Inquisitive Men
At times, I wish I could just be more like almost everyone else I know. They live their lives, day by day, take things as they come. But of utmost significance, the quality that they possess and which I most frequently envy is their simple acceptance of life as it is. They don’t feel the need to question, why? Why did this or that event occur? What, if any, was it’s ultimate purpose? I seem to have been born with a need to solve all of life’s mysteries, especially those events that occur to me.
Now there’s another question. Why would God create me in such a manner? As I believe He is All Knowing, He must have realized that this trait would result in nothing but confusion and frustration on my part. He simply did not provide us with the tools to answer most of life’s perplexing and significant enigmas. And believing that He is all loving and all good, why would He do such a thing to me?
So where does such a creature as myself ultimately find gainful employment? As a Professor of Philosophy at some University? Or maybe a Reference Librarian would be more suiting?
How and why I ended up working for the C.I.A. is a mystery in and of itself. Suffice it to say that they were, at the time, desperately seeking individuals who, to put it kindly, had a tendency to think ‘outside the box’. Well, it did not take them long to realize that they had hit the jackpot when they hired me.
My sole assignment till this very day is to delve into and dissect the mind and motives of the terrorist, specifically those of Middle Eastern descent. They wanted me to get inside their heads so thoroughly and to such an extent that there would actually be some possibility of correctly predicting the subsequent object and location of their next intended point of attack.
Let me start off by saying that I enjoy this endeavour far beyond my most optimistic expectations. The main reason for this, I believe, was that it enables me to get out of my own head. No longer am I so preoccupied with the whys and wherefore’s of my own, personal life situations. I am now being compensated to totally immerse myself in the minds and ways of thinking of other, far different personality types. So far, I have found the experience to be very self liberating.
I have very recently come to be obsessed with one Kahlil Mansoor, the most notorious operative within the Hamas terrorist organization. I have read and researched thousands of documents. His personal history, from the day he was born in an Israeli hospital near his parents home town of Qalqilyah, till his present day residence and terrorist activities in the Gaza Strip, these facts I knew like the back of my hand.
It was true that he had a brother who died in a battle with the Israeli’s. And he was brought up in an atmosphere of hatred towards those whom he saw as his people’s oppressors. Yes, there were many events in Kahlil Mansoor’s life that one could point at and attribute to be contributing factors behind his radical hatred of Western Civilization. But one would be gravely mistaken if they concluded that these were the root causes behind the lethal actions of this most dangerous of terrorists.
It was only when I began to delve into the recesses of his mind, examining and re-examining every facet of his personality, leaving no stone unturned, that I began to experience an extremely queasy feeling in the very depths of my soul.
For at the end of the day, if one was to ask me to sum up the motives behind Mr. Mansoor’s actions in as few words as possible, I would be compelled to respond, “because he was too inquisitive a man”.
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