The New Islamic Revolution

The rebels of Colonel Fahim are trying to overthrow the incompetent government. They demanded more rights for the Islamic people, no more decadence of the Western world. Islam must be restored to its historic roots. They began their journey in 2005 in the Egyptian city of El Faladim. The rebels overthrew the city administration and effectively took control of it. After that, their goal was to conquer other cities as well.

 

At night, from a distance they saw the city of Marsa. Quietly they sneaked into town. The city has no army and the rebels quickly moved up to the town square. From there they spread across the city to find the mayor’s house. People who didn’t want to help them were executed. At dawn, they located the mayor’s house; rebels are surrounding it now. Colonel Fahim and his trustworthy lieutenant Hasan entered it, using the back door which was unlocked.

 

Silently, they used the stairs to find the living quarters. Hasan carefully located each bedroom. In one room, he saw a young girl, no more then twenty for sure. Her breasts were still firm and seem to defy gravity. Her face was pale in contrast to his brown face. She was obviously not a native Egyptian. He signalled two privates to guard the room. His search continued. At the end of the hall, he found the last bedroom. He signalled the other privates to assist him. Colonel Fahim watched from the end of the hall. His lieutenant and his privates entered the room. Shouting was heard and quickly it ended.

 

Colonel Fahim, wearing traditional army clothing entered the room. His body wasn’t as slim as it once was. His hair had started to turn grey. His cigarette smoke soon filled the small room. The mayor, shaking and perspiring, looked at Hasan’s gun and at the Colonel.

 

“What do you want?” he asked, not sure of himself.

 

“We have come to free the country of the infidels,” The Colonel spoke up. He nodded to Hasan to lower his weapon.

 

“As we speak, my men are searching for Western influences. Especially American movies or music. Our traditions must be restored. Any foreigners they encounter will be killed.” He continued.

 

“Please, I didn’t anything wrong. Please let me live! By Allah, let my daughter live.” The mayor pleaded for his family’s life.

 

“You mean that foreign woman sleeping in that bedroom? You disgust me! How dare you! Having an infidel daughter. As a mayor, you truly are incompetent.”

 

Enraged, the Colonel took his gun from its holster and shot it. The mayor’s shirt became drenched with blood and after a few moments he was dead. The girl in the next bedroom screamed. Fahim and his men entered the girl’s bedroom. They looked at the scared women in the corner of the room, covering her face with a sheet.

 

“What’s your name, infidel?” The colonel inquired.

 

The woman didn’t answer. He took away her sheet. She automatically used her hands to cover her face. Two privates took her arms apart and she was confronted by the intruders. The colonel slapped her.

 

“Come to your senses! What’s your name?”

 

“My father, what happened to him?” she asked quietly.

 

“He’s dead. What’s your name?” he asked more firmly.

 

She was shocked to hear her father was dead. She didn’t cry; she was too scared they would shoot her or worse. Her eyes were swollen and her pupils dilated. She looked at the Colonel’s old rugged face.

 

“My name is,” she sobbed “Victoria.”

 

“What? That sounds like a Christian’s name. You mean you’re a whore?”

 

“I’m not that kind of girl.” She answered protesting.

 

“Sure you are, all Christians are whores.”

 

Colonel Fahim briefly paused.

 

“Are you cut?” the colonel inquired.

 

“What do you mean?” the girl asked, still sobbing.

 

Fahim nodded his lieutenant to spread her legs. She protested but he pointed his gun at her face; she let him do what he had been told. She didn’t wear any panties. Only the Colonel took a closer look.

 

“Damn, she’s a whore! She’s uncut. By Allah, these foreigners are perverse.”

 

She understood what he meant. Trying to regain her strength she said:”I’m not a whore. It’s wrong to be cut.”

 

“Aren’t you familiar with the teachings of the Sheik Ghazi Burhan Ihaa? Every woman should be circumcised, as it is required by Islam. A woman should not commit adultery. A woman, when she enjoys her body, she will be unfaithful.” The colonel rebuked.

 

“You’re now our captive and you’ll serve us. That will be your punishment. Firstly, we’ll go to the town square and show the people that the mayor is dead and we have captured his filthy whore.”

 

The colonel hit her in the head with his gun; she lost consciousness.

 

They went to the town square, where people were watching what the Rebel Army was up to. Not many women were present. A table was being put up. Colonel Fahim and his men walked up to it. The hooded woman was bound on the table. Fahim wetted his lips.

 

“Friends, as you know we occupied this city. This is the second city we have conquered and it will not be our last. We don’t do this without a reason. We want to restore Islam to its historic roots. It must be pure! Your mayor gave accommodation to this infidel. We want to put an example to everybody present. The whore is uncut!”

 

The public gasped. A moment passed. The people started murmuring. Colonel Fahim waited until it ended. He took his sharp knife and raised it into the air.

 

“People, you’re free to join us. Resist us and you’ll face the consequences!” he continued.

 

He nodded Hasan to remove Victoria’s hood. The girl, disoriented, saw a very bright light. Her eyes tried to get accustomed to it. Instinctively she tried to move one of her arms. She couldn’t move it. She tried to move the other arm. It was also restrained. She was starting to see more clearly; from the fuzzy images she recognised the Colonel. Her body trembled. Her breathing increased.

 

“Ah, she’s awake! Look who has been sleeping.” He said, while waving his knife in front of her.

 

“We have a surprise for you.”

 

“Please don’t. I’m begging you. I’m wealthy. I can give you anything you want.”

 

“You dumb slut, you just don’t get it, do you? We don’t need your corrupt money. Now, be quiet!” He said.

 

He again showed his knife to her, slowly lowering it across her body. She trembled each time it briefly touched her. The sun shone heavily on her body.  He poked her belly, she twitched. The public watched intensely. He used the cold flat side of his knife to press against her hot vagina. The girl shivered. Then, he carefully pressed the sharp point of his knife against her clitoris; leaving it intact. The woman tried to move her body away from it. But each time, her body returned to its original position. At the end, she gave up trying to move. He pressed his knife under her clit, raising it slightly. He heard the women breathe quickly and deeply. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and took a quick deep breath. The man was unmerciful when he cut her clit away. Victoria’s body jerked, she didn’t open her eyes, her teeth still clenched. Fahim called for a medic. It was not for taking care for the girl. The medic must sew the girl’s labia together, leaving only a small hole so that menstrual blood and urine could pass.

 

“A nice tight hole, just as a woman should be.” The Colonel commented.

 

When the medic left, Fahim continued: “Friends of Islam, let’s make this woman eat her own infidel parts.”

 

He went to her and took Victoria’s small, cut off clitoris in his hand.

 

“Open your mouth, girl. You need to eat.”

 

Victoria eyes were still closed. The table was full of sweat. He smacked her hard. He did it again when she still refused to listen to him.

 

“If you don’t do what I say, I’ll cut off one of your fingers too.” Fahim added.

 

The girl didn’t react. The colonel didn’t hesitate to cut off her left pinkie. The woman, screamed. Her eyes were wide open. Victoria felt the pain of the missing finger. A feeling of rage, disbelief and fear overcame her. The colonel noticed it but he quickly dropped the clitoris and her pinkie into her mouth. He closed her mouth with his hands. The parts went into her throat, causing her to cough. Fahim continued to press his hands on her mouth, muting the coughing. A few more coughs came, and then her body rested. She had swallowed it all right. The traumatic experience and the heat drained her energy; she lost consciousness again. The public suddenly cheered. Many men jumped into the air. Other men were talking to the soldiers that were trying to enlist them. People were talking loudly.

 

“This calls for a celebration.” One of the men said.

 

All the rest agreed. A party was set up. Of course, no alcohol was being served. There was much food. The men danced and sang songs. The colonel and lieutenant Hasan went to bed early. However, the lieutenant couldn’t get much sleep. He stood up and heard murmuring. He wanted to know what they were saying, just out of curiosity. There was a campfire with men surrounding it.

 

“The Colonel and his men are just the people this country needs.” One of men said.

 

The man he spoke to was slightly unhappy although he had been celebrating.

 

“What’s the matter?”

 

“I…I…” the unhappy man stuttered.

 

“Speak up.”

 

“I’m still a virgin. I wanted to fuck that whorish cunt.”

 

The other man gasped. He pretended he didn’t hear it. But he found himself unable to speak. Hasan thought it was time to intervene. He approached them and introduced himself.

 

“I’m Hasan, a loyal supporter of Colonel Fahim. I’m one of his lieutenants. I’m sorry I’ve overheard your conversation. I couldn’t get to sleep.” He said apologising.

 

“That’s all right.” One of the unknown men said.

 

“Who’s the virgin? If you join the army, we’ll make a man of you. It’s guaranteed.”

 

Unsettled, the virgin quickly responded: “I am. I want to enlist. My name is Darim.”

 

“So, be it. Tomorrow when we march to the Water Oasis, you’ll learn how to help the army. In exchange, we’ll help you.” Hasan continued.

 

“Now let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. Especially for you, Darim.”

 

Hasan went to his tent and the others went to their homes. Darim could not fall asleep. He thought about the army, about what would happen to him. He was never a part of something this big before. He felt he could make difference. After a long time, his eyes finally closed.  He managed to get a few hours of sleep, after all.