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Submitted by Jack McCallum (View user info) at 2005-11-04 17:11:25 EST
Allahtown (1) http://www.ubersite.com/m/75396
Allahtown (2) http://www.ubersite.com/m/75779
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Allahtown (4) http://www.ubersite.com/m/76946
Allahtown (5) http://www.ubersite.com/m/77966
ALLAHTOWN
(6)
Latrine duty was the worst.
The toilet seats had to be removed, and the steel waste containers below had to be hauled up and emptied into bigger waste containers on the back of a truck.
Splashes and spills were ugly.
Once the container on the truck had a full load the vehicle was taken just outside the fences, where another truck would pull up. The second truck, usually belonging to an independent waste removal company, would run hoses into the camp truck, pump out all the effluvia, and take it away.
The waste company could have easily run hoses right into the latrines, but that would render latrine duty just another job, and not a punishment.
Samir felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned quickly, his face white with rage.
Hanif smiled when he saw the bruises on Samir's face.
"Your anger is fierce," the old man said. "You must let Allah guide that anger to a righteous cause."
Samir saw the old man, and his underling Da'ud. They were carrying shovels, coming from or going to a job. He also saw two governors sitting in folding chairs not far away, watching them closely. He turned away, struggling with the weight of a steel container filled nearly to the brim with a foul sludge.
"We have heard that your wife is in the other camp," Da'ud said. "And your child. Join us. If we grow strong enough we can all be free, and take revenge on these—"
"Infidels?" Samir laughed. "I'm an infidel as well, remember?"
Hanif shook his head. "You have the blood, the..." He went on in Arabic and Da'ud translated.
"You have the birthright. You have been led astray. Return to Allah and fight with us. We can all be free."
Samir paused. If he really could get Ana and Johnny out of the women's camp, maybe they could run. Maybe they could start over, somewhere else. Could he really leave his kid in a place like this?
But... what if things went wrong? What if True and the others in charge punished Ana and his son? What would he do then?
Da'ud started to speak again, but he was roughly shoved aside.
"Why don't you boys just fuck off now?"
It was Yusif. Samir hadn't seen him in weeks.
Hanif started yelling in Arabic, and Yusif gave him the finger.
"Kiss my puckered American ass, you old turd."
The old man gestured to his young follower, and they went away, cursing quietly.
"Hit me," Yusif whispered.
"Beat it, Joe," Samir said, lifting the heavy container free of its niche and setting it on the ground. "Just leave me alone."
Yusif kicked at the container. A tongue of brown rose out of the container and splashed across Samir's shoes.
The governors pulled themselves out of their folding chairs.
Samir clenched his fists. "I said leave me the fuck alone."
Yusif reached out and gave him a shove, and Samir took a swing. Yusif ducked the punch and rammed his shoulder into Samir's chest, knocking both of them to the ground.
"Stay away from those fundamentalist assholes," Yusif said, as the governors broke into a run.
"Get the fuck off of me!"
"Something's not right, kid. Watch yourself."
The governors separated them and dragged Samir away.
Yusif stared in disbelief. "Hell, I started it!"
He was ignored.
*
Samir came awake when he felt a hand on his chin. He was strapped to a chair in an interrogation cell. He opened his eyes and saw one of his teeth lying on the concrete floor. He looked up and saw Da'ud.
"Drink, brother."
Samir felt a tin cup touch his lips. The cup held cold water. He drank.
A governor Samir did not know was standing by the open door. "Hurry the fuck up," the guard said. "What the hell are you doing, wiping the camel shit off his dick?"
Da'ud looked over his shoulder at the guard. "The doctor said this interrogation is over. This man is to receive water, and then rest."
The guard shrugged, and looked out into the hall.
Da'ud touched Samir's face. "I do not hate you, brother. I only wish you could see the truth. The infidels are killing you. The process is slow, but you will not last a year. Who will do your duty then, the duty of protecting your wife and son?"
Samir watched Da'ud step away, and leave the cell.
His mind wandered. Things would go dark, and then he would find himself staring at the tooth lying on the floor. This cycle repeated itself a few times until he was released from the chair and tossed into a nearby cell. There was a thin, stained mattress on the floor. Samir dropped onto it.
Just as he was about to fall into sleep a harsh voice called out on the other side of the steel door.
"Hey fuckhead. Check out this shit."
A photograph was slipped under the door. Samir rolled, reached. He grabbed the photo and eased himself back onto the mattress.
It took him over a minute to realize what he was looking at. His first thought was that someone had torn a page out of a porn mag. He was looking at a pair of tits, and a hand.
The woman in the photo nearly filled the frame, naked from navel to neck. One breast was obscured as it was being lifted and squeezed by a large hand. A man's hand. The other breast was completely exposed. There were two small moles on the edge of the large, dark nipple, one on top and one near the bottom.
"Seven o'clock," Samir said to himself.
He used to joke with Ana that her left breast looked like the world's most exciting timepiece. The moles on the edge of her nipple seemed to be indicating seven o'clock.
Samir studied the photo carefully, but it was impossible to be sure if it really was Ana, or who the man was.
Still... what were the odds?
His heart gave a jolt, and the rage that was being kept at bay by uncertainty bloomed within him. In one lower corner of the photo, behind the woman and hazy with distance was a chair. In the chair was a small form, the mouth a dark hole.
Johnny. They made Johnny sit and watch... whatever was done to Ana.
Samir tore the photo into small pieces and then curled up on the mattress, feeling the tickle of tears running across his face.
If he saw Da'ud or Hanif again, He would be ready for them.
*
True was sitting at his desk and reviewing notes on the current operation when he sat up straight and frowned.
All the reports indicated everything was going well, but a memo from ISS headquarters was troubling. The assessor read the memo twice and then shredded it, seeing the words 'American Civil Liberties Union Criminal Investigation Bureau' disappear into the machine.
"Too late," he said softly. "Nothing will stop what is coming. A new America is just around the corner."
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Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2006-01-07 00:07:55 EST (#)
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Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2005-11-19 14:23:09 EST (#)
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To offset the French ass.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2005-11-16 20:01:49 EST (#)
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amazing, keep it up
I like nazi authors
Submitted by sideshow (user info) at 2005-11-08 15:06:31 EST (#)
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Amazing. I only wish that there were more to read....But keep 'em coming!! Always a pleasure to read stories this good.
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2005-11-05 17:24:44 EST (#)
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Submitted by StonedSilly (user info) at 2005-11-05 11:29:05 EST (#)
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do me a favor and email me when the next installation comes, as i don't check uber much anymore.
harmlessness.at.gmail.com
or if you have aim, my screenname is kon.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2005-11-05 10:46:19 EST (#)
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Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-11-04 20:38:23 EST (#)
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Fella says you could maybe get published, I was expecting a link to the book.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-11-04 20:28:44 EST (#)
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Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-11-04 19:01:10 (#)
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Dig up that link, Jack
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Link?
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2005-11-04 19:18:04 EST (#)
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ALL of your fiction should be published. As I suggested once
or twice in the past, find a literary agent to sell you to
the publishers.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-11-04 19:01:10 EST (#)
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Dig up that link, Jack
Submitted by Axtumanu (user info) at 2005-11-04 18:56:41 EST (#)
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Man, I wish these were released closer together than once a weel. Absolutely amazing! You might be able to get this published even.
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2005-11-04 18:48:38 EST (#)
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It works on any Ayatollah! Ayatollah Nakhbadeh, Ayatollah Zahedi ... Even
as we speak, Ayatollah Razmara and his cadre of fanatics are consolidating
their power!
-- Homer Simpson
Two Bad Neighbors
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-11-04 17:54:47 EST (#)
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Marge: Maybe it'll turn out that he was innocent all along.
Homer: Earth to Marge. Earth to Marge. I was there ... the clown's
G-I-L-L-T-Y.
Krusty Gets Busted
Submitted by hcp28 (user info) at 2005-11-04 17:29:34 EST (#)
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It is all becoming clear. Of course....
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-11-04 17:20:31 EST (#)
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