Hamza picked up the latest edition of Al Jazeera and London Times in the airport as well as US News and World Report. He liked to compare and contrast the perspective of the articles. Obviously both  newspapers and the magazine presented articles the other did not deem news worthy, but Hamza was more curious about the stories they both paid attention to. It was almost comical how the Americans and British who wrote the articles for the Times and US News and World Report almost always got it wrong.<br/><br/>A young woman, maybe eighteen or nineteen years of age, preened herself in a small mirror. She was beautiful. Everyone knew that.<span style="font-style: italic">'slut,'</span>Hamza thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">'Just another impure infidel in a less than holy land. They will all burn in hell.'</span>The young woman held up a smart phone and smiled as she took several photographs of herself. Hamza tried so hard to contain his laughter. The young woman looked completely foolish performing this self glorification. It was disgusting. This person obviously believed they were the most precious creature on the planet. The arrogance of this person could cause Hamza to vomit.<span style="font-style: italic">'Such pitiful display of abysmal behavior,'</span>Hamza shook his head and returned to reading the magazine.<br/><br/>Eventually the flight attendants called for the passengers to board the flight. Hamza stood up, straightened his tie and draped his suit coat over his left arm. He picked up the carry-on luggage, after placing the periodicals inside and slid the strap over a shoulder. He then got into the weary procession of travelers to take their seats on the Boeing Dreamliner. His first way point would be Heathrow International Airport before linking up with comrades in Manchester. From there, he would make his way to Palestine and Gaza. But today, he was traveling under the name,<span style="font-style: italic">Habib Najafi</span>. Mr. Najafi was a warehouse manager outside Tehran and had been studying American Operations.<br/><br/>Shortly after take off, Mr. Najafi fell into a well deserved rest, sleeping through several bouts of rough turbulence over the North Atlantic.