Hjernen bak massakren i Mombai i 2008 er nå satt på frifot,
riktig nok til protester fra India, og ledsagende bekymringsmeldinger fra USA. Pamela Geller kommenterer slik:
He was released. Mind you, he wasn’t in prison. He was just
under house arrest. And now he has been released outright. It’s like some evil
spell everyone is under — Islam.
Hafiz Saeed should never have been released. In my extensive
coverage of the savage Muslim attacks on the West in Mumbai, India in 2008, the
obsession with targeting the little Jewish Chabad house from the inception of
the planning was shocking. The savage jihad attack upon the Chabad house was
part of a larger attack on hotels and public buildings across Mumbai that
resulted in the deaths of at least 166 people. But for the Muslim terrorists
themselves, Nariman House was different. It was the only Jewish target, and the
Muslim terrorists would be told by their central command in Pakistan that the
lives of Jews were worth 50 times those of non-Jews. Islamic Jew-hatred: it’s
in the Quran.
Because they were so eager to see murdered Jews, the
organizers of the attack had sought out the Chabad House with care. Their
handlers would emphasize to the jihadis on the ground the importance of killing
Jews. The Mumbai jihad massacre was a manifestation of the Muslim obsession
with killing and torturing the Jews — something I picked up on right away and
covered extensively (I was the one of the few who reported the sexual
mutilation of the the Rabbi and his wife). They targeted the Jewish Chabad
study center, murdered and sexually mutilated the rabbi and his wife, and many
of the Westerners at the Taj Majal. her
Nei til islam legger inn det meste av transkripsjonene som
ble gjort ifbm angrepet, hvor nærmere 200
mennesker ble drept, med noen kommentarer:
Taj Mahal Hotel:
0108 hours, Pakistan caller: "How many hostages do you
have?"
Mumbai terrorist: "We have one from Belgium. We have
killed him. There was one chap from Bangalore. He could be controlled only with
a lot of effort."
Pakistan caller: "I
hope there is no Muslim amongst them?"
Mumbai terrorist: "No, none."
0126 hours, Pakistan caller: "Are you setting the fire
or not?"
Mumbai terrorist: "Not yet. I am getting a mattress
ready for burning."
Pakistan caller: "What did you do with the dead body
[on the boat]?"
Mumbai terrorist: "Left it behind."
Pakistan caller: "Did you not open the locks for the
water below?" [Thought to be a pre-arranged plan to sink the vessel.]
Mumbai terrorist: "No, they did not open the locks. We
left it like that because of being in a hurry. We made a big mistake."
Pakistan caller: "What big mistake?"
Mumbai terrorist: "When we were getting into the boat,
the waves were quite high. Another boat came. Everyone raised an alarm that the
Navy had come. Everyone jumped quickly. In this confusion, the satellite phone
of Ismail got left behind."
0137 hours, Pakistan caller: "The ATS (Anti-Terrorist
Squad) chief has been killed. Your work
is very important. Allah is helping you. The Vazir (Minister) should not
escape. Try to set the place on fire."
Mumbai terrorist:
"We have set fire in four rooms."
Pakistan caller: "People shall run helter skelter when
they see the flames. Keep throwing a grenade every 15 minutes or so. It will terrorize."
0310 hours, Mumbai terrorist: "Greetings!"
Pakistan caller: "Greetings! There are three ministers
and one secretary of the cabinet in your hotel. We don’t know in which
room."
Mumbai terrorist: "Oh!
That is good news! It is the icing on the cake."
Pakistan caller: "Find those three, four persons and
then get whatever you want from India."
Mumbai terrorist: "Pray
that we find them."
Pakistan caller: "Do one thing. Throw one or two
grenades on the Navy and police teams, which are outside."
Mumbai terrorist: "Sorry. I simply can’t make out where
they are."
Kommentar: Vi ser at transkripsjonen til engelsk bruker
konsekvent Gud om Allah, som om begge var generiske bestemmelser for «Gud». Som
vi har vist andre steder på bloggen her, kan imidlertid ikke Allah ses på som
et generisk navn, dvs et samnavn. Allah er et spesifikt navn på en spesifikk
guddom.
Terroristene snakker om Allah, som har en spesiell
forkjærlighet for muslimer, og et spesielt uttrykt hat for jøder. Kan Gud – som
samnavn – gjøre slik forskjell på folk? Det står ikke til troende. Muslimer
velger å støtte seg til Allah som hjemmelshaver for ordrene om å drepe. I en
judeo-kristen tradisjon må den troende selv – med sin samvittighet og sitt
konkrete valg - ta på seg ansvaret for å drepe noen, også i krig. Dette
ansvaret bortfaller for en troende muslim, som kan stole blindt på at han gjør
det rette – fordi Allah kommanderer det via hans befalshaver - uten å ta ansvaret
selv, dvs uten at han trenger å ta hensyn til sin samvittighet, som i kristen
tradisjon anses å være «skrevet på» alle menneskers hjerte. Den allah-troende
loves til og med spesielt fordelaktig tilværelse i den allahianske himmelen,
hvis den striden dør som martyr i angrepet.
Oberoi Trident Hotel:
0353 hours, Pakistan caller 1: "Brother Abdul. The
media is comparing your action to 9/11. One senior police official has been
killed."
Mumbai terrorist 1: "We are on the 10th/11th floor. We
have five hostages."
Pakistan caller 2: "Everything
is being recorded by the media. Inflict the maximum damage. Keep fighting.
Don’t be taken alive."
Pakistan caller 1: "Kill all hostages, except the two Muslims. Keep your phone switched on
so that we can hear the gunfire."
Mumbai terrorist 2: "We have three foreigners,
including women. From Singapore and China."
Pakistan caller 1: "Kill
them."
[Voices of gunmen can be heard directing hostages to stand
in a line, and telling two Muslims to stand aside. Sound of gunfire. Sound of cheering voices]
Kommentar: En terrorist lurer tydelig vis på om han kan
spare tre av gislene. Er det hans samvittighet som tar forbehold og holder ham
tilbake? Terroristen stoler fullt og helt på sin kommandant og svaret fra denne
kommer kontant: Drep dem! Allah har tydeligvis ingen medynk med folk som
tviler. «Drep dem» kommer så å si rett fra Allah’s munn, eller i hvert fall fra
en tolkning av Koranen, Allahs bok, nedskrevet fra evighet til evighet i Allah’s
himmel. Intet ser her ut til å være skrevet «på menneskets hjerte».
Nariman House :
1945 hours, Mumbai terrorist: "Greetings! What did the
Major-General say?"
Pakistan caller: "Greetings. The Major-General directed
us to do what we like. We should not worry. The operation has to be concluded
tomorrow morning. Pray to God. Keep
two magazines and three grenades aside, and expend the rest of your
ammunition."
Pakistan caller: "Keep
in mind that the hostages are of use only as long as you do not come under fire
because of their safety. If you are still threatened, then don’t saddle
yourself with the burden of the hostages. Immediately kill them."
Mumbai terrorist: "Yes,
we shall do accordingly, God willing."
Pakistan caller: "The army claims to have done the work
without any hostage being harmed. Another thing: Israel has made a request through diplomatic channels to save the
hostages. If the hostages are killed, it will spoil relations between India and
Israel."
Mumbai terrorist:
"So be it, God willing."
Pakistan caller: "Stay alert."
Kommentar: «Hvis Gud vil» står det. Jeg har alltid vanskelig
for å forstå dette: Betyr det at terroristene her likevel ikke helt stoler på
sin egen dømmekraft, på at det han gjør virkelig er Allah’s vilje? Både
terrorist og Allah ser ut til å kunne skjule sitt egentlig ønske, eller: Allah
vil ikke selv påta seg ansvaret – med hundre prosents sikkerhet – for å ha
forordnet angrepene på forhånd. (Terroristen vil ikke risikere å svekke Allah’s
navn og rykte!) Når terroristen sier «hvis gud vil», tvinges han selv til å påta
seg det fulle og hele ansvaret – og synden – for å kunne begå forbrytelsen,
samtidig som Allah går fri. Terroristens hensikt er å sikre seg for den
mulighet at Allah’s navn skal svekkes ved at han selv kanskje ikke klarer å
utføre ordren til punkt og prikke for Allah’s sak. Litt «nåde» eller velvilje kan
han likevel oppnå hos Allah når han påtar seg selv ansvaret for ikke å gjort
Allah helt fornøyd med drepingen.
2226 hours, Pakistan
caller: "Brother, you have to fight. This is a matter of prestige of
Islam. Fight so that your fight becomes a shining example. Be strong in the
name of Allah. You may feel tired or sleepy but the Commandos of Islam have
left everything behind. Their mothers, their fathers, their homes. Brother, you
have to fight for the victory of Islam. Be strong."
Mumbai terrorist:
"Amen!"
Kommentar unødvendig.
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Og som om det ovenstående ikke skulle være nok, dette:
Wasi: 'Shoot them in the back of the head.'
Akasha: 'Sure. Just as soon as we come under fire.'
Wasi: 'No. Don't wait any longer. You never know when you
might come under attack.'
Akasha: 'Insh'Allah' (God willing).
Kasab: 'Oh... It's Lashkar-e-Taiba.'
When asked about the massacre at the railway station, Kasab
is equally direct.
Kasab: 'They told us we had to do this job.'
Interrogator: 'What do you mean by job?'
Kasab: 'I was supposed to kill people.'
Interrogator: 'Which people?'
Kasab: 'Whoever was there.'
Interrogator: 'What kind of people did they tell you to
kill?'
Kasab: 'Just ordinary people, no one in particular.' Next,
the policeman tries to figure out the terrorists' exit strategy.
Interrogator: 'After completing your job today, where were
you going to go?'
Kasab: 'We were all going to die.'
Interrogator: 'How's that?'
Kasab: 'He told us we'd be going to heaven.'
Interrogator: 'How many people did you kill?'
Kasab: 'I don't know.'
Interrogator: 'OK, how many rounds did you fire?'
Kasab: 'Er... dunno. Two-and-a-half magazines.'
Interrogator: 'And how many people did you kill?'
Kasab: 'I don't know. I just kept firing and firing.'
Interrogator: 'And this job. What time was it supposed to
finish?'
Kasab: 'They said as long as you're alive, keep killing,
keep killing, the dogs.'
Wasi: 'Just shoot them now. Get rid of them. Because you
could come under fire at any time and you'll only end up leaving them behind.'
Akasha: 'Everything's quiet here for now.'
Wasi: 'Shoot them in the back of the head.'
Akasha: 'Sure. Just as soon as we come under fire.'
Wasi: 'No. Don't wait any longer. You never know when you
might come under attack.'
Akasha: 'Insh'Allah' (God willing).
Wasi: 'I'll stay on the line.'
There's silence for 15 seconds. No gunshots.
Akasha: 'Hello?'
Wasi: 'Do it. Do it. I'm listening. Do it.'
Akasha: 'What, shoot them?'
Wasi: 'Yes, do it. Sit them up and shoot them in the back of
the head.'
Wasi: 'Listen up...'
Akasha: 'Yes sir.'
Akasha speaks in a gentle, dopey murmur. He sounds
exhausted.
Wasi: 'Just shoot them now. Get rid of them. Because you
could come under fire at any time and you'll only end up leaving them behind.'
Akasha: 'Everything's quiet here for now.'
Wasi: 'Shoot them in the back of the head.'
Akasha: 'Sure. Just as soon as we come under fire.'
Wasi: 'No. Don't wait any longer. You never know when you
might come under attack.'
Akasha: 'Insh'Allah' (God willing).
Wasi: 'I'll stay on the line.'
There's silence for 15 seconds. No gunshots.
Akasha: 'Hello?'
Wasi: 'Do it. Do it. I'm listening. Do it.'
Akasha: 'What, shoot them?'
Wasi: 'Yes, do it. Sit them up and shoot them in the back of
the head.'
Akasha: 'Umer is asleep. He hasn't been feeling too well.'
Wasi consults his associates in the control room, then comes
back on the line.
Wasi: 'I'll call you back in half an hour. You can do it
then.'
Wasi: 'Stand the women up in a doorway so that when the
bullet goes through their heads it then goes outside, instead of ricocheting
back into your room.'
Akasha: 'OK.'
Wasi: 'Do one of them now, in the name of God. You've tied
them up, right?'
Akasha: 'Yeah. I'll untie their feet.'
Wasi: 'Just stand them up. If they're tied up, leave them
tied up.'
Akasha then raises another objection. He doesn't want to
kill the two women in the room where he and Umer are sitting.
Wasi: 'It'll only take two shots. Do it in the room where
you are now.'
Akasha: 'All right, yes.'
Wasi: 'Do it. Shoot them and shove them over to one side of
the room.'
Akasha shuffles off somewhere but leaves the line open. Wasi
holds the line for a full seven minutes. He calls Akasha's name a few times,
then hangs up. In the next call, ten minutes later, Akasha seems more upbeat.
Akasha: 'Please don't be angry. I've rejigged things a bit
and now...'
Wasi: 'Have you done the job yet or not?'
Akasha: 'We were just waiting for you to call back, so we
could do it while you're on the phone.'
Wasi: 'Do it, in God's name.'
Akasha: 'Just a sec... hold the line...'
Akasha places the phone in his pocket. There is a lot of
rustling (presumably Akasha crawling over to the hostages) followed by silence.
Then a loud burst of gunfire. And then silence. More rustling, then Akasha is
back. His voice has changed markedly. It's now a deep, eerie rasp.
Wasi: 'That was one of them, right?'
Akasha: 'Both.'
The gunmen at the Taj, young Pakistanis from villages in the
Punjab, had never set foot in a modern hotel before, let alone the vast suites
on the upper floors of the Taj. By 1.04am on the Thursday, police had recorded
their very first intercept...
Ali: 'There are so many lights, so many buttons... and lots
of computers with 22in and 30in screens.'
Wasi: 'Computers? Haven't you burned them yet?'
Ali: 'We're just doing it. You'll be able to see the fire
sometime soon.'
Wasi: 'We'd be able to see the fire if there were any
flames. Where are the flames?
Ali: 'The entrance to this room is fantastic. The mirrors
are really grand. The doors are massive too.'
Wasi urges him to throw grenades at the police and prepare a
bucket of water and towels to use against tear gas. But the gunman keeps
talking about the hotel.
Ali: 'It's fabulous. The windows are huge, but it feels very
safe. There's a double kitchen at the front, a bathroom and a small shop. And
mirrors everywhere.'
About 20 minutes later Wasi is concerned the gunmen have
still not taken proper control of the hotel. He calls to ask what they have
done and speaks to Ali.
Wasi: 'We told you to find an axe, did you not find one?'
Ali: 'No, we couldn't find an axe.'
Wasi: My brother, there will be an axe hanging next to each
fire extinguisher in the hotel. On every floor in every corridor. Now you must
start the fire. Nothing will happen until you start the fire. When people see
the flames, it will cause fear outside.'
Ali: 'OK, we'll start the fire. The other brothers are
nearly here now.'
Wasi: 'Throw grenades my brother. There's no harm in
throwing a few grenades.'
Thirty minutes later the gunmen confirm that they have got
the hotel under control.
Ali: 'They're massive rooms. Some of them are amazing. We
burned some and cleared a few more.'
Wasi: 'Did you start a fire in the ones you cleared out?'
Ali: 'No, they're right next to each other. We'll set the
fire on our way out. We don't want the fire to spread too quickly in case we
can't get out.'
Wasi: 'No, burn everything as you go along. The bigger the
fire, the more pressure you will bring to bear. We're watching it on TV. If you
start the fire it will put pressure on the security forces. They won't come
up.'
Ali: 'Listen. We don't even walk around our own houses as
freely as we do here. We own the third, fourth and fifth floors, thanks be to
God.'
Wasi: 'The manner of your death will instill fear in the
unbelievers. This is a battle between Islam and the unbelievers. Keep looking
for a place to die. Keep moving.'
Fahadullah: 'Insh'Allah.'
Wasi: 'You're very close to heaven now. One way or another
we've all got to go there. You will be remembered for what you've done here.
Fight till the end. Stretch it out as long as possible.'
In the evening, Fahadullah and his partner, at Wasi's
insistence, leave the room and are ambushed by Indian commandos. The next
intercept is timed at 8.13pm. The whooshing sound of the hotel fire sprinklers
can be heard.
Wasi: 'How are you my brother?'
Fahadullah (sounds weak): 'Praise God. Brother Abdul Rehman
has passed away.
Wasi: 'Really? Is he near you?'
Fahadullah: 'Yeah, he's near me.
Wasi: 'May God accept his martyrdom.'
Fahadullah: 'The room is on fire, it's being shown on the
TV. I'm sitting in the bathroom.'
Next time Wasi calls, he urges Fahadullah to go out and
fight.
Wasi: 'Don't let them arrest you. Don't let them knock you
out with a stun grenade. That would be very damaging. Fire one of your
magazines, then grab the other one and move out. The success of your mission
depends on your getting shot.'
Fahadullah: 'Yes, I know.'
Wasi: 'God is waiting for you. Stay on the line and keep the
phone in your pocket. We like to know what's going on.'
These are the last words Wasi says to Fahadullah, who left
the room and was eventually killed at dawn on Friday, just before Indian
commandos staged a show of force with a helicopter landing on the roof of
Nariman House.
There, too, Wasi had been trying to persuade Akasha to run
outside and be shot dead.
Wasi: 'A stronghold can only last for as long as you can handle
it. And now we're crossing that limit. What do you think?'
Akasha: 'Please God.'
Wasi: 'It's Friday today, so it's a good day to finish it.'
Once the helicopter lands on the roof, Akasha and Umer suddenly find themselves
under fire.
Wasi: 'Put the phone in your pocket and fire back.'
Two hours later, at 8.47am on Friday, Wasi finally gets the
news he's been waiting for.
Akasha: 'I've been shot.'
Wasi: 'Sorry?'
Akasha: 'Pray for me.'
Wasi: 'Oh God. Where have you been hit?'
Akasha: 'My arm. And one in my leg.'
Wasi: 'May God protect you. Did you hit any of theirs?'
Akasha: 'Yeah, we shot a commando. Pray that God will accept
my martyrdom.'
Wasi: 'Praise God, praise God.'
Akasha: 'Bye.'
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