He stood on the verge of the final security check,the lump in his throat was now aching.
This was the ultimate obstacle to his purpose, a separate chapter of history in the making.
He walked right through the metal detector, as he looked up at the guard's somber face,
He raised his arms as high as they would go, letting him frisk every inch of his body's space.
As the guard stamped his approval on the ticket, he breathed a deep sigh of utter relief,
He thanked God for giving him unquestioned sanctity, for keeping in his initiatives, belief.
He looked up at the sky to show his gratitude, as he climbed the stairs to the bird of steel.
Wondering how climbing every stair up to heaven, was going to make him feel.
He blended right into the hundreds around him, like a solution of water and salt,
He took his seat for a moment of respite, before the time of the final assault.
For 15 years he had dreamt of this day, as his mind recalled the day he was like them,
The people who sat beside their families, smiling.. Away from the impending chaotic mayhem.
He was a small boy in a village far East, poor but happy in a world of small desires,
Until his little world was blown to bits, ravaged and destroyed by a rain of fires.
He remembered his father feeding him and his sisters, as he sat on his mother's lap,
And then suddenly his world shook like the ground, as the bombs erupted like thunderclaps.
He ran as fast as his little feet would carry him, not knowing his family was still inside his house
As everything around him went up in flames, vicious fires which were impossible to douse.
He could hear his mother crying out his name, but he couldnt find the source of the screaming,
All he was doing was chanting silent prayers, pleading God to tell him he was dreaming.
And then he saw her crawling out with his sisters, but his beloved father was nowhere in sight,
He thanked God for bestowing mercy upon him, until he heard the sky rumble to his right.
His lung bursting screams fell on deaf ears, as his family stood among pile of lifeless heads,
The missile on his right swooped like a hawk exploding.. Ripping all three of them to little shreds.
He was 50 meters away from them when it happened, but he felt their blood splatter on his shir
tHe felt his knees buckle under the shock, and then he collapsed tasting his own blood and dirt.
He cried as he lay among the mutilated dead, asking God to curse the doers of this heinous crime,
Making his family a promise that he would avenge, this preposterous act in his own time.
He noticed the tears were rolling down his cheeks, and his knuckles were burning from the past,
But he knew redemption wasn't too far away now, he would get his reward tonight at last.
He knew God's opinion of his act mattered no more, he wasn't bothered about that in the least,
If the Americans would have thought twice that night, they wouldn't have created this beast.
He closed his eyes and prayed a final time, as he reached out to open the sole of his shoe,
He felt the bomb fitted to perfection inside, and then he pulled out the detonator too.
He clasped it in his hand like it was his heart, as the plane finally took off into the air,
He looked at all the faces expecting a safe journey, not knowing they were going nowhere.
He stood up and walked to the middle of the aisle, he raised the detonator so that everyone could see it,
He spoke in a tone that played with their fears and said " Death is calling you early, so be it."
He ignored the screams of mercy and forgiveness, as his heart kept beating ever so fast,
He forced himself to smile through the shivers in his spine and said "Tonight we're all having a blast."
