A terrorist to love

A terrorist to love
29 June 2021
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She was walking for almost an hour now, always with the Thames by her side. Her thoughts went back to Manas and how she had met him first in a small hut-like construction in Cameroon. She had landed quite abruptly in the field near his house and had hid the parachute under the sand and foliage beneath the trees. She had removed her jumping gear and shoved it under the sand before straightening her clothes. She could not see the remaining members of her team and remembered that she had seen no member of her team jump after her. She knew what her mission was anyway: look for and then report Manas once she had identified him. She had headed towards the house and found the household in great agitation and fuss, celebrating a marriage. 

Without further warning, she had been whisked into the cohort and had become part of the celebration. With her local clothes on, nobody suspected her of any ulterior motive than just the wedding celebration. She had looked around for Manas and identified him sitting next to the bride. She looked at the wristwatch with the small camera, but the camera place seemed damaged. She had turned it nevertheless towards Manas and the bride, hoping that the camera would transmit the images of Manas to her team in the airplane that seemed to have vanished in the skies. 

They probably will come back after viewing the images sent by her camera she had thought. She had sunk into a small couch next to several other women and joined the celebrations, keen to keep her identity safe. Manas had walked over towards her, his smile engaging and charming like she was told it would be. Her boss had predicted accurately that she would be Manas’ type and that this would lead him to bring his guard down. Manas had bowed towards her, with his hand extended, inviting her to dance alongside him like the Muslims in Cameroon did. She had stood up and had slowly been taken by the banter and the dance and almost forgotten what she had come here to do.

She looked back at the Thames and threw a stone in it, watching the ripples grow as the water was displaced by the impact. One of the images that haunted her mind was Manas standing in front of the policemen in Cameroon where she had taken him, and he had not fled. He was free now, walking sometimes in the streets of London when he needed to but all she could think of was the Manas in chains in Cameroon smiling at her, with his followers at his side. She realized that the only reason Manas was free now was because some policemen in Cameroon admired his jihadism and one of them had released him making use of the lax state of security in Cameroonian prisons. 

Her story with Manas had been a very controversial one when her boss realized that she was actually falling in love with the man she was supposed to bring to justice. She had been demoted and was no longer on the anti-terrorist team so she resigned and joined the private sector. She thought back to how the story had evolved. It seemed so long ago now while it had only been 6 months since she had first met him. She remembered how he had reached out to her when he had first got out of prison. She had wondered how he had found her in London as she was not on the phonebook and not a registered voter. She threw another stone in the Thames and realized that it was raining, making more ripples than with just her stone. Her love story with Manas had begun in a very strange way so it was probably just as well that it could lead to strange things. She let her mind drift…
Amr Diab - Osad Einy

Of Love’s impression

Of Love’s impression

2 March 2017

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Dejection

The unworthy choice

The healers

Light dealers

Taking a step into pain

Miss taking on rain

 

Projection

Untimely intent

Choose afresh

Break the mesh

Be not mermaids of the old

Heart forever cold

 

Injection

Suffuse your wane frames

Quit the games

Played in Thames

We the River put to flames

Of Love’s impression

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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But The World Goes ‘Round – Liza Minnelli

All The Way – Liza Minnelli

The Man I Love (New York, New York) – Liza Minnelli

Shells of Flames

Shells of Flames

5 August 2016

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In glory we set the purpose of Flames

The battlefield signed with blood of the hosts

The hearts we forget in thrill of the games

The endless confined by flags that mind posts

 

Now laden regret the tears of the Thames

For the bodies lined the conquests one boasts

Hearts aid and abet the hand that them maims

A closure to fret horizon of ghosts

 

Pray tell me now clear where do rivers flow

When thick with the blood they ravage valleys

I harbour no fear of underground glow

 

Oncoming the flood of tears that we know

The hearts that we smear in night-clad alleys

Shells of Flames in bud that silent we grow

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Back to You – Brett Anderson & Emmanuelle Seigner