Abdul Aleem Sadeem shivered in a biting wind that whistled in among the tall buildings that dwarfed Rockefeller Center Plaza. So many people; it was hard for him to wrap his head around it – so many Christians, all out in the cold to celebrate Christmas, a decedent American holiday where everyone bought expensive things not needed for acquaintances barely known. He pulled his overcoat more tightly about him. Imam Sheikh Abdur Yuhannis had been correct in his teaching. These infidels needed to die.
Abdul threaded his way toward the center of the crowd in order to get closer to the tree lighting ceremony. The explosives vest weighed heavily on him. He would take out as many of the enemy as possible in a single glorious tribute to Allah The Merciful. It was just a matter of position.
A hand on his shoulder startled him. Instinctively, he turned to see and found himself facing an angel, a smiling, glowing winged apparition beckoning him to follow.
His body was never claimed.
Merry Christmas, New York.