Time for Suicide

Time,it just never stops,it flies when you have fun but also flies when you are constantly bombarded by the Israelis.Its quite funny how we are constantly bombarded and here we are,enjoying ourselves playing soccer.This is until something happens to the people you love,bang,reality slaps you on the face and you know whats important.This is what happened to me,just that it took a whole new turn for the worst.My name is Ahmed Ali and this is my story on how I became a suicide bomber.

It was a few years ago when I was just a teenager in Gaza City,soccer,mosque and school was just a daily ritual for me under the cloud of bombs.I knew people died but usually Hamas will retaliate by sending suicide bombers to Israel,something that i consider an eye for an eye.Some of my friends were involved with the intifada but i couldn't be bothered as I wanted to live my carefree live,just doing my own things.Time was flying anyway and I kind of liked it,I wanted to grow up and get a job,escape the clutches my parents control.

The battle around us was going on,aggravated by the situation in Iraq and Iran,where both Presidents can be considered gungho with their words and make really rash decisions,and it went on and on.Sometimes we would see the chariots the Israelis call the Merkava tanks rumbling down the street.That would be the time we all run and take shelter and where our friends,the Hamas would come out and start stoning the tanks.Sometimes I dint get these peolple,what would stones do to the tanks.Ah,but let them be,at least they are fighting the infidels or as they say.Frankly i wasnt bothered then,its happening so often and hasnt affected me so why should i give my attention to it.

From my apartment block,I can see the tanks rumbling down the streets and the youth throwing Molotov cocktails and stones to the tank.The tank mercilessly just shot the youth,it was a gory sight,but didnt affected me seeing intestines and brains flying out,it was just an everyday occurence,its the will of God if they are returned home and they chose the path.The stoning happened for a few more moments when i saw it, a suicide bomber drapped in black coming towards the tank,and just detonating himself.Within moments,he blew up and you could see an explosion,not the mushroom Iran would want but more of a grenade.The tank blew up and the youths were rejoicing,no casualties was sparred and everyone died.Once again,hamas or so they say,have saved up by using a suicide bomber

Later on,after the aftermath and the rejoicing downstairs I go back to my apartment and I get a phone call.It was a doctor from a hospital and he said my family has died as they were shot by the Isreali Soldiers.At that very moment,2 thoughts flowed through my mind,first,thank god i dont have to be under the control of my parents and next,why them,and as a youth,I tend to act rash and dont exactly follow my brains in whatever decision I do.So i decided that i should repay back what the Isrealis gave my parents,a one way ticket to their version of hell.How time flies,one moment you are with your parents playing with them and the next,they are dead.

I immediatly ran downstairs and went to Hamas,whoopies,they are looking for suicide bombers.Enlisted myself in and I am now part of the suicide squad.They told me to "report" in the next day and said,this is a one way ticket to heaven.I was like whatever,I want to do something.Next thing i knew,i was like in a sort of military camp when they mortifed my identity and perked my up saying that you willl have no compassion,no suympaythy,i am a killing machine.

Next thing i knew, I was in Jeruselam,getting ready to bomb a cafe.I go inside the cafe and blow myself up.At that very moment,I think to myself,why on earth am I doing this,those were the longest seconds in my life.