This is chapter 3. If you haven’t read Chapters 1 & 2, they can be found here:
Intro & Chapter 1
“From the time of Mohammed, the means of Muslim expansion was always the sword. Muslim thought divides the world into two spheres, the Abode of Islam and the Abode of War….” ~Thomas Madden ‘The Real History of the Crusades’
3. Darkness Rises
Abaskuul “Abe” Muhammed was, by all accounts a promising American immigrant success story. Born in Mogadishu, Somalia his parents fled to America, seeking asylum. They just wanted a better life for their family, and they got it.
Abe excelled at school, receiving a full-ride to the University of Washington, to study Chemical Engineering. A recipient of the ASNCE Forten Scholarship, he was 1 of 25 recipients in 1,600 nominees. His future was indeed bright.
This morning began like so many others, helping his Uncle “Abe” open the truck rental store and check in and wash the returns until he had to leave for classes.
When he got off the bus, a block south of the store, he was happy to be helping out the uncle who shared his name. As he walked up the west side of 15th street toward the store he heard what he thought was a gunshot. Mind racing, he panicked and ran toward the store.
Coming around the end of the two box trucks on the corner of the parking lot, Abe saw a man he knew from the Somali Center with a man in a green tunic and another man in white “Ihram” clothing, the traditional dress of those who are participating in Hajj. They were just inside the store and looked to be screaming at each, or someone, but Uncle Abe was nowhere to be seen.
As he ran toward the front door of the converted, 70’s era tan-colored gas station, he saw Uncle Abe’s head and back sticking up over the low cinder block wall beneath the front window. He was on his hands and knees. Uncle Abe was pleading with the men to spare him. That much was obvious. Little Abe stopped, dead in his tracks. He quickly scurried behind an enclosed trailer with the familiar landscape scene and bright orange coloring.
He tried to peak around the corner, but the 2nd man, in the green tunic, saw him and motioned for the other two to look. Like so many deer, in so many roadways, Abe froze, transfixed by the “headlights” of the current situation. He didn’t understand what was happening, and he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t will himself to move, either.
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