After hearing the word freedom struggle, I was stunned. I knew I was wandering into the unknown expecting to get something unique. For the first time I started feeling tensed but I encouraged myself to Believe. Rabia said to me “I will freshen up and come, you can also do the same. There are two washrooms so you can use the other one.” I became fresh which was very much needed & I changed my clothes. Now I was in my cotton Tees & shorts. I came out of the room and was waiting for Rabia. The hotel suite we were staying in was something I had never seen before. It was like a palace room. Everything was so aesthetically done. As I was trying to focus on the beauty of my room I noticed Rabia coming out of the washroom wearing a pink color bathrobe. Her long hair were wet now and she was looking sensuous. I was sitting on a sofa and she came close to me & put her hands around my shoulders, her long wet hair were now completely over my face & as she was about to kiss me I, pushed her back. I said, “Not now Rabia, let us first get married”. She was upset at first, however she gained control of herself and sat next to me. Holding my hand she said this is what I like in you. Every other guy would have fallen for me but you stayed under control.
Now let me tell you everything about myself,
“HI, I am Rabia Darwish. My dad is from Syria and my mother is from Iraq. I am the second most dangerous terrorist in the world according to your country’s intelligence agency. “ I was about to say something after hearing this but Rabia put her hand on my mouth & commanded, “Let me finish first”. When she was about to start there was a knock on the door from the Hotel Staff who had brought a jug of Cafe Cubano (Cuban Coffee) which is regarded as the world’s best coffee. Rabia told the hotel staff to leave, she brought two golden cups and poured the coffee into the cups. Now she said I will continue the conversation over the coffee & she continued… “ I was born and brought up in a worn torn Iraq which was getting back to normal from the US invasion. My father was in the Iraqi Army. I also had a big brother who was killed by your country’s army a few years back. It was in 2014 when I was about 15 years that my dad announced this freedom struggle. He had lost his job in the Iraqi army & post that he went to Syria to do ammunition business”.
I tried to remove my hand from her firm grip & after noticing this she started laughing loudly. She said “Don’t worry my Love, you are my life so I will make sure that there is not even a single scratch to your gorgeous body. She continued “It was 2020, I was around 21 years and Dad told me everything about the freedom struggle. They wanted a separate region for our people and as a reason they took over Syria. I thought that my dad was doing well in his ammunition business but he was busy in this Freedom Struggle. At that time I was wandering into the unknown not sure about what my future unfolds. I asked him why are you doing this Dad? to which my Dad replied by showing me the series of videos on his smartphone. The videos were about the injustice done to our people in countries like India, the US, and Israel and we were taking revenge by spreading terrorism in these countries. I had just completed my graduation & I trusted my Dad a lot so I started to believe in everything he was telling. I told him that I am very good at handling digital technologies so can you offer me some role in this freedom struggle? My Dad was happy after hearing this and was deciding on an apt role for me. During that time my brother was killed in your country and this triggered my Dad’s anger towards your country even more.”
I stopped her and asked, “Do you think our country is that bad and your brother was an innocent person”. This angered her a bit and she replied “He was my brother and I had lost him. After my mother left us and Dad was busy setting up his business in Syria my brother had taken complete care of me. I was initially confused about what exactly should I do in my Dad’s organization. But after losing my brother my intent got more vicious and decided to set up a “Honey Trap” and kill youths of your country as revenge for the loss of my brother. Being AI savvy, I developed a messenger App like Facebook where I started targeting the youths of your country. The modus operandi was to find the youths like you who are In their 20s, befriend them, and after I gained their confidence I convinced them to go to Syria to fight for the freedom struggle. I interpreted and said, “Sorry Rabia Mam, it’s not a freedom struggle, It’s terrorism.”
She told me to “Shut Up” and continued “I had around 25 youths from your country who were the victims of these honey traps. Some of them died fighting or are missing from Syria. Few who declined to go to Syria were killed in your country by our sleeper cells. Out of these 25 odd youths I had met only 4 to 5 of them and they were just attracted to my beauty and my body. So it was easy to convince them and send them to Iraq. My next victim was you and like others I messaged you. But by looking at your Social Media pictures I got attracted to your personality and that’s why I insisted on meeting you. For me, it was love at first sight and your behaviour and the respect you showed towards me sealed that Love. However at time, the revenge was popping its head out, but each time your loved triumphed over the revenge.”
After hearing this I also got a bit emotional and I kissed her forehead. She was like old Rabia now, especially after that kiss and she continued “During our second meeting at Dadar, I had decided that I will marry you. I am a big fan of your film industry and have seen the family values your movies promote. The girl who was looking for revenge now was finding her love in you & when you accepted my proposal, the “freedom fighter” sorry “terrorist” under me died completely. I knew I was brainwashed by my dad as killing innocents is never accepted in any religion. So the girl who was wandering into the unknown for so many years will now spend her entire life with you. Thanks for transforming me and after our marriage, I will start an NGO and will help the needy. This to an extent will help me to redeem myself.” After saying this Rabia started crying like a small girl by putting her head on my chest. I consoled her and told her that everything would be fine. It was almost 11 PM now. We went downstairs, had dinner, and called it a day. Rabia told me to set an alarm for 5 AM. She had hired a helicopter to Iraq from Dubai which will reach the hotel’s helipad at 6 AM sharp.
Here is the 7th Part in case you missed it.