Postby AbdiWahab252 » Wed Jul 12, 2006 2:00 pm
BOO....
but then again:
Last Iljeex Standing
The sun beatdown as the forces of the Alliance gathered on the hills south of the city. Over 100 technicals, 20 T-32 tanks and 14 Armored Personnel Carriers had conveyed on the Seybiano, and the area was flooded with men bristling with automatic rifles and RPGs.
Two dozen technicals came speeding up the slope. AbdiWahab alighted from his black Range Rover SUV. He was dressed in desert cream fatigues and wore a green beret. Abdi slung his M-16 over his shoulder and picked up the microphone.
"Salam Aleykum brothers in arms !" roared Abdi into the microphone.
"W/Salaam" replied the hundreds of militia in a thunderous unison.
"Men, today we are under attack. An enemy threatens us. He wants to take away our means of living, our right to be Somali, to Arabize us and create a haven of terror. This enemy is cunning. He preaches that he fights in the name of the Islam but hides his political/economic agenda. Today we gather as brothers in arms to fight for the right to be Somali and live in freedom from tyranny ! Men, join me in this glorious battle to free ourselves from the cancer of thugs hooded in imaamacads. Victory will be ours !"
A defending cheer arose from the masses of men at the bottom of the hill. When the crowd calmed down, Sheik BEARDS prayed for victory and blessed the troops. Beards had made a secret deal with Abdi as Beards felt Aiman had slighted him. He had approached Abdi a few days earlier with a proposal.
Abdi keeping in custom called on his distant kinsman, Ali to open up the battle. Ali was from the lucky family who customarily lead any operation.
Across town, the fundamentalist wahhabis under Aiman gathered together. A sea of men with beards reminicist of the Dwarves of Snow White and dressed in imaamacads and khamiis huddled around thier leader.
"Bismillah Rahmani rahiim. We have gathered here to carry out our jihaad on the unbeliever Abdi. God willign we will defeat him and his Isbaheysiga . Be brave in your heart and victory will be yours." said Aiman in a meek, soft spoken voice. Deep in his heart, Aiman feared death as he was a coward who sent others to do the dirty work for him.
All of a sudden, a loud whining noise pierced the air. It was a 120 mm shell from an artillery piece from Abdi's camp. The wadaads fled in fear as they ran for cover.
The battle had begun !!!
