Unnerving the terrorist!

“You will never know my story!” shouted Abdul.

He ruminated for a while, then his eyes got cloudy and yet he continued, “I am Abdul Aleem. I am a pious Muslim. Although you call me a terrorist in the U.K, I am an apt servant of Allah!”

Dr Abdul Aziz and Rob Davis sat at the opposite end of the table. They were staring at a terrorist who was twenty-one.

Dr Abdul asked in a soft yet firm tone,” May Allah be merciful on you Abdul! Where are you from?”

“I hail from Musa Qala Helmsand, province of Afghanistan!”

“Who sent you here?”

“Allah!”

“I meant, who got your sponsored?”

A wry smile followed and spat came the reply, “The Taliban, I guess! Wait, we will rule the world! Wait, this is just the beginning of your end. Then you will understand what we are!”

Dr. Abdul spoke a bit softly now, “Son, Allah, the almighty does not tell you to take the lives of innocent children, or does he?”

Abdul stoked his beard and bragged, “I would kill them all. You are not a true Muslim, you will never understand the pain!”

Rob never thought he would see this day, he never had the idea of interrogating someone who is as young as a twenty-one year lad who was brainwashed beyond repair. He still remembered the fateful day when he had almost lost his only son, David to this terrorist. He is the warden of HM Prison Belmarsh, at Thamesmead London now wanted revenge. Initially, he had wanted to smash the nose of this terrorist with his bare hands yet, his training had forbade him from doing so. Slowly his anger had subsided. He then decided to find the roots of this incident. He didn’t want to leave this undone. He wanted to get a whiff of the convoluted twisted mind of these terrorists who were but mere pawns in this deadly game.

Rob spoke, “So we already know of the fact that you are the seventh son of the family and you have four sisters. You say that you will attain Jannat when you die. Don’t you love someone?”

“I love Allah! You kaafirs will never understand our philosophy! Insha’Allah, I will attain Jannat in death. The nymphs will serve me on that day!”

“Abdul Aleem, as your name suggests you should have been an apt servant of the all-knowing, God or should I say Allah! Yet you choose to serve the Taliban!” interjected Dr Aziz.

“You dumb heads you ask me the same questions almost every day! I now get why Abdul Sulah Ameen warned me to keep distance from you morons.”

At last, Rob knew who this mastermind or mentor was. It had been six months and now they had a clue. Patience always wins! Rob and Dr. Aziz went out of the interrogation cell.

Rob told the constable Jimmy to take away Abdul and keep him in solitary confinement.

“He will crack! It’s just a matter of time!” said Rob.

He then continued, “Let’s give him so more of the cold treatment! Let’s spike his food with the “Tell-a-Tale” formula.”

Dr Aziz, smiled knowing full well what the ‘Tell-a-tale’ formula was. It was a mixture of drugs that induces truth in speech. They had been trying to calibrate the exact dose for Abdul but he had resisted from blurting out almost anything that would be of value. The MI-16 and the Scotland Yard had informed Rob that they were hot in the case and any information would be of immense value to them.

The next day Rob and Dr Aziz again quizzed Abdul. The drugs had taken effect as Abdul started speaking his mind that day.

He said, “These cameras are get on my nerves, so is the ice-cold water and this cold weather is pathetic. The darkness of my solitary cell and the silence is speaking volumes. I don’t understand your philosophy, Dr Abdul. Why do you help these Kaafirs! You are one of us and not one of them.”

Dr. Aziz replied, “I will always be in your side son! Tell me how you arrived in London?”

“Again you ask me the same questions! Are you deaf or dumb like this moron?”

Then Abdul, the terrorist looked at Rob and fumed silently.

Rob Interjected, “Who gave you your passport?”

Silence greeted them.

Again Dr. Aziz asked, “So you arrived in September 30th 2015 from Karachi via the British Airways. Then on arriving at Heathrow you took a bus from the airport to the Harrow, where you stayed at the Afghani Inn. You checked in and then informed the inn-keeper that you were a student and showed him your Pakistani passport. Then you killed the poor old Afghani inn-keeper with the kitchen knife and hid his body in the freezer. You ate and slept for two days in the inn and then on the 3rd of October, took a bus to Brighton. You were what we call as sleeper cells of the Talibani Regime. I would like to know how you managed to enter the HandCross Park, The Brighton College School at Brighton.”

A wry smile appeared and then Abdul again started bragging, “I am Abdul Aleem, I am not a fool! I took a bus from Harrow to Brighton. I waited and then I jumped over the fence of the school by climbing on the stationed station wagon that was kept side the fence of the school. It was not easy but I managed. Then I overpowered the security guard and maimed the fellow with the same kitchen knife.”

“We know how you chased the school students and injured them with your knife.” Interjected Rob.

“I heard, that twenty-four students were injured. I wish to send them to hell! I saw them run towards the shelter as I slashed my way towards the interior of the school. Some of the students ran inside the class room and locked themselves from the inside. The rest were sitting ducks! I hate the sight of blood by the way!” shouted Abdul the terrorist.

“And yet you did this Abdul, injuring innocent students! Koran does not tell you to do such sinful acts! ” interjected Dr. Aziz.

“Pathar Nalat” cursed Abdul.

Now Rob mocked Abdul by saying, “Is that what the puppets told you?”

An infuriated and agitated Abdul shouted out, “How would I know that the school was haunted! Sulah bhai didn’t tell me that! Allah had sent me to fight against kaafirs, not ghosts!”

By then Rob signalled to Dr Aziz to come out of the interrogation cell.

Once out, Rob lit a cigarette and then said, “This moron still thinks the school was haunted. Dave told me what had happened at the school. Well, after playing cat and mouse with the school children, this moron went inside the room of Dr Hamid Rashid. The old fool had play-acted to the gallery full of his students. He had acted as if he had fainted. We will ask him tomorrow what had happened with another of the fear-inducing ‘Tell-a-tale’ sessions. Let’s see what he says!”

Dr Aziz was waiting the next day for Mr Rob outside the interrogation cell when Jimmy the constable dragged the sleepy Abdul into the room.

Rob now gave a wry smile and said to Abdul, “Well, Abdul before they arrested you, what had happened in the school. The manner in which you ran out appeared that we were running away afraid! Were you afraid of the poor kids whom you had come to kill?”

Abdul shouted out like a caged tiger, “Yes! I am not afraid of any human being! But the school was haunted.”

“How do you mean?” asked Dr Aziz.

Abdul ruminated for a while and then spoke, “I always hated maths from my childhood so when I found the room where it was written, “Class of Venn Diagrams” I choose to take hostages in that room. Unfortunately when I entered I found few odd students with some puppets and an old Afghani instructor who fainted at the sight of the blood laced knife.”

He continued now fear was drawn all over his face. He spoke in a low tone. He continued, “After the old instructor had fainted I shouted at the odd students to take their seats. I could hear a pin drop as the silence spoke in volumes and I was happy to see the fear of death in their eyes. Suddenly, out of the blue, some of the puppets began speaking to me. One of them cursed in Afghani saying “Cholak”. I ran to check if it was some kind of a toy with batteries but it appeared harmless as a soft puppet. Then again one of the puppets at the back of the class room shouted ‘Focking Idiot’. I ran to the puppet but in vain. I could see the fear in the eyes of the kids as well. It was unnerving. When I returned to the teachers dias, the chalk box seemed to curse “Awlad e knalek” in an inhuman voice. But when another puppet to my left cursed out ‘Morda Gaow’ I realised the room was haunted. So I had to run out.”

Rob signalled to Dr Aziz to leave the cell and when they were out. Dr Aziz asked,” I still don’t understand how this bugger actually heard the puppets speak and curse? Is he crazy?”

Rob smiled and replied, “Well, thanks to Dr Hamid Rashid I guess!”

“How do you mean?”

“This bugger does not know how to read properly. He had mistaken read ‘the Class of Ventriloquism’ as ‘Class of Venn Diagrams’. Dr Hamid is an aged afghan teacher and is one of our best ventriloquists in this country. He can throw his voice. He has been teaching the school children this art. This came in handy in their darkest hour of need, and saved a few lives I guess! I think we should let this bugger rot in solitary confinement for the rest of his life!” replied Rob.

“Is it why David was insisting to put some of the puppets in his cell?” asked Dr Aziz.

“You never know what would freak out a f**King terrorist, unless you meet morons like these!” said Rob.