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mutilated flesh and
blood. Even before the full horrors of it set into Fatima’s dazed
brain, the terrorist moved forward with their machetes. There were
those that hadn’t died completely yet, and their high pitched
screams of agony were terrible to hear. The machetes rose and fell
with skill and the screams were cut off one by one.
    Fatima saw her enemy still clutching her
children in her arms even in death. Both her legs and part of her
face had been blown off. And the children she still held …. half
of her baby’s body had been blown off too but the other child, her
first son, he was screaming because one of his small arms was now a
bloody stub of bone and torn flesh!
    A machete rose and fell and child’s head was
hacked off his body.
    The screams tore free from Fatima’s throat,
mixing with that of the other helpless women around her as it rose
to ear-piercing levels.
    The terrorists moved in on the screaming
women and girls with hard leather horse whips. It was time to teach
them the lesson of total submission and begin their
reformation.
    Completely unbothered, the terrorist leader
surveyed the bloody scene before him in the open square with
satisfaction then motioned to another of his men who hurried
forward with a photographic camera and began to take pictures while
the man with the video recorder shifted his focus to the women and
girls being brutalized.
    The terrorist leader smiled to himself. By
Allah, the tyrannical government and military of this wretched
county would get copies of everything, he thought. They would know
what it meant to oppose the movement and the will of Allah the Most
High.
    Over at Alhaji Usman’s house the situation
was already very bad and getting worse fast.
    The Ford truck had come to a halt directly in
front of the gates that were never locked in daytime hours. The
fourteen armed terrorist with the overall commander of the
detachment had gained easy access to the compound and beheaded the
sleepy security man seated by the gates before he even understood
what was going on. The other security men, off duty, was fast
asleep in his quarters to the rear of the house.
    The Alhaji’s bodyguard, alerted to the
unusual sounds of gunshots in the village, and then the strange
noises coming from the gates, had come quickly around the house
from the back to investigate when he saw the dreaded masked
terrorists within the compound.
    He opened fire on them at once with his AK-47
rife set to full automatic, instantly killing three of them bunched
up together and wounding two others, then ducked hastily behind the
house as the rest of the insurgents returned fire at him.
    The Islamic State trained terrorists who had
already dedicated their very lives to the cause, thereby forfeiting
it in the same gesture, scattered and surged forward without fear.
The next minute, when the bodyguard stepped out again to shoot, a
volley of automatic rifle fire form multiple directions blew him
away and his lifeless corpse hit the floor three feet away.
    Summoned by the sounds of gunshots within his
own compound and the terrified screams of his family, Alhaji Usman
had climbed off his new wife fast, put on a house robe and hurried
out of his bedroom. He was in the living room in seconds, hurried
over to a window to peep out and a stray bullet hit him full in the
face, taking away a portion of his head as it exited from behind.
Alhaji Usman was dead right on his feet and his lifeless body
topped backward like a cut tree as it fell, hitting the tiled floor
with a heavy thud. His horrified family rushed over to him at once.
The women and their children were kneeling over the corpse,
screaming and weeping as the terrorists burst through the front
door.
    All the Alhaji’s attractive three wives and
their seven children, the male servants and employees, they were
all taken outside to one corner of the big compound and swiftly
beheaded one after another. All the bodies, including the Alhaji’s
own, were arranged