Hate Thy Neighbor (A Palestinian's fight against the world)

3 Not her; It's him

"Mike, you screw this up, I swear I will kill you and that would be a very painful death" I told Mike for which he went white as a paper. Well, no one need to know the fact that I stop short killing people. He actually believed and for once I thought it isn't a bad idea to kill Mike. One asshole off my back.

"Brad, no. I promise. Your father is very supportive. He helped me set up all these. I will not disappoint him"

"If I were you, I would shut up and keep doing the work. I repeat myself, damage anything and everything but no one get hurts. I don't want to media coverage. And I have no idea why dad thought I need to handle this personally, but I don't want media on me. So shut the f*ck up, and get to work"

I have extensive training on how to do things. When I get to the filed, I don't go with tie and cufflinks. I go as a normal person who is in attendance. I handle things like a normal person who handle things. I see to its execution and once I am confident things went just as I planned, which often it does, I move out. That is why people call me the ghost. I am there yet no one see me.

"Silvia, I need back up. Call the sheriff and tell him to send some cops. If the attendance are as intelligent as Mike is, there will be a massacre and I don't want that. I have no idea why I am bothered with supremacists"

"Yes sir" and she got down to work.

There are about 500 people. That's good. I only had a day to organize things and I am glad the numbers turned out well. Now I need to control Mike who will control the group. I change to a t-shirt and denim. I cant stand out in this crowd. Media will be there and if I am seen, then it would create unwanted issues. Not that I cant control it but I prefer less drama.

"Mike, keep this ear plug. I will tell you what to do and how exactly do it. Cross me and you will be history" so much supremacy in these guys who lick boots for money and get treated like shit so they can express their hate in a protest.

And the march proceeded to the California Islamic center. I walked right behind the massive crowd. When they reach the center, I will turn back and go to where I am needed the most. I walked like a black panther. I gave orders to Mike, I told him what to say, when to say and when to shut up. I told him how to provoke people , how to handle them short of violence and where to guide them. I did all this while standing right back at the crowd.

"Silvia, get the plane ready like in one hour. I am almost done here. I need to be in New York by afternoon. I have wasted enough of my time"

"Sir, Mr. Malroy on call" and she passed the phone to me.

"Yes dad. Everything okay" I told him. It still stings that he sent me to this god forsaken place to see through this god forsaken march.

"Brad, some of our systems are hacked and a lot of our financial data and some contracts are stolen. We knew someone was trying to locate us but we didn't have any idea from where. The community believed it has to be from California as it stem only after this proposed march" he told me.

"Why am I been told this now?" I asked him pretty well what he would say.

"I am only allowed to tell you what is been decided. Someone has all our information. We cant track down the person. You can deal with this situation and get back" he said.

"How do you know we are hacked?" I asked him.

"Because the hacker left a screensaver on all our computers saying "F*ck you Zionist. Palestine will be free" and we are unable to remove it. Who ever did this is a professional" he said.

"Get the IT to trace back"

"Son, don't think I am an idiot. The entire FBI cyber unit tried till couple of minutes ago to trace back but they cant. You have your team there. You have access to everything. Let me know when the data are recovered and deleted" and he hung up.

Damn it. Who the hell had this death wish to mess with the company? Who had the guts to mess with me and dad?

And then I felt it. I looked around. No one around. But my instincts are high. No, I can not be wrong. I looked further around and then directly at the center. No one is around. But I know this feeling of being watched. I have felt in only once in my life before, and I am never wrong. Then I looked at the upper floor and I felt like time just stopped.

No, it cant be her. It certainly not her. I saw her die. I left her to die.

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They were walking towards us with swastika, anti Muslims slogans and posters, shouting and screaming. The cops decided to come in and give us the protection which we required earlier but turned down. So everyone waited and waited.

"Don't do anything unless in self defense" Imaam shakoor said. Well, that is all what he preaches. We have lost lives in the past but he firmly believes on patience. I am not so sure.

"Stay with us" Rumi told me.

"Why? I am sure Aminah can look after you. You don't need my protection as well" I teased him and heard Aminah laughing.

"Hayah, don't try to be too smart. Be close and stay close"

"Okay sir"

And I waited for sometime closer to Rumi and Aminah. I couldn't see a thing. So, I went to top floor where I can see the people. I waited there patiently watching everyone. I observed how they are moving, I saw them angered, vulnerable, violent and then calm. I saw the ear piece Mike is having which he is adjusting time to time, and I know he is under commandment. I was watching everything from where I stood.

And then I saw him.

I saw him. I was expecting a lot of emotions to come but non came what so ever. I watched him objectively. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a denim. He wasn't wearing a cap to hide himself as he wasn't expecting anyone to identify him. I watched him. I wanted the anger to build up. I want the hate to build up. I want the resentment to come. But nothing came.

I saw him getting alert. Well, I don't think I care. I still watched him with cool observation. He felt my watch. He got a bit tensed. After turning few times on the wrong sides, he saw me. Even with the distance between us, I looked at him directly in his eyes. And he looked at me directly in my eyes. Oh yes, he recognizes me. He remembers me. Well, that's good. Because I haven't forgotten the man who is responsible for killing my father and raping me.

Yes, he raped me. And I am so glad he saw me and remembers me because I am going to wish he has never met me.