THE TALE OF AN ISLAMIC MILITANT
Salisu
nestles under a baobab tree which is at the centre of Kagua village in Bize, Borno
state, Nigeria. It is a sunless afternoon. The
humming wind cruises right about him, and dry leaves touch down as if betokening the
grave and sad atmosphere. Crestfallen and utterly devastated, Salisu ponders on
his life which now seemed worthless and the
calamity that has befallen him. He has lost
his whole family in one day- his mother,
father, two sisters and a brother. Death has taken them all in a fatal
motor accident. It would have been better if he was taken too in the same
gruesome manner. This awful soliloquy he repeats to himself.
Many
thoughts race through his somber mind. Suicide is at the top of them. Perhaps,
it is the easiest way out of this cruel world where nothing is certain, and
things precious are always lost. Before he could make up his mind whether to
take his own life, the muezzin of the village
mosque blares out “Allahu Akbar!”(God is great).
It is a call to prayer.
“Perfect
time, let me say my last prayers,
and set off for the journey to yonder
where my family will be waiting for me”, he snaps.
After
the customary prayers, the Imam, Aliyu announces that there will be
a session on the deep spiritual themes of life and death. This interests
Salisu, and he puts his cowardly suicide
idea on hold. The Imam stirs his mind, imagination
and thoughts with “truths” from the Quran. He says, “Life is to live as a
Jihadist, and death is to live as an infidel”. Redemption for the soul is
through Jihad, all other means like zakat
is secondary. He goes further by reeling off the pleasures of paradise for
those who die “serving” Allah.
The
teachings of Aliyu
strike Salisu in a most scintillating way. He muses that redemption is what he
needs for himself and even for his late family. He believes his own redemption can rescue his family
from Shaitan as they were never practising Muslims. He
must find redemption and the path to pleasing
God.
And so
Salisu, a sixteen year old,
one hundred level student of History at the University of
Maiduguri, Borno state, drops out of school as it becomes difficult for him to
continue owing to the fact that he had no benefactor. More importantly his soul
longs for ethereal things now. It seeks redemption. And it wants to please God. The
loss of his family has left a great yearning for things spiritual in him.
Life
has no meaning to him anymore, and that which is worth living and dying for is
what he must pursue. Aliyu seems to bear answers to his
questions and knows the path to pleasing God.
He will seek close interactions with him and feed his starving soul with sacred truths.
Aliyu’s house, two buildings away
from the mosque, becomes Salisu’s haunt. There he meets other boys who have
come for similar reasons-
finding answers to
spiritual truths regarding the essence of life
and the path to knowing and pleasing God. They
are taught from the Quran and fatwas of
Islamic scholars. They learn that as Muslim
faithful they must wage Jihads always to appease God and cleanse the land of
evil. That is the way to salvation, and
the way to nirvana.
The
idea of Jihad fascinates Salisu. He does not understand Jihad in real and concrete terms. In his
view, Jihad means holy persuasion and converting unbelievers
using superior spiritual arguments. Perhaps, Aliyu
has never revealed the bare imperatives of Jihad to him. He becomes engrossed
with the teachings of Aliyu,
and so does the other boys.
Aliyu gets word that government
soldiers are on his trail for radicalising Muslim youths. He calls out to his
loyal adherents that the infidels are
after him, and
the time to prove that Allah reigns has come. Salisu wonders why government
soldiers are after such a holy and noble man. Maybe, they want him for no
offence but rather to thank him for setting young minds on the spiritual and righteous path.
Aliyu, Salisu along with other adherents
retreat to the far-flung and forgotten
Borno forest to meet Abubakar Shekau, the
leader of Boko Haram. Salisu thinks Shekau
a spiritual master from whom his knowledge of Islam will be
increased and his purpose achieved.
At
Osman Camp in the forest, Salisu is thought how to use different weapons. This
troubles him as it is a deviation from his original agenda. Aliyu calms his troubled mind him
by telling him that it is all in preparation for a Jihad, and that soon the
enemies of Allah will be shamed. The enemies of Allah must be wicked invaders then,
since it is a fight of flesh and blood, and not of prayer and fasting, he
surmises.
On Sunday, 24th
December, 2011, Salisu is psyched up and wired up by Shekau for a holy strike
at the heart of the infidels. He is on his first Jihadist mission, and there is a heightened sense of things. He has mixed feelings about confronting
"those" ruthless invaders- enemies of Allah. He wonders what they
look like. As the
truck he is on pulls up behind a church,
he is ordered by a superior to get down, get
into the church and shoot the worshippers there; they are the infidels, the enemies of
Allah. He is alarmed. This cannot be
true! He gets into the church.
He is petrified. He cannot do it. He is ordered again to shoot the infidels.
“They are humans like me, I cannot shoot them”, he answers in trepidation.
“Shoot or be shot” his superior thunders back. Salisu as if stricken by a fit, squeezes
the trigger and let off
a volley of bullets. After the day’s horrendous adventure, he returns to the
camp despondent, tearful and remorseful.
Salisu
participates albeit
unwillingly in
other heinous missions. His scruples never
left him. It has become a Scylla and Charybdis for him at Boko Haram's den. It
is either he does the evil bidding of Shekau or he is killed. Sympathisers of
infidels are infidels themselves. That is the Boko Haram canon.
He becomes blood-soaked in guilt.
There
is a shout of ‘Allahu Akbar’ (God is great)
at the camp. This time it is not a call to prayer, but a cry of joy for killing
innocent, harmless and hapless
people. To Salisu, the cry of Allah
Akbar has become a mantra for killing. He does not make
sense of it. On his
last mission before he finally gives
up, he is compelled by threat of death to slit the throats of innocent children
who are returning from
school. He capitulates, but that becomes his breaking point. He finds a way. Although not an easy one, he
deserts. He has shed enough blood to buy redemption and please God if
truly Jihad is the way to redemption and
pleasing God. There is no redemption,
guilt is all there is.
Confused
and feeling hopeless, Salisu returns to the baobab tree. This time he is not
nestling under it, he is standing like a Trojan. It is crepuscular. The
wind is not blowing and dry leaves are not falling. Everything seems to be in a
hush. He has searched his soul. There is nothing left. He has been a coward for
not taking his own life initially.
This time he will not make the same mistake. He will end it!
Salisu
called me on April, 30th,
2012. He said it was important,
and that he had a package for me. Driven by the uncanny nature of the call, I
travelled to Maiduguri on May 1st,
2012. After settling in at a guest
house at Bize, I made straight for the Ndanusa home, Salisu’s family house. I
called him, but I could not get through to him. I became pensive because I had
thought he would be ready to receive
me given the fact that I had called him a day earlier to inform him of my coming
to Maiduguri. I got to the house, the gates were surprisingly open. I found my way
into the living room. I have been there before. I called out for him. But he did not answer.
Perplexed now, I made for the boys’ room. I opened the door, alas! Salisu was dangling from a ceiling.
It was
very much after his funeral that
I was able to get out of my grief garment to
read a note and a diary he had left for me. It happened that he had been
keeping record of all the happenings in his life. In the note, he wrote “If you read this know that I
have found redemption. Death has redeemed me”. In his diary, with the bold title, “My
Life”, were his story and confessions laced in a fine but teenage narrative of how he
ignorantly and helplessly became a member of the dreaded Boko Haram sect.
Salisu Ndanusa died
an unfortunate Boko Haram militant seeking redemption and the path to knowing and pleasing God.
To
Salisu Ndanusa and all the souls taken by
Boko Haram, Rest in peace.
A writer and poet, Fredrick Nwabufo can be reached at fredricknwabufo@yahoo.com
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