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Pratham Delhi Education Initiative (NGO)

Delhi
CHILDREN'S CONTRIBUTIONS

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A TERRORIST

By Rohini J.R. (X-B)

Tomorrow, Madonna is going to give a concert somewhere in Europe and I am going to die. I know about the thousands of people I am going to take down with me, but somehow that doesn’t seem real. All I can think about is Madonna singing, ‘Material Girl’. I don’t even like that song. I suppose that at times of extreme stress, the mind just breaks down.
I look at my reflection in the mirror but do not recognise it. Am I really this normal, sane-looking girl? And tomorrow, when I am gone, no one will know that I ever existed. I don’t even have a child to pass on my legacy of ‘me’. So, being a human being and therefore an egotist of sorts, I would like to leave this behind as a record of my existence. I don’t have much hope that it will be read, but if it is, I hope the reader can empathise, if not sympathise with me.
I was born and brought up in a nomadic tribe in Afghanistan as a good Muslim girl. I had too much work to do to think about whether I was happy or not. I wasn’t unhappy, but is happiness merely the lack of unhappiness?
I was married off at the age of 13. I disliked my husband, but did not feel trapped, because under his protection, I was educated. I had a rather eccentric teacher who taught me to speak English, a skill which although useless then, was soon to be put to good use.
Then famine struck. The American sanctions made our lives miserable. I watched the members of my family drop dead one by one, of disease and starvation. They were all gone in a year. I was all alone, and angry as hell. Then, a Muslim fundamentalist group came along. My anger made me an ideal recruit. I was sent to America and trained as a pilot for TWA passenger flights.
Tomorrow is the day I have been trained for. The thought of what will happen tomorrow has given me the strength to struggle through all these years. Tomorrow I will go to work as usual. Gossip with my co-pilot, as usual. Take off, as usual. Then I will fly my plane into the White House, killing the President of the United States of America, among others. Hardly as usual.
For almost five years, I have been waiting for this with breathless anticipation. But now, just a day before zero hour, I am beginning to have doubts. I hate all Americans who eat good food and deliberately starve us to death. It is this hate that has motivated me, that has kept me alive. I don’t believe in my cause, even in my God. What God could let all this happen to me? I am told by my fellow terrorists that if I martyr myself for their cause I will enjoy eternity in heaven. I am not such a misguided fool as to believe them. But I envy them. At least they have their belief to cling to. I have only my hate. But will my hate really help me, in the end?

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