Afghan War
, and that service in that or another
holy war
is a prerequisite for membership. Another common claim is that members must be devout
Sunni Muslims
.
·
Most accounts hold that Al Qaeda was created as a direct response to the
11/9 attacks
, but there are a few stories that suggest it actually predates the
War on Terror
.
·
Public figures whose names have been linked to Al Qaeda include
Senator Osama bin Laden
(POG-Arabia), his chief of staff
Ayman al Zawahiri
, and his former campaign manager
Abu Yusuf Idris Abd al Qahhar
.
·
One popular Al Qaeda rumor holds that the group’s existence was first uncovered by a
Baghdad Post
reporter who died under suspicious circumstances after revealing what he had found. The
Post
’s publisher,
Tariq Aziz
, has denied this rumor, joking that “No one gets killed at my newspaper unless I order it.”
AL QAEDA IN POPULAR CULTURE
·
In the second season of
24/7 Jihad
, it was revealed that super-agent
Jafar Bashir
is a former Al Qaeda member expelled for being “too overzealous” in his pursuit of terrorists.
“He’s a Wahhabi fanatic,” Samir said.
“His family are Unitarians,” Mustafa demurred. “Idris always struck me as a member of the cult of Idris.”
“But who is he?” asked Amal.
They were on the roof of AHS headquarters, watching the moon rise over the Tigris. Inside, Farouk and Idris were in the second hour of a conference call with the powers that be in Riyadh. Mustafa and the others had come up here to get away from the shouting.
“An old schoolmate,” Mustafa told her. “Idris was an upperclassman at the boys’ academy where Samir and I first met. He was popular, but also a bully. Some of the other students called him ‘Iblis’ behind his back.”
“Satan?” Amal glanced at Samir, who was scowling at some private memory of humiliation.
“He dropped out of school a month before graduation, to go fight in Afghanistan—”
“Where he would have died, if there was any justice in the world,” Samir interjected.
“—and after that, we didn’t hear anything of him for years. Until one day he turned up on Al Jazeera as a spokesman for the Bin Laden campaign. He had a family by then, and went by ‘Abu Yusuf,’ but it was the same old Idris.”
“The Party of God political strategist?” Amal said. “That Abu Yusuf?”
“You’ve heard of him, then. Ah, of course . . .”
“When my mother ran for the Senate, Abu Yusuf Abd al Qahhar was in charge of the POG’s smear campaign against her.”
“The ‘Whore of Baghdad’ robocalls.” Mustafa nodded. “I remember the uproar over those. Didn’t one of your brothers threaten to kill whoever was responsible?”
“Not just one of my brothers . . . So this is the same guy? And what is he now, Bin Laden’s personal hatchet man?”
“Abu Yusuf’s current job description is a matter of some speculation. Officially he’s attached to Homeland Security as ‘special liaison’ to the Senate Intelligence Committee. Unofficially . . . I assume you’ve heard the stories about Bin Laden forming his own private anti-terrorism squad?”
“Al Qaeda? I’ve heard of it. It’s an urban legend.”
“No doubt,” said Mustafa. “But if Al Qaeda did exist, and if Bin Laden needed someone to run the day-to-day operations while he was busy in Congress, Abu Yusuf is the sort of man you’d expect him to pick.”
“That’s just great!” said Samir. “The acting head of Al Qaeda, and we’ve gone and gotten him pissed at us. At me.”
Half an hour later they were summoned back downstairs. As they filed into Farouk’s office, Idris regarded them coldly, his gaze lingering on Samir until Samir began to squirm.
“Now that the jurisdictional question is settled,” Farouk said, “let’s get down to business. Abu Yusuf, I understand you’re already acquainted with Mustafa and Samir. And you’ve met Amal, though I imagine there was no formal introduction—”
“I know who she is,” Idris said. “Are you certain the president would want you to involve a woman in this matter?”
“Amal is a fine agent.”
“Yes, I’m sure you employ the daughter of Anmar al Maysani for her fine skills.”
“No doubt Senator Bin Laden has a similar appreciation for the skills of Abu Yusuf,” Amal said.
“If I may, sir,” Mustafa spoke up, before another round of shouting could erupt. “What is all this about?”
“It’s about the mirage,” Farouk said. “Earlier tonight, the prisoner Costello told you a rather incredible story. What you don’t know is that the story is not unprecedented. Other interrogation subjects have been spouting the same legend: that this world we live in is false; that God loves America, not Arabia.”
“How many other interrogation subjects?”
“Many. I can’t give you a more precise answer because—as the president was disturbed to learn recently—there has apparently been an effort by certain elements of the intelligence community to conceal the existence of this legend.”
“There’s no cover-up!” Idris said. “This so-called legend is obviously propaganda dreamed up by Christian fanatics to inspire suicide bombers. If the president wasn’t informed about it, it’s because it isn’t important enough to merit his attention.”
“The president does not agree with Abu Yusuf’s assessment,” Farouk said. “He desires an independent investigation into the question of the mirage.”
“So he called you?” Amal said, immediately regretting it. “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t mean to imply—”
“No, it’s a fair point. I am a Christian, and as we all know, in the current environment Christians—even Egyptian Christians who have never had any connection with terrorism—are viewed with suspicion. But as one would expect of the leader of the Arab Unity Party, the president is a true ecumenist.”
“And he’s from Cairo,” Mustafa said, having gotten it at “Egyptian.” He turned to Amal and explained: “Farouk and the president come from the same neighborhood.”
“Yes,” Farouk said, with a small smile. “As it happens, my third cousin is married to the president’s half brother.”
“Sir,” said Samir, still casting nervous glances at Idris, “about this investigation, I don’t think I—”
“I know you are only too happy to do whatever your commander in chief asks of you, Samir,” Farouk said, “but please restrain your expressions of enthusiasm while I finish. The president has asked me to oversee a reexamination of all existing intelligence pertaining to the mirage legend. He wants to know where this story originated and how it’s being spread. He wants to know what it means. And he wants to know where these are coming from . . .” Farouk held up the newspaper Amal and Samir had found in Costello’s apartment. “Many of the most fervent believers in the legend have in their possession objects, like this one, that they claim are artifacts from the ‘real’ world. Forged props, obviously, but we need to find out who’s making them.”
“Does Homeland Security have any more of these artifacts?” Mustafa asked.
“Yes. In fact Abu Yusuf, in what I am sure will be a continuing spirit of cooperation, has just turned over a number of items that he obtained earlier today from the ABI office in Kufah. We have them down the hall, in Conference Room B.”