks for the
notice” And with that, El-hanook proceeded to the parking lot of the mall. It
was located in an underground enclosure, a few hundred meters from the main
shopping hall. The training he had received at the sect made him instinctively
look for and identify the security cameras and he brought the car to halt at a
position obscured by one of the columns supporting the structure. El-hanook
immediately disembarked from the car and proceeded to peel off what was
hitherto the body of the car to reveal a new car colour. He dumped the
camouflage in the booth and retrieved a new pair of number plates, with which
he replaced the previous ones. He straightened himself out and checked out the
triggers. Satisfied, El-hanook proceeded to the mall itself. The plan was going
accordingly.
Now inside the main hall housing the many
stores, El-hanook scanned the entire set-up and noticed only a handful of
security personnel. Surely, it was an abysmal number for a mall of that size. El
–hanook walked around, joining the frenzy of excited shoppers, pretending to window shop until he found a
spot that gave him a vantage position overlooking the parking lot , in
obedience to another instruction : ‘After
your arrival, wait until the fifth car has parked after you, before you press
the first trigger.’
After watching the first and second cars
announce their arrivals, El-hanook focused his attention on an ecstatic little
boy clutching his gift, his proud parents a short distance behind him. The scene brought back some memories of him,
Atisha and Fatrid, their only son. He wondered what his family would be up to
at that moment. The blare of the fifth car or so soon broke El-hanook out of
his reverie. He had to act now or else….
As he pressed the first trigger, the force
of the explosion threw him off his feet, notwithstanding his anticipation of
the blast. The scenes were better imagined than experienced. Thick black smoke
billowed from what used to be the car parking lot, even as shattered glass
panes and upturned merchandise dotted the inside of the mall itself. The once
happy shoppers soon became a mad throng
that begun to race wildly for the various exits. As Children cried and mothers
searched for loved ones, the management of the mall pleaded for calm to no
avail. El-hanook got up to his feet and composed himself. Now was the defining
moment. He bullied his way to the central area of the mall, looked upwards and
began to chant the creed of the sect, as his hand made its way to the second
trigger.
Until a voice stopped him dead in his
tracks. “Papa, papa!” It belonged to
Fatrid, his only son, running towards him.
El-hanook’s
eyes widened in terror. “Wha..at, wha..at
are you doing here? Where is your mother? He asked, clutching his son in
his arms.
Atisha soon showed up, cutting a desolate
figure. El-hanook could not hide his rage, turning his attention to his wife.
“I instructed you to stay at home today!” He yelled above the din. “Why are you here? Didn’t you read the note I
left on the dinning table?”
“What note?” Atisha responded breathlessly.
“I came to buy things for Fatrid’s birthday. You have been distracted lately,
so I decided to do the shopping.”
El-hanook sighed in despair and as he stood
up with his six year old son in his arms, a paper aeroplane in Fatrid’s hand,
pricked his ear. It was made from the note he had scribbled on.
Suddenly, in the midst of the chaos,
El-hanook became calm. “Did the girls come along with you?”
Atisha shook her head. He was grateful for
that.
“Then we must leave immediately.”
As they joined the teeming throng that
swarmed to safety outside the mall, El-hanook could feel the fear palpitating
through his son’s body. A fear that sent shivers through his spine. Then
suddenly Fatrid spoke into his father’s ear and asked “Papa, are we going to
die today?”
El-hanook had long ago made his decision,
as he deactivated the second trigger.
“No, son! Today we live, to die another
day!”
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At a safe distance from the shopping mall,
a keen observer made a call.
“Hello Sir. Thin boy hit his mark but Fat
Joe did not take- off. What is the next course of action?”
The voice at the other end was stoical.
“Return to Fort. We wait for eagle’s return.”
