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He sought out and agreed to work with Jamal, an acquaintance from
school days in Istanbul. Jamal had told him about the Syrian with Al
Qaeda, who would support them with money and technology. Their
first assignment from Al Qaeda was easy for them. Jamal had been
trained in Yemen and taught Mahir how to make the bombs. The two
terrorists-in-training placed homemade explosives inside one of the old
GM wrecks that Mahir fixed just enough to get to the synagogue. His
homeland was becoming too intimate with their Zionist neighbors in the
eastern Mediterranean, and it was time to send a clear message that
Israel was not wanted as a partner of modern Turkey in anything. The
Yankees thought the strle of the Muslims would be only against
Israel; it was time to introduce them to the global dimension of the war,
of jihad in many countries at the same time.
By the time he personally met the Syrian, Abdul Sali, Mahir was
already a committed revolutionary and an experienced bomber. He
would have done his duty for nothing, but when Sali offered to pay him
500,000 U.S. dollars to undertake one new mission, he calculated he
could thereafter spend all his time on the Marmora Sea, his son could
someday establish a new technology business, and he would make the
hajj. He accepted the assignment.
The next week Mahir Hakki was on board a freighter out of Istanbul
as an ordinary seaman. They stopped in Izmir for two days to take on
freight, and Mahir took the opportunity to stroll along the quay, wondering
what his father had seen fifty years before when he walked on the
same smooth stones. After loading, the freighter sailed on to its destination,
and the smoky old ship docked on the northern coast of the island
of Cyprus at the port village of Kyrenia, the Turkish enclave on the
mostly Greek island. While the sailors were enjoying a few hours’ leave
and the chance to drink small cups of very black, bitter coffee and to
dally over sweet honey cakes in the open-air cafes downtown as they
watched the local girls, Mahir disappeared. Dressed in old jeans and a
white tee shirt like the ordinary sailors who would be returning to the
ship sometime in the early morning hours, he left with only a canvas
sports bag containing his gear for the coming journey. Between a branch
of the Bank of Turkey and the post office, he saw a blue Ford, as promised,
driven by a man in traditional Arabian dress. Mahir immediately
entered the car. The driver drove away without saying a word and traveled
to the green line that separated the Cypriot capital of Nicosia into
a Greek zone and a Turkish quarter known as Lefkosia. Mahir left the
car at that point and continued on foot to his next rendezvous, his
meeting with Sheik Kemal.
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