Friday, December 14
Terrorist poetry!
UBL: We were at a camp of one of the brother¹s guards in Qandahar.
>This brother belonged to the majority of the group. He came close and told
>me that he saw, in a dream, a tall building in America, and in the same
>dream he saw Mukhtar teaching them
> how to play karate. At that point, I was worried that maybe the
>secret would be revealed if everyone starts seeing it in their dream. So I
>closed the subject. I told him if he sees another dream, not to tell
>anybody, because people will be upset with him. (Another person¹s voice can
>be heard recounting his dream about two planes hitting a big building).
> UBL: They were overjoyed when the first plane hit the building, so I
>said to them: be patient.
> UBL: The difference between the first and the second plane hitting
>the towers was twenty minutes. And the difference between the first plane
>and the plane that hit the Pentagon was one hour.
> Shaykh: They (the Americans) were terrified thinking there was a
>coup.
> [Note: Ayman Al-Zawahri says first he commended UBL¹s awareness of
>what the media is saying. Then he says it was the first time for them
>(Americans) to feel danger coming at them.]
> UBL (reciting a poem):I witness that against the sharp blade
> They always faced difficulties and stood together...
> When the darkness comes upon us and we are bit by a
> Sharp tooth, I say...
> ³Our homes are flooded with blood and the tyrant
> Is freely wandering in our homes²...
> And from the battlefield vanished
> The brightness of swords and the horses...
> And over weeping sounds now
> We hear the beats of drums and rhythmŠ
> They are storming his forts
> And shouting: ³We will not stop our raids
> Until you free our lands²...
