In this episode of Waking Up with Sam Harris, Harris reads select sections from a leaked copy of Dabiq, ISIS' main publication and a significant resource for recruitment. Listening to this during my morning commute rocked my world. ISIS went as far as specifically listing (in bullet points) exactly why ISIS hates the West and the reasons for their continuing attacks are answered. Their logic is inhumane, which goes without saying, yet this list serves as a fascinating look into the philosophical engine powering this group.
Almost more unsettling than the articles and features is Dabiq's design. It's put together surprisingly well, possibly hinting at the levels of intelligence present in some ISIS members. The language and terminologies/references are as twisted as you would expect and each new page is more disturbing that the last in its display of barbarism, religious extremism, and lack of respect for any facet of humanity.
You can access the issue of Dabiq Harris discusses here.
My three friends and I are at a strip club, celebrating Carl's engagement. We ignore the strippers as we make our rounds of stupid jokes and general silliness. Despite their increasingly desperate attempts, we ignore the naked women around us. During a lull in the conversation, Carl pulls me aside and asks if I want to see the condo he bought. We leave the strip club and board a hover pad that leads us to a floating skyscraper still under construction.
The exterior of the building is wrapped in long strands of white rope. The only way up is by grabbing one of the loose ropes at the foundation and riding it up. A slip would mean an infinite fall through the clouds. Carl and I begin riding up. As we chat, I feel my grip grow increasingly loose. Without warning, the rope slips through my hand and I fall to my death.
I am one of the King's subjects, inside his castle on a dark, stormy night. The butler and I were tasked with watching the royal children but we lost them earlier in the night. We begin inspecting the area. The property has been poorly cared for throughout the years. The place is dimly lit and thick clumps of dust coat every visible surface. A feeling of dread overcomes us. Too many day-to-day items litter the castle, as if the last inhabitants fled with no time to pack. I start making my way, throughout the castle, inspecting each room, and endlessly spiraling inward.
The butler and I begin feeling extremely uncomfortable. We are not welcome. In each room, we begin knocking over glasses, plates, flower pots, in an attempt to scare whatever lurks. Hushed voices, whispering and a low rumble quickly accompany us as we delve deeper. I feel my knees shake uncontrollably. The darkness closes in from all sides.
Unexpectedly, we arrive at the kitchen, located at the mansion's center. I immediately spot the King's two daughters. They run to us screaming. The butler and I each take a girl. During our embrace, I notice a slight ruffle from the far curtain. I ignore it, directing my attention to the crying girls.
The curtain moves again, revealing a hooded figure, clutching a pistol, who begins running towards us. He is enraged, with his mouth agape and his eyes locked in a murderous stare. With his free hand, he rips one of the girls away from the butler, chokes her inside the crook of his elbow and shoots her in the back of the head.