The human trap

An excerpt of my book "The death sciences".

"The death sciences"

An excerpt

 

Doubts and misgivings did not hinder him anymore; he was out early, as he was told. The time was a quarter past six, and he was on his way with no need for haste.

In a small plastic bag he packed some food, wrapped in a piece of cloth, along with the dagger the bearded man furnished him with.      

‘More than these simple means, you won't need.’ He told him before they parted. 

‘As for the rest, the real sophisticated means just leave it to us.’

Was he given any other choice, but to leave it to them, his own fate?!? 

Inshallah...(with Allah's will) he prayed hopefully They won't forsake me, no! He summed the matter up encouraging himself once more.                     

Isn't he a university graduate, and he didn't take his studies in Bir-zeith - or some other doubtful college, but at the famous Hebrew university. He's an asset to the organization, to his people, they know it just like everyone else who is part of the organization, surely knows it.  

Though he disliked him, distrusted and hated the bearded man as a matter of fact; for his refusal to brief him on the last phase of the operation in particular. But he could not deny the latter's knowledge, experience and wisdom.

So as far as he is concerned the bearded man is a villain and an unbearable person almost, but he's as wile as the devil himself; Samir summed the matter up encouraged.

-‘Be there one hour earlier.’ The bearded man advised him last night.      

-‘Wait for him from seven o'clock on.’ It wasn't a bit of advice as the bearded man termed it; these were in fact minutely detailed orders.

-‘Got a reliable watch on you, I hope.’ He remarked getting hold of Samir's left wrist.

‘Adjust it to their radio station, there's no harm in listening to their radio station. I'm not testing you don't you worry; as I said adjust your watch first thing in the morning.’   

This piece of advice he failed to accomplish, he recalled, while riding the bus from his village to the western part of the city. 

There was no harm in listening to their broadcasts as the bearded man has remarked, but he wouldn't have done so in his mother's presence’ and that is why he has forgotten it no doubt. In any case it didn't bother him, if he would reach that certain spot one hour earlier, or fifty nine minutes earlier �" it did not make any difference at all.

Getting off the bus at the almost empty terminal, he bought a Hebrew morning paper �" folded it neatly, and shoved it into his plastic bag. Its upper part with its large printed header he left popping out exposed, as he was told to do.

-‘The few passers-by who might cross your way, would certainly take you for one of them; that simple precaution should be your first step �" to keep them off your track.’

A bright idea that might enhance his chances to get away, though nothing would stop the grave consequences that would arise out of his sudden disappearance; and how it might influence his old mother only Allah knows. But having enough worries more than one could normally cope with, in just a short while to come, he chased these thoughts away.

-‘Await him at mid-field; find some mound or a group of bushes, to shelter you, till he comes. The traffic on the roads around, is quite heavy �" the passers-by on the other hand, are very rare;  the sooner you'll get there in that case, the better would be your chances to keep them off your trail.’

He's dead right! Samir thought mounting the second bus he had to travel with, at the main bus terminal. Without uttering a single word he handed the driver the fare, two silvery coins; collected his ticket and the change, and went over to the seats, next to the rear exit door. One elderly fellow passenger sat next to the driver, a couple more were at the rear end of the bus.

Without giving any heed to them or to the driver, he settled in one of the single seats, pulled out the morning paper pretending to read it with growing impatience; though he could read their language, fluently as if he was taught it from his early childhood, he gazed at the open pages in front of his eyes, with an empty look, waiting anxiously for the journey to commence.

When the bus's engine roared at last and they were moving slowly out, he folded his paper and shoved it back into his plastic bag with a sigh of relief.  He was almost exhausted already.

Two bus stops beyond the small valley, Samir got off and went on foot backwards; doing his way through the back silent streets, away from the bus's course and south to the towering museum hill

-‘Trample the grass at the spot you've chosen, and spread the paper over it, thus the morning dew won't wet your pants, as you sit in wait for him. That should be the hardest hour to pass, the time you'll have to spend expecting him. Nobody but him is using that path at those hours of day, so don't let worries of that sort trouble your mind; if by sheer coincidence someone else would come across, let him be! Just lower your face and keep on waiting, it’s him we're after. Don’t you forget it!’ The bearded man said raising a threatening finger. -‘If on the other hand you happen to be the impatient type, the one who fidgets nervously whenever he has to sit still �" well then...’ The bearded man added laughing. ‘Take a string of praying beads with you…’              

‘Arse ibn el arse!’ (pimp son of a pimp) Samir hissed furiously aloud, remembering the note of sarcasm, which accompanied that remark. Whatever he did or said, that bearded devil, had a certain purpose �" and that teasing remark was intended to strengthen him mentally. He had no doubts about it. Its purpose was to prevent any second thoughts, which might weaken him; or make him change his mind at the last moment.

© Haim Kadman 1989 �" all rights reserved.

 

THE DEATH SCIENCES

SYNOPSIS

During a clandestine meeting in the old city of Jerusalem, not far from the holy shrines to Islam, Christianity and Judaism; Samir Mashrawee is persuaded in a sophisticated brainwash procedure to murder his ex rector in the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, and thus gain the right to become a member in a terror organization.

The story is told through Samir’s viewpoint, a Palestinian youth who lives in Silowan, an Arab village at the outskirts of Jerusalem. After the war of 1967 Silowan was annexed to the state of Israel, its habitants became Israeli citizens. Thus Samir carries a blue identity card and is entitled to work in Israel and study in its academic institutes. He is a tall good-looking youth, and his appearance does not reveal his Arab origin. His social connections during his studies at the Hebrew University were mainly with his compatriots, the few Israeli Arab students and with Ghill, the Israeli student with whom he shares an apartment not far from the university.

Right after slaying his ex rector, he is whisked to the southern resort region of Tabba near Eilat, on Egyptian soil; by two organization members, Leila and Taher, an Israeli Arab taxi driver. According to their cover story Leila is his just wed bride, and they are on their way to their honeymoon. He spends about a week with Leila at the luxurious five stars Hilton hotel at Tabba.  The fact that their relationship is a cover story, and the fact that Leila in on her way to wed her fiancé, who is a prominent P.L.O leader, does not impede Samir from raping her, on the first opportunity he has, when they are left alone in their luxurious suite. A week later, on reaching Cairo he parts with Leila, who proceeds to her awaiting fiancé in Tunisia.

According to clandestine rules he has to keep away from the P.L.O. offices and await instructions. As the whole operation including his rescue, has been executed not long ago and in haste; his compatriots in Cairo are eager to get rid of him. They fear the Mossad long vindictive arm, and send him on a roundabout course to Amsterdam, to join the local P.L.O group over there. His arrival causes mistrust and alarm among the small group members Thus they decide to send him on to the London group �" that group’s lack in manpower is well known. Samir lands in Heathrow Airport to meet Karim, who becomes his operator and trusted comrade. There he hops to pursue his academic studies. But things change in a very drastic manner, when he is suspected of being an Israeli, a spying mole inside the P.L.O.

18 chapters

120 pages

71,370 words

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