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been terribly ill when she woke up that morning and had started coughing blood. She was so bad that your uncles Bilal and Yusuf immediately decided to rush her to hospital. I too went with them.” Rehana began to cry as she told the story to Ruby. “By now, mother was barely conscious. The fever had skyrocketed. I could feel her body burning.”
    Sitting in the front passenger seat, the more hotheaded Yusuf looked explosive, but also on the verge of tears.
    Bilal could not take it anymore. His breath was short, and his hands had begun to shake as the level of glucose in his body plummeted and hypoglycemia began to take hold. That, coupled with his mother’s increasing distress, shattered his control. He jumped out of the car again.
    â€œWhat the fuck is wrong with you?” BORN TO KILL screamed. “Get back inside your car.”
    â€œCome on, soldier,” Bilal yelled back. “Look! She is losing so much blood. Let us through.”
    â€œYeah right!” The anger in BORN TO KILL ’s voice matched his raised weapon. “Get back to your car and wait for your turn.”
    â€œPlease, soldier!” Bilal was begging.
    It had no effect on BORN TO KILL . “Back in line.”
    â€œShe seems to be really sick.” A younger soldier standing beside BORN TO KILL whispered. He had peered inside the car while the heated exchange was taking place. “Why don’t we let them through first?”
    â€œYou shut your fucking mouth, wimp.” BORN TO KILL hissed, “You don’t know these bastards. That is exactly what a pregnant woman said to my father. They were about to let her through when she blew herself up … taking my father and four others with her.”
    The recruit, Ean Gellner, subsided. This was only his fifth week in uniform and his first day on checkpoint duty.
    The other soldiers snickered.
    Their words meant nothing to Bilal, since he did not understand Hebrew, but those snickers jump-started him. Hot anger enveloped him. Shaking an angry fist, he leaped forward.
    â€œStay back!” BORN TO KILL ’s strident yell fell on deaf ears. “Stand back, you moron!” Another yell went unheeded. “Do not cross the line!”
    Tension suddenly escalated.
    To Yusuf and Rehana, watching from the car, everything speeded up and slowed down; too fast for them to do anything yet slow enough to see every nuance.
    As Bilal crossed the line, the rifle in BORN TO KILL ’s hands emitted a sharp flat report. Then, a second later, another shot exploded out.
    The gunshots echoed bleakly in the silence. Jews and Arabs alike, not one could believe shots had been fired. The disbelief was shattered by Bilal’s howl of pain. The first bullet gutted him. He was falling when the second hit him. He swayed, and then slumped to the ground. A shocked Yusuf jumped out and rushed to his brother’s side.
    Yusuf’s move broke the frozen tableau; people scattered frantically, racing to get out of the line of fire.
    BORN TO KILL stood, still as a statue, with his rifle pointed at Bilal, a confused expression frozen on his face. Like the others, even he was shocked.
    Ean Gellner, the recruit, looked as though he was about to burst into tears.
    Life paused, breathless.
    â€œWhat the hell have you done?” a soldier on BORN TO KILL ’s right yelled, dismay plastered on his face.
    â€œWhat could I do? Didn’t you see he was rushing me?” There was a sick smile on his face.
    At that moment Yusuf, kneeling beside his dying brother, looked up. He saw BORN TO KILL ’s smile. He did not see the fear that went with it. To him it looked as though the murderous bastard were smirking. An animal-like howl of rage burst out. Yusuf leaped up and ran toward BORN TO KILL , needing to wipe that ghastly smile off his face. From the rear of the car, Rehana saw Yusuf lunge forward. She screamed, a long futile scream; Yusuf had already broken past the