The Terrorist’s Son

Text by K. Cecchini
Eight years before 9/11, a 1,200 pound bomb exploded in the World Trade Center’s parking garage; it killed 6 people and injured over a thousand people. El-Sayyid Nosair was one of the attack’s architects.
But this article is not about the terrorist. It is about a very different man – his son.

Worlds Collide

Zak Ebrahim
Zak Ebrahim
Nosair only had 7 years to share his “very hateful ideology” with his son before he was imprisoned. As detailed in his memoir, The Terrorist’s Son, Zak Ebrahim, his mother and siblings suffered for his father’s actions; Nosair’s notoriety ultimately led to the family’s transient and impoverished existence and an abusive remarriage.
Because of -or in spite of- his childhood, Zak’s worldview lies in direct opposition to Nosair’s.

Zak Ebrahim credits two things for the undoing of this worldview; bullying and exposure. Being bullied taught him empathy while kindness from people he had previously stereotyped taught him understanding,  “I realized i wasn’t being the better person because of my beliefs, I was doing to them what had been done many times before and…I didn’t want to be that person who made others feel the way that I had been made to feel.”

 Moral of His Story

For years, Zak was still hard pressed for answers from El-Sayyid Nosair  about “why he chose this ideology over is family…and why he chose to leave us so unprotected?”
But, today, he is ok without those answers.
For the past 6 years, Zak has found a much better way to not only process his father’s actions, but to also transform a volatile childhood into a positive contribution; storytelling.
The idea that his story could be useful for others to hear evolved partly from the anti-war movement of the previous decade, “I thought if people knew my story, it would help them understand the context of radicalization” and, perhaps, how to mitigate it.
“One of the main ingredients of radicalization is isolation,” Zak warns. We have to be mindful of our reactions to events like the Charlie Hebdo attack, because “marginalizing is exactly what these extremist groups want, they want Muslims to have to deal with being stereotyped and being harassed for their religion because it pushes them out of the mainstream and makes people more susceptive to joining groups….human beings more than anything want a purpose in life… that makes them feel fulfilled and unfortunately many people can be tricked into believing things that are greater than themselves.”
Although Zak has no illusions of utopia, he believes that we are more likely to defeat groups like ISIS if we all come together to rally against them. On the other hand, he echoes the concept that military force will only strengthen their narratives.
“You can choose peace.”

Coming Out

“The Terrorist’s Son” is a brave moniker to choose. And, as Zak tells it, he is an unlikely storyteller. He credits his best friend and associate Sharon for supporting their venture as his “courage before (he) had it”.
Zak attributes the traction his story has received to the fact that we can all relate to the emotions within it, but he is still amazed and grateful for the public’s reception, “there’s nothing in the world that I could have done that would’ve been better than what I’m doing now, taking such a negative experience and showing people that there is hope at the end of the tunnel.”
When Zak said, “I feel very lucky and grateful that I get to do it,” I could hear the happiness in his voice.

“We are not his children anymore.”

The last line of Zak’s book gave me chills. I had one more question; did he forgive his father?
Zak first articulated his view on the concept of forgiveness; “it’s not absolution”.
Then he delved into it. No longer seeking Nosair’s answers, Zak reflected, “In that sense I think perhaps I allowed myself I guess,” I hear him take a deep breath on the other end of the line, “to forgive myself for all the terrible things I had gone through and the way that I was made to feel because of those experiences.”
“You’ve come to some sort of peace with it, is what I’m gathering?” I tried to clarify.
Pause.
Quietly, Zak agrees, “Yes.”
Learn more about Zak Ebrahim:
Click here for Mr. Ebrahim’s website or follow him on Twitter: @ZakEbrahim
The book and the tour. The Terrorist’s Son (Memoir): Zak donates a percent of sales from his memoir to Tuesday’s Children, a community of terrorism victims and their families around the world (that was started after 9/11). Zak is looking forward to dates in Australia and he is particularly honored and amazed to be sharing a panel with Desmond Tutu in England in the spring.
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YIK YAK Paddy Whack!

By (Anonymous) Guest Author

Views presented in the article are those of the author and may not be of Tonight at Dawn.

So there’s a new(er) app out called YIK YAK, which essentially works like a twitter account, with one small difference —the sender of the message is anonymous.

Using geo-fencing technology on your smartphones, the app works like a “virtual bulletin board” for any 1.5-mile radius, creating small pockets of communities. A couple of things to start off:

What the hell is the point of this thing?!

Anonymous tweeting in a designated area? That doesn’t open the door up for any form of faceless bullying to take place…now does it? (Well, it already has.)

Why would I want to post a message to a community of people, 90% of whom I do not know and will never know?

Does the town of ——— really need to know that “I took a sh– in the Iris Gardens last night” (at least the bowels of the village idiots are running satisfactorily), or “These ho– ain’t loyal” (apparently pimpin’ in “yakville”, just like the rest of the world, ain’t easy). These are actual yik yaks. I would cite them to avoid any plagiarism, but, of course, they are anonymous.

Defenders of the app will say that this was designed for college communities, and has been overrun by high schoolers and other juveniles with healthy excretory systems. To them I refer back to my talking points.

I enjoy social media like anyone else, and I don’t think I’m at that age yet where all these new-fangled devices are flying over my head, but this one seems totally pointless to me, especially in an age where cyber bullying is a large issue for teens. I mean, most of the bullying types weren’t afraid to gang up on a kid on Facebook or Twitter, where their identities were somewhat easily available. I’m sure that this is a territory that they would not dare cross into.

Parents and teachers, be aware.

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Screenshot of a local Yik Yak feed.