The death sciences

The death sciences

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During a clandestine meeting in the old city of Jerusalem, not far from the holy shrines to Islam, Christianity and Judaism; Samir Mashrawee is persuaded in a sophisticated brainwash procedure to murder his ex rector in the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, and thus gain the right to become a member in a terror organization. The story is told through Samir's viewpoint, a Palestinian youth who lives in Sylowan, an Arab village at the outskirts of Jerusalem. After the war of 1967 Sylowan was annexed to the state of Israel, its habitants became Israeli citizens. Thus Samir carries a blue identity card and is entitled to work in Israel and study in its academic institutes. He is a tall good-looking youth, and his appearance does not reveal his Arab origin. His social connections during his studies at the Hebrew University were mainly with his compatriots, the few Israeli Arab students and with Ghill, the Israeli student with whom he shares an apartmentRight after slaying his ex rector, he is whisked to the southern resort region of Tabba near Eilat, on Egyptian soil; by two organization members, Leila and Taher, an Israeli Arab taxi driver. According to their cover story Leila is his just wed bride, and they are on their way to their honeymoon. He spends about a week with Leila at the luxurious five stars Hilton hotel at Tabba. The fact that their relationship is a cover story, and the fact that Leila in on her way to wed her fiancé, who is a prominent P.L.O leader, does not impede Samir from raping her, on the first opportunity he has, when they are left alone in their luxurious suite. A week later, on reaching Cairo he parts with Leila, who proceeds to her awaiting fiancé in Tunisia. According to clandestine rules he has to keep away from the P.L.O. offices and await instructions. As the whole operation including his rescue, has been executed not long ago and in haste; his compatriots in Cairo are eager to get rid of him. They fear the Mossad long vindictive arm, and send him on a roundabout course to Amsterdam, to join the local P.L.O group over there. His arrival causes mistrust and alarm among the small group members Thus they decide to send him on to the London group - that group's lack in manpower is well known. Samir lands in Heathrow Airport and meets Karim, that was chosen to be his operator and becomes Samir's trusted comrade. In London Samir hopes to pursue his academic studies; but things change in a very drastic manner, when he is suspected of being an Israeli, a spying mole inside their organization.

Summary

During a
clandestine meeting in the old city of Jerusalem, not far from the holy shrines
to Islam, Christianity and Judaism; Samir Mashrawee is persuaded in a
sophisticated brainwash procedure to murder his ex rector in the Hebrew
University of Jerusalem, and thus gain the right to become a member in a terror
organization.

The story
is told through Samir's viewpoint, a Palestinian youth who lives in Sylowan, an
Arab village at the outskirts of Jerusalem. After the war of 1967 Sylowan was
annexed to the state of Israel, its habitants became Israeli citizens. Thus
Samir carries a blue identity card and is entitled to work in Israel and study
in its academic institutes. He is a tall good-looking youth, and his appearance
does not reveal his Arab origin. His social connections during his studies at
the Hebrew University were mainly with his compatriots, the few Israeli Arab
students and with Ghill, the Israeli student with whom he shares an apartmentRight
after slaying his ex rector, he is whisked to the southern resort region of Tabba
near Eilat, on Egyptian soil; by two organization members, Leila and Taher, an
Israeli Arab taxi driver. According to their cover story Leila is his just wed
bride, and they are on their way to their honeymoon. He spends about a week
with Leila at the luxurious five stars Hilton hotel at Tabba. The fact that
their relationship is a cover story, and the fact that Leila in on her way to
wed her fiancé, who is a prominent P.L.O leader, does not impede Samir from
raping her, on the first opportunity he has, when they are left alone in their
luxurious suite. A week later, on reaching Cairo he parts with Leila, who
proceeds to her awaiting fiancé in Tunisia.

According
to clandestine rules he has to keep away from the P.L.O. offices and await
instructions. As the whole operation including his rescue, has been executed
not long ago and in haste; his compatriots in Cairo are eager to get rid of
him. They fear the Mossad long vindictive arm, and send him on a roundabout
course to Amsterdam, to join the local P.L.O group over there. His arrival
causes mistrust and alarm among the small group members Thus they decide to
send him on to the London group - that group's lack in manpower is well known.
Samir lands in Heathrow Airport and meets Karim, that was chosen to be his
operator and becomes Samir's trusted comrade. In London Samir hopes to pursue
his academic studies; but things change in a very drastic manner, when he is
suspected of being an Israeli, a spying mole inside their organization.



Chapter1 (v.1) - The death sciences

Author Chapter Note

During a clandestine meeting in the old city of Jerusalem, not far from the holy shrines to Islam, Christianity and Judaism; Samir Mashrawee is persuaded in a sophisticated brainwash procedure to murder his ex rector in the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, and thus gain the right to become a member in a terror organization. The story is told through Samir's viewpoint, a Palestinian youth who lives in Sylowan, an Arab village at the outskirts of Jerusalem. After the war of 1967 Sylowan was annexed to the state of Israel, its habitants became Israeli citizens. Thus Samir carries a blue identity card and is entitled to work in Israel and study in its academic institutes. He is a tall good-looking youth, and his appearance does not reveal his Arab origin. His social connections during his studies at the Hebrew University were mainly with his compatriots, the few Israeli Arab students and with Ghill, the Israeli student with whom he shares an apartmentRight after slaying his ex rector, he is whisked to the southern resort region of Tabba near Eilat, on Egyptian soil; by two organization members, Leila and Taher, an Israeli Arab taxi driver. According to their cover story Leila is his just wed bride, and they are on their way to their honeymoon. He spends about a week with Leila at the luxurious five stars Hilton hotel at Tabba. The fact that their relationship is a cover story, and the fact that Leila in on her way to wed her fiancé, who is a prominent P.L.O leader, does not impede Samir from raping her, on the first opportunity he has, when they are left alone in their luxurious suite. A week later, on reaching Cairo he parts with Leila, who proceeds to her awaiting fiancé in Tunisia. According to clandestine rules he has to keep away from the P.L.O. offices and await instructions. As the whole operation including his rescue, has been executed not long ago and in haste; his compatriots in Cairo are eager to get rid of him. They fear the Mossad long vindictive arm, and send him on a roundabout course to Amsterdam, to join the local P.L.O group over there. His arrival causes mistrust and alarm among the small group members Thus they decide to send him on to the London group - that group's lack in manpower is well known. Samir lands in Heathrow Airport and meets Karim, that was chosen to be his operator and becomes Samir's trusted comrade. In London Samir hopes to pursue his academic studies; but things change in a very drastic manner, when he is suspected of being an Israeli, a spying mole inside their organization.

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THE DEATH SCIENCES

 

HAIM KADMAN

 

The plot of this book "The death sciences" is a work of fiction, and is a product of the author's imagination. The protagonist and the different, characters names, and the plot's background descriptions are fictitious; any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or places are coincidental.

 

Copyright © Haim Kadman 2013 – all rights reserved.

 

 

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was Leila who initiated conversation. ‘Tell me all there is about your relatives, those whom I don't know yet properly.’ She could attend to her meal quietly, without uttering a single word, but she too was bothered with their mutual near future together, quite disturbed as a matter of fact. In choosing that particular issue she hoped to soften him a bit and chase away at the same time the threats of illusionary or real dangers, which menaced her out of just keeping company with such a man – a total stranger whom she hardly knows. These thoughts ran through her mind. Considering the few facts I already know about him, which are horrifying...! That good-looking young man must be an extremely dangerous type. Hadn't he murder a man that very morning!  True enough he did kill an enemy, or I’d rather say he did exterminate one. But I surely would have felt much safer, if Taher or any other male escort would have continued to keep our company through the entire journey… She kept thinking worried still.

‘I'm sorry you haven't met my two sisters yet, my dear one.’ He opened up his tale, mixing existing facts with fiction, half-truth mingled with sheer imagination. As if it was not at all their first conversation on the matter, as if she really had met with most of his kin. ‘…You would fall for them, I'm sure of it – you would find the way to each other's heart without the slightest delay. But why, we may pay them a visit at the end of our vacation!’ He added enthusiastically.

‘Do tell me more about them first of all.’ She reminded him much encouraged, pleased with the quick cooperation, which grew between them already. Things seemed to run smoothly under her control, without Samir's notice of course – and besides, they enjoyed their food all that while, the luxurious service in that fabulous hotel. Samir was entertaining her with his tale unfolding more and more true details about himself. But no harm was done they were among their brothers on Egyptian soil, Allah be praised. He should not be so straightforward of course; she too does not have to know too much about him, according to the "pro's" code! But never mind, I'll never see him again, two days from now; and above all he doesn't seem to be fit for clandestine activity. He’s too conspicuous, too attractive, and thus there is no need to worry. She assured herself. Listening on she learned that Samir's father and his three brothers were living in Kuwait – there they worked for a living, for the last eighteen years. Samir who was very young when they had already left, could not even remember how they looked like; and had very little to tell about them. His two sisters on the other hand, due to their being married, ceased to be an integral part of the family; having moved to their husbands homes, cutting their old family ties almost entirely. While he the youngest one stayed with his mother, living on the little which was sent to them from Kuwait every year.

The warm atmosphere, the rich tasty food, the background music and the attentiveness Leila showed in listening to him – correlated well with his sensitive feelings; his recent grief over his forced and furtive parting from his country was swept away, to be replaced in fact by a sense of elation. Thus in a swift change to euphoria almost, Samir started to describe in detail bits out of his personal life, which have contradicted entirely his present identity of a young Nazarene.

Alarmed and pale Leila sat erect in her chair, but all the warnings she tried to send did not reach him. Luckily enough the meal was reaching its end, coffee was poured in tiny cups, and taking advantage of the short pause, she interrupted his too long monologue remarking mischievously: ‘Shall we spend the afternoon at the swimming pool? We won't have a second chance to do it, since we leave tomorrow.’

‘Why yes, that's a good idea!’ Answered Samir surprised, realizing with a sudden disappointment, his error.  But right at that moment appeared one of the reception's employees; its manager in fact as they learned a few seconds later – carrying in both his hands the huge hotel's guest register.

‘With your permission sir,’ he turned humbly to Samir. ‘Will you please fill in your personal details, sir!’  He added putting down the open register beside Samir's coffee cup, offering him his pen. ‘Your luggage sir...’ He kept informing Samir, who was already scribbling the wanted details down ‘…have been already brought up, to the finest suite the hotel's management could offer you. The balcony sir overlooks the hotel's swimming pool and the seashore of course. The view from your suite is breathtaking sir... Here is your key sir, and we do hope you will enjoy every moment of your stay in our hotel.’

That was just the opening to a torrent of blessings and flattery, while Samir was pondering hard over the register – trying to remember all the details he had to scribble in; but the reception's manager went on talking, wishing them time and again, a happy vacation – expressing his hopes to render them the hotel's services beyond the limits of a single night’s stay. Finally with signing the register, the small ceremony was over.

Tipping generously the reception's manager and leaving some more on the table, for the trio which served them – Samir and Leila rose to their feet and left for the elevator, through hails of effusive thanks and blessings.

‘You are squandering money, the organization's money!’ Leila reproached him, as soon as they crossed the restaurant's threshold on their way out. ‘It’s the organization's budget where that money comes from, and it had been accumulated through many hardships. You shouldn't have tipped them yet; it would have been much preferable to tip them tomorrow before leaving, and not with such extravagance!’

Though she was a few years older than himself, it did not justify that conceited behavior of hers. He thought watching her, as they walked side by side.

She is treating me as if I were her inferior! That's simply unbearable! He concluded angrily to himself. She is challenging my manhood! When I was just twelve years of age, my mother had already obeyed me! But do not I hold our money!  Wasn't it given to me? Who the hell does she thinks she is? She might have had some experience, which she could have gained as a bystander mostly! All right, she does look a few years older, but could anyone compare the several years or so of her service, the sum of all her activities with my immense contribution to the organization on this morning alone! Didn't I risk my own life? Isn’t my success the small crack that would topple the whole dam? Won't my courageous deed be a model of heroism to many others, who would follow in my wake? Well it won't take long now... He consoled himself. I’ll cut her down to her right size. ‘But we come of well reputed and wealthy families, or am I wrong?’ He asked her feigning surprise.

‘That's right! But as we all know wealthy people never squander their money, otherwise they wouldn't have ever become rich, and can't you see!’ She answered rather resolutely.

I must curb her bursts of too energetic initiative. She’s becoming an unbearable nuisance! He thought with much effort to curb his own sudden fury. He must put an end to it, he concluded decisively. He must remind her in some way, the true role of the humble Arabic woman. To avoid the sudden development of an unpleasant scene, he kept quiet and thus they did not exchange any more words between them during the ride in the elevator.

This kind of armistice went on during the quick mutual survey they did of their suite – side by side. They passed without a word the living room, had a quick look at the bedroom with its annexed bathroom – and went out to the vast balcony adjoining the suite's two rooms. There they stood watching the hotel's huge garden with its swimming pool and the sea shore not far off; leaning forward on the black painted railing, looking down on it from their suite's heights

‘Have you noticed the two gorillas who were standing under the open shack, before we crossed the border?’ He asked her, bringing forth their mutual area of interest, reminding her of their mutual cause, just to regain her faith and stop the unpleasant silence that embarrassed both of them

‘Yes I've seen them, so what?’ She answered in a show of bored indifference. Her scornful nonchalance, had in fact given away her hidden anxieties being alone in Samir's company.

‘They weren't there by sheer coincidence, were they?’ He went on stubbornly. He was not going to let her keep on those aloof airs, nor was he ready to accept that superficial view of hers upon a serious matter.  

‘No it’s no coincidence, you are quite right.’ She answered in the same indifferent tone.

‘Shabac agents aren’t they?’

‘It seems so but who knows? They might be customs’ agents, just as well, looking for smugglers. But their unusual size didn't leave much doubt as to who they might be.’ She answered with much more ease this time.

Another obvious clue that he himself did notice, was an old and dusty van that had been parked not too far off, with black opaque windows – just some two hours earlier it was… That van with its screened black windows did scare him a bit, at this very moment. The possibility that the two of them had been recorded either on tape or on film was too cruel to think of, too harsh, too frightening to consider it coldly. Thus he did not dare to discuss it with Leila, for fear she might admit the existence of such a possibility.

‘Why did they expose themselves than, did they try to scare us?’

 ‘Well yes that's one aspect of that issue; they're exposed on purpose, to deter smuggling and subversive activity, which they do fear so much. But don't refer to them as to two dumb scarecrows, don't you make such an error; just because they don't look so bright, or they don't seem as dangerous as their undercover agents; and some of them as you must know, prowl right in our midst!’ She added with an emphasized mysterious note, entertaining the hope of tightening their mutual interests, by making him understand – reminding him the threat that overhangs above both their heads. And thus make him realize their mutual dependence upon each other and of course her own experience in those matters, which would serve them both.

‘So, we can definitely conclude they weren't put there as a reaction to the morning events, which are connected with our operation!’ He remarked bringing forth indirectly his own deeds, praising himself unconsciously; and above all, trying to contradict the hidden threats she managed to evoke, while he was seeking appeasement. But why bother! He thought suddenly, impatient with it all. Didn't I accomplish my task successfully!  Didn't we cross the border into safety, under the scrutinizing eyes of that pair of big Jews?

‘All right! Just to make a few matters clear to you,’ she declared with unexpected bitterness, which he could not yet understand its cause. ‘There are plans which are cancelled, and there are operations that never take place...!  On the other hand there are solitary successful hits, which their execution causes the exposure and fall of many active cells… There are times for instance, when wholesome cadres are caught... or fall apart – as a result of an easy and successful hit! Thus the whole organization is devastated, and the few lucky members who aren't caught are scattered over the whole globe – beaten and paralyzed, who knows for how long. There were times when renewal and reorganization were needed, up to a restart from the very beginning! Thus a life work of many members, accompanied with all its hardships after having been carried along for years, is endangered with total loss!  And sometimes it’s eventually lost, just because of a handful of irresponsible individuals!’  

This heated monologue was carried out in one breath almost, to chase away once and for all, the fears which he evoked in her; and put an end to his repeated mental efforts to challenge her undeniable seniority, to subdue her to his will – and thus ignore her professional experience.

 

Samir was not hurt by her heated monologue. On the contrary, he was very impressed by her wisdom. He knew quite well, that if there had been a presence of a third party she would not have been as frank and direct as she had to be, at that instant.  No, she would not have exchanged her views with him at all. She belonged apparently to the other side, to the opposition. She must have been no doubt to those who were against the leading group's policy. Among those that opposed the ruling policy of the organization, which advocates violence at its extreme degree. The bitter frustration which had so unexpectedly been intertwined in her heated argument exposed without the slightest doubt her negative approach, to events and operations similar to the one he did experience on that same morning. In the heat of argument so to speak, she revealed to him every weakness she had, though she was not aware to it, or worse, could not help it. The apprehension his presence caused her must have driven her into it. The fact she joined the operation unwillingly is not a supposition then. I won’t be surprised if the whole affair is causing her humiliation. He went on thinking with much interest. She was not whisked away herself; there was no imminent danger that could risk her. She was simply needed to complete his cover story, as his newly wedded bride. Now then, that matter of her betrothal if it includes any truth in it at all? If it was her wish to join her fiancée, that made her agree to be part of my rescue team… She wouldn't be this bitter, would she? He told himself amused by his own revelations. Her engagement it seems, is quite dubious, or simply her insurance policy! "Ya habibty" (my dear) you're in my hands, for better or worse! He concluded to himself gaily.

‘Didn't you wish to give the swimming pool a try?’ He reminded her.  

‘It depends... she said and hastened to explain. ‘...If our luggage includes bathing suits... Well let’s get in and check it.’ She added smiling assuming all her courage, turning to the bedroom's door. Samir followed her inside without delay.

‘We have to check the suitcase contents anyhow, for we must change for dinner – you in particular.’  She added with emphasize, sending him a sidelong captivating smile. ‘I'll better check the luggage myself.’ She suggested, changing her mind. ‘Wait for me in the living room; it won't take more than a couple of minutes.’

‘I'll stretch my limbs a bit if you don't mind, I'm simply exhausted.’ He muttered while he took off his shoes and sprawled himself lazily backwards, on the broad double bed.

Leila was already rummaging impatiently, through the contents of the open suitcase.  ‘Here it is!’ She declared proudly, pulling out a one-piece feminine bathing suit. She raised it with both her hands before her eyes, pleased with its shape, with its silvery shade, that was crossed diagonally with stripes of black green and red..

‘Don't tell me you haven't packed your own things yourself.’ He remarked casually.

 ‘Well as a matter of fact I haven't. I’ve left in a hurry, I had to, do I have to tell  you why? I'd to keep the watch dogs off my trail.’ She said with much ado.

‘Try it on then, use the bathroom.’ He told her as casually as he could, catching a glimpse of her worried face. ‘By the way, do I have one?’ He wondered aloud in the same casual tone.

‘Yes you have, and a very nice one with a matching beach gown.’ She noted smiling.

‘Oh very well,’ he answered with a faint smile, hardly audible. ‘Do me a favor take your time, I'll have a short nap meanwhile if you don't mind I’m terribly tired.’ These few words he added with half closed eyes already.

Taking her bathing suit Leila moved to the bathroom; standing on its threshold she gave him a furtive last look, before entering swiftly and locking its door behind her.

A few seconds hardly passed, and Samir rose and left the double bed with much alertness, reaching for the veranda's door with a quick step. Gaining the veranda won't save her. But to prevent futile skirmishes... He thought quite amused, Anyway, I'd better secure its door, we can't tolerate shameful scenes, scandals. Having secured it, he went over to the passage, between the suite's two rooms. To his own surprise he moved about very calmly – whatever he thought, considered or decided, was reached in complete tranquility. The reason behind it was perhaps Leila’s plain face. Or was it the fact that to screw her wasn't his utmost goal in life. But to miss such an opportunity, never! Wallahy, there isn't a key to the living room's door... He shut its door without locking it, and rushed back to fetch an armchair, to block any possible approach to it.

He had hardly put down the armchair, when the bathroom's door opened up squeaking noisily and Leila burst out of it, in a storm, charging forward in his direction. Bare foot, but fully dressed still she ran up to him with a heaving bosom, and disheveled hair.

 ‘My heart told me you were going to make a fool of yourself!’ She cried out gasping, raising an accusing forefinger to his face. Don't you dare to touch me, I warn you…!’

‘Ouskut,’ (shut up) He hushed her firmly and resolutely, though without raising his voice.

Her courage with which she faced him, that sort of “you won't dare to...” surprised him at first. Could it be the victim's unconscious yielding act – compelling the aggressor to react harshly... By cutting off all possible ways of retreat, for both sides of the fence?

‘Shut up!!!’ He repeated heatedly. ‘I'm your husband and you shall obey me!

 ‘I’ll jump to my death first, I'll commit suicide!’ She burst out in hysterical fervor.’

‘I might throw you down to your death myself, or strangle you in that bed with my own hands! That's my right as your husband, I can always claim I found out you weren't a virgin! You've no right to refuse me! Take your cloths off I am telling you!’ He hissed cursing her angrily.

‘I'm betrothed to another!’ She screamed desperately, gesticulating wildly, raising her hands before her, to keep him away. ‘They'll run you down like a mad dog... Do you know who my fiancée is? How powerful he is!’

The fear that distorted her plain features, her furtive movements, her readiness to flee aroused his scorn. Deprived of her high heel shoes she seemed so small and so miserably helpless. Without a second thought he raised his arm and slapped her face; with some restraint at the very last second but hard enough to inflame her cheek.

Incredulously she touched her inflicted cheek, staring at him with bulging out eyes and a mouth thrown wide agape – terror stricken. Her utmost fears seemed to have been realized. Turning her back to him she rushed to the safety of the bathroom. With just two long and swift strides he caught up with her, grasped her hair and pulled her towards the bed. Her hysterical screams and shrieks of pain, distress and sheer horror, only enhanced his resoluteness. Turning her about, he slapped her again on both her cheeks with his open palm and with the back of his same hand; pulling her head at the same time with the hand grasping her hair, off the ground almost – and that did it. She stopped shrieking and flapping her limbs, like a butchered hen.  Catching her by her waist, he threw her with all his might upon the wide bed.

Sprawled upon her back, covering her face with both the palms of her hands – she whimpered helplessly, with every limb in her body shaking. Samir was standing above her watching, uncertain – ready to beat her up again.

‘Undress, He ordered. ‘Take your rags off or I'll tear them off you! He ordered her once more, raising his voice impatiently. Obeying him right away, she sat up shedding tears, and emitting low continuous sobs – which were interrupted only by her irregular breathing; and with a lowered head she started to peel off her garments one by one –tears still streaming down her cheeks, while Samir kept watching her astounded. Neither her fair skin which was paler than her face, nor her firm breasts with her dark purplish nipples excited his lust – but her utter submission to his will did it; the submission of a born slave! She lay on her back again, her right arm covering her face, her black pubic hair protruding, just like a smallish isle amid the curving lines of her limbs. Unable to take his eyes off her naked body, he hurried to get rid off his own cloths, throwing them carelessly, in a heap beside him and rushed to her. Gripping her waist firmly, squeezing hard her soft flesh – he pulled her up to the edge of the bed, raised her knees and with swift and impatient sharp sequence of movements, stepped forward pushing himself between them. With eager spread fingers he grasped her rump and penetrated her lustfully. He was forcing his way in, hard, mercilessly – with swift deep thrusts, while his legs were well set on the floor. What a blazing reception... What a scorching furnace she has! He could not refrain from wondering at the unexpected bliss, grasped that easily – while he was plowing her deeper and deeper; pulling the dagger a bit out and pushing it back to the hilt in its hot wet sheath! Her heart told her...whispered to her... He thought with scorn, remembering the heated dialogue they had – watching her widening nostrils, her parted lips, her throat arteries blown up overflowed with her boiling blood; her firm breasts which he did not touch yet, raising and falling in  a swift rhythm. 

Her heart told her... Amused he turned the thought in his mind again. That she'll get it soon...Oh yes, she'll get screwed the tortured martyr! The organization's Jeanne D'Arc... One glimpse on her plain face is enough to extend the intercourse for some additional fifteen or twety minutes – praised be Allah, she covered that face of hers with her arm!

Right at that moment while still musing ironically, the urge of his lust was sweeping his senses, hastening wildly his waist movements and with a few more frenzied thrusts, he discharged his sperm inside her.Exhaling the air caught in his lungs, he crushed down on her prostrated body, laying his cheek on her firm breasts. Having retrieved his normal breathing again he raised on his elbows over her, rubbing his face against her hardening breasts, covering her dark purplish nipples with kisses. But she started to move under him with annoyance. Against his will he let her be and stood up erect, on the floor, towering above her prostrated body. She moved her limbs uneasily, lowered the arm that shielded her face and crawled with shut eyes to the center of the wide bed;  turning her back on him resting on her side, exposing her beautifully shaped longish rounded buttocks.

Does she really think her trials are over? Does she believe she is done with me? Or is she provoking my lust again, out of unconscious urge? What the hell! I’m going to screw her again, whether she wishes it or not!

Upon the bed he clambered with bended knees and lay besides her, clinging to her soft warm body; embracing her round belly with one hand, and crawling under greedily toward her breasts with the other. Caressing her flesh and squeezing it slightly with his palms. ‘Enough let me be...’ She wept beseechingly, as if she was trying to evoke his pity.  You righteous bitch, you hypocrite! Once more her weakness rekindled his lust! Gripping her thigh with one hand, he raised it in the air and zealously, invaded her body again. She moaned loudly feigning feeble efforts to tear away from him, while he was storming her with exigency, rushing desperately towards an unattainable yet climax. Exhausted once more he at last gave up his futile efforts – but did not withdraw, and kept on clinging to her smooth and warm body, clutching her with his arms.

Leila did not dare to stir or utter a single word, she was breathing hard, and excitedly it seemed – awaiting expectantly to his next assault on her senses.

I’ve tamed her at last... He thought pleased with himself smelling her skin scent, kissing her neck and shoulders tenderly; arousing gradually his passion and once more he was moving back and forth inside her – plowing her laboriously, endeavoring to reach an evasive climax, on and on… Till at last it was attained and was over with.  Satisfied but nearly out of breath he was lying motionless beside her – a bit surprised though how exhausted he was. What’s wrong with me, I hardly screwed her twice – am I that tired?

A few moments passed and Leila's regular breathing and relaxed body caused his own drowsiness.  In full daylight that filled their bedroom he fell asleep, embracing Leila's body.

She'll never escape her dreadful fate, the suffering and humiliation shared by everyone of her own sex, in the Arab world – these were her final thoughts and conclusion at that hour.

The fact she succumbed to her beastly lust, and indeed reached orgasm several times – augmented her humiliation. She hadn't take any chances at least, and took the pill before leaving She had had her notions, knew what unexpected hardships she might encounter. In any case she won't reach her fiancée, with Samir's or some other stranger's slug in her breach – developing into a living time bomb! Praised be Allah she was cautious and had the sense to take it. Samir, young and daring as he is but still inexperienced, does not believe it seems she's engaged to be married. If he only knew her fiancée’s name… Why didn’t I tell him…? But why should he believe me isn't my engagement fictitious, a fallacy, which doesn't differ much from my "marriage" to Samir…?  Releasing her emotions completely, yielding to self pity, she gave herself up to another sudden tide of tears. I’m older than Samir with five years at least, more experienced – a real veteran that's what I’m; and that punk of twenty-one or twenty two years at most, had to trample my pride – rape me as if I was some ignorant country girl – a "fallach's” (farmer) daughter, in some remote and retarded village or some shepherdess in some Bedouin enclosure, keeping goats in a god forsaken desert... Aren't I a graduate of the London school of economics, a diplomaed master – and am not I at least as intelligent as he is or even much more? Well that’s my cursed and unlucky fate... But if on the other hand, she was ordered to marry Samir, things could have been completely different. She would have adjusted herself to him, she would have behaved accordingly, and would have found without any doubt, the right way to his heart! Allah acbar...! What a fate, what a lousy fate...! 

During her years of study in London, she served as a secretary to the chairman of the organization's office there. She was still a virgin than, although she had a few dates with some foreign students. One of them a tall Swede had dated her several times, but it all summed up in a few harmless hugs and kisses. Her boss who was at about the age of her own father, raped her on his desk in the office, at lunch break – in a bizarre nightmarish frenzy, with most of their cloths on; ridding her off her virginity, and that took place on her first week at the office... Could she term that episode as a rape? Or was it the loyalty and deep respect she had for him, which made her yield – while he took advantage of it and she couldn't resist... She was stunned, awe stricken. He did release her from a heavy burden one might say, but in fact she was doomed! Who could have agreed to marry her... People guessed, her boss must have bragged behind her back in some way or another. She feared him so much at that time, and in her bewilderment moved to his flat, as he wished her to – and thus became his mistress as well, submitting in a fit of masochism time and again, to his perverse demands, so naive and weak was she.

To her good fortune, he was soon fed up with her. That was at about the end of her first academic year. Some foreign beauty took his fancy; an Irish wench a bit older than herself; but with a pair of green eyes, a cascade of curly red hair falling down to her shoulders and of course, with a very light complexion, that milky white skin so typical to redheads. Her boss it seemed had fallen in love or was infatuated with his new discovery! She had hardly seen him in the office or at the luxurious flat – which she kept on sharing with him. He spent most of his time in the love nest, he had hired for his new love at the ‘Savoy’ – and left Leila with the luxurious flat all for herself and with the office duties as well! She did an excellent job at the office, had a clear head for her exam's – and right after having graduated and getting her degree; he sent her in haste back to Nazareth, to her father's home. She wasn't active from that time on up to this event, when she was called to take part in Samir's rescue operation. She herself was bound to continue her journey afterwards to her fiancée. To whom her ex boss had chosen for her, to redeem her from shame and disgrace... Her would-be redeemer was one of the senior active members who served her ex-boss sometime in the past, and had still very close ties with him. He was about to leave for one of the European countries; and was promoted as reward to his loyalty. Leila was part of that deal. But her marriage to him which was irrevocable was meant to activate her as his reliable aide in the first place; and as an available sexual tool; or rather as a human sexual tensions relief. In short she was supposed to keep him from mischief, make sure by her own presence at his side that he won't get caught in some honey trap; and thus get exposed to threats or blackmail, by the organization's foes. That is what she is expected then to call life, future, fate – the possibility to become an influential figure, who would have a share in shaping her own people's destiny.

Thus having released herself of her frustration she cried silently on, letting her tears flow down her cheeks..

But what am I complaining about? She asked herself with wonder in a second thought, bracing herself, regaining her good reason. Why should I indulge in self-pity? Didn't Samir bestow me with happiness, once in my dreary life! Wasn't that young man beside me, the only lover I ever had? What a fool am I? She reproached herself. Why not live the moment, why not enjoy the chance, the opportunity fallen in my lap? In a couple of days we'll have to part, and who knows if we'll ever meet again. In two days time she'll be on her way to her spouse, who she hadn’t meet or know yet; the little she did know about him, didn't seem to encourage her at all. He was in his mid forties, short and stubby, that is what she heard and knew. Samir on the other hand, was young, vigorous and so handsome! It must have been the bits of information our contact man furnished us with, which terrified me so – god forbid! I was hysterical, I lost my senses almost! What has he done after all? He killed some old Jew that morning. What a fool am I! She reproached herself again. She would have followed him to the end of the world, she would have shared the rest of her life with him – be his real wife even if he marries with three more females younger than herself, according to their Muslim tradition. He is my true lover, the only man I'll ever love! I loathe Abu-adell, and that fiancée of mine, which Abu-adell had chosen for me! I hope though, I'll learn to tolerate him. Deeply moved she turned to Samir, and pulled his head toward her breasts – stroking his hair lightly, taking pains not to wake him. Gradually she felt much better, but as an outcome of having reached such heights of excitement, physical and mental – she stayed wide-awake.

It’s been six months already, since she was sent back to her father's home, and though she never had any training in any field of clandestine activity; she did accumulate a great deal of knowledge and some experience in Abu-adell's company. She could remember quite well, having noted some uncommon activity near her father's house, particularly on the first days after her arrival. At first she believed it to be the outcome of her father's efforts to find her a match, as he was very keen on it of course. A few weeks later she had a rather stubborn suitor, although neither she nor her father took him too seriously. His stubbornness had evoked her suspicions; he might have been a collaborator, who was sent by the "Shabac". To snoop around, or who knows – he might even marry her just in order to penetrate the organization. But it was nothing more than an assumption; she did not report these incidents to anyone, as she did cut her ties with "them". She was hurt and quite distressed, for she took the act of being sent back home as an expulsion. Abu-adell said something on summons when the time would be ripe. Anyway, yesterday night she was at last summoned,  and thus was sneaked from her father's home, after a very short notice! One of her aunts brought her the message, including her order – the whole detailed plan of Samir's rescue operation. She was appointed as it's leader, and she still was! Taher was under her command, and as long as he did keep to the plan, she did not find any need to interfere. That must have been the reason that had thrown me to that emotional whirlpool, which I myself have created against my will – unaware of it at first. But on the other hand,  I must admit I don't regret at all the consequences! She reminded herself with a happy smile. Well that's right, if I would have let him know who the boss was from the very beginning, things might have taken some other shape, and would have developed in the strict and banal way; and I whouldn't have been bestowed with so much happiness!


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