My Country Back
After traversing a long hallway, Ali reached a large, open room with a pool, tables, chairs, and exercise equipment. This was the recreation center in the compound. Ali saw Ammar; he was trying to escape. From the entrance of the room, he hurled the knife at Ammar. The blade found its mark in the middle of Ammar’s back, bringing the man to his knees. Ali ran over to his adversary, grasped the handle of the knife, and twisted it.
Ali saw a pair of swords hanging on the far wall of the recreation center. He ran to them and removed one from its mounting. He was walking back toward Ammar when the man turned his body to one side and saw Ali coming toward him with a sword. “All this ends now, Ammar!” shouted Ali.
Ammar knew that his game was over and his end was near. “No, wait!” he stammered. “I can– I can– give you anything you want! Please…spare me. What do you want? Name it! Name it!”
His attempts at bargaining his way out of the consequences of his actions had no effect on Ali, who stood over Ammar expressionless, with a look in his eyes that was distant and dangerous. Ammar realized Ali could not be bribed so he began to plead for his life.
“You will give me anything that I ask for?” said Ali.
Ammar’s eyes widened. “Yes!” he replied eagerly. “What do you want?”
Ali spoke just three words. “My country back!”
He lifted the sword and swung it deftly. Ammar’s head flew nearly the length of the room and fell to the floor with a thud.
The traitor of the country was dead.
Ali threw the sword down at Ammar’s feet and ran out the door and down the hallway to Kelly.