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The Muslim Brotherhood

“Each of you knows your assignments. You have been instructed in your tasks. If Allah wills it, we will strike a blow such that at the mere mention of the name of the Muslim Brotherhood, the infidels, the apostates, the Zionist and crusaders will all cower before Allah and his Mujahadin, his holy warriors.”

“We shall strike the first blow. And in their blindness our enemies will slay each other, as Allah did in the time of the prophet Gideon. And when the pieces have fallen, We, The Muslim Brotherhood shall rise up and gather them back together and remake the Caliphate.”

Again cries of “Allahu Akbar” filled the room, until the Imam raised his hands for silence.

“Those of you who have been assigned martyrdom missions, will remain behind. Those of you in support know your tasks, go now. And do them well. If Allah wills it, it cannot fail.”

Cries of “Allahu Akbar” rang in my ears as I filed out with the rest.

I was almost to the door when I felt a grasp as strong as iron grab my shoulder and pull me down.

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