“today’s al-Qaeda attack on the US embassy in Turkey.” My mother sobbed once, and my father closed his eyes. I shook my head, silently pleading with Darius not to say this. Not to do this. But he kept going. “I was once asked to commit atrocities against the Muslim people by the United States government,” Darius said, reading from a piece of paper. “I now choose to lead those same innocent victims in the fight against American tyranny. Today’s strike on the US embassy is merely the first in a series of planned attacks against the United States to”