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by Saarai on Sat Nov 13, 2010 8:20 am
In many stories, in many tales, the hero goes through trial after trial. Hardship after hardship. He or she faces challenges. Some big, some small. Be it an epic battle with a villain, or battle common to most of those that are hearing the story. But I have a story here of two young boys who would suffer pain, emotions, and experience situations the likes of which one can not fathom. This is the story of the noble Kroger Haggai and his merciless brother-in-arms, Amir Ajam. Though not saints by definition, they are saints at heart. These are the events that would shape them into the men that they are today. The Saints of the Red Sands.
October 12th, 1981.
Ten miles outside of Khost, Afghanistan.
"The Russian men from the north have come here to aid our enemy in keeping us oppressed. How dare they?" An older Afghan man said to the many Mujahideen that were lined up, their assault rifles in their hands or resting at their sides. "Do we allow these white men to invade our home? Do we allow these white men to rape our women? Do we? The answer is simple. We get on our knees, we face Mecca, and we pray so that God may empower us. So that he may give one man here the strength to kill 100 hundred Russians all by himself!" The Mujahid leader shouted amongst his ranks. "You!" He said, pointing to a young man with dark skin and brown eyes. "You are the Jew boy?" He asked the young man, prompting him to nod. "What is your name?" He asked, "Amir." The boy responded, "Amir? A Jew boy named Amir? I would have thought you'd be an Adam, or an Isaiah. You must have some Arab blood in you. Is that why you fight with us? Is that why you fight with us Muslims?" The Mujahid commander said, "I saw that you came with the other. Come forward, both of you. I want you to stand out as you seem to be our youngest."
Amir stepped forward, another Middle Eastern teenager following his lead. "You are?" The Mujahid commander asked, "Kroger, sir." The boy responded, "Kroger? A white man's name? Sir? We are not the white man and his army. You may call me by my name, not sir, if you haven't forgotten it. Basir Hamza. Let me hear you say it." Basir said to the two, "Basir Hamza." Kroger and Amir responded at the same time, "Louder." Basir ordered. "Basir Hamza." The two said, raising their voices. "Everyone, I want you to say my name. No, chant my name. Scream my name. Let the white man know who leads the army that will win yet another war for God! Basir Hamza!" The charismatic Mujahid leader shouted.
"Basir Hamza!" Came roaring from the crowd, "Again!" Basir shouted, "Basir Hamza!" The group of freedom fighters screamed again, "Get louder! Make noise! Fire your guns into the air! Once you have no more bullets in your weapon I want you to roam the camp, head to your stations! Prepare yourselves for the day that our leaders are ready to send us to battle! Do not prepare for your own death! Prepare for the death of the Russian men!"
Basir grinned as the men and teenagers fired their weapons into the air, as they screamed. "Amir, Kroger. Welcome."
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
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