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Strewn about the trail opening like fallen timber were the bodies of the men Tom and Najair had killed minutes ago. From the back edge of an abandoned property Tom stared out at them. He looked over the woods for any signs of movement. This transfer from civilian to Muslim radical would take some cunning and Tom knew the woods were littered with enemies.
“There is a practice in my religion, Tom. We call it Taqiyya. It is religious dissimulation and allows us to deny our faith at the risk of significant persecution. I am Shia and this is a practice unique to the Shiite Muslims. American’s struggle to understand the concept between Shia and Sunni Muslim.”
“What are you getting at Najair.”
“We will hide amongst the none believer and even take part in blasphemous activities.”
Tom looked at his companion and tightened his grip around the rifle. He didn’t like the direction this was going. Najair was turned directly at Tom at this point and from the corner of his eye Tom thought he saw the barrel of Najair’s gun begin to raise a bit.
“Let not the believers Take for friends or helpers Unbelievers rather than believers: if any do that, in nothing will there be help from Allah: except by way of precaution, that ye may Guard yourselves from them. But Allah cautions you to remember Himself; for the final goal is to Allah.”
The sweat forming long his back went cold. Had Tom come all this way along side the enemy? Had this all been a show of this taqiyya Najair spoke of? There was too much at stake and no time to dance around these questions. Death had been tapping his scythe on the window pane of his mind since the plane crash. The fear just starts to wear off.
Tom exploded in one motion and pushed nose to nose with Najair. His eyes were wide and his voice was deep and horse.
“Are you gonna fucking kill me Najair? Do you think your going to kill me? In the name of your religion and your slaughter? Do you….”
Najair drove a knee into Tom’s solar plexus and pushed him out of his face.
“I have killed more of these men than you tonight. I was chained to the same floor board as you Tom. There could be no more chance in our meeting. Allah is everything but on this day Freedom is our God. Our Taqiyya will be the uniforms and the head scarves of this vicious clan. It will be the actions we take to stop this atrocity from happening tonight.”
Tom was wheezing for his breath on the ground.
“…sorry Najair…..its been a helluva ride and I am getting a little nuts…”
“Well shut up and catch your breath. Time is our worst enemy today. Lets get into these clothes and get up the mountain. They are communicating this effort we have to find that mode of communication and call this whole mess off.”
They crept out from behind the abandoned building and ran over to the bodies. In no time they were dressed like the enemy. Could this actually work?
By Stefan Karpiniec [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons