Saeed is not happy. He looks at the faces of Americans and sees the devil. He sees his people persecuted and his beliefs ridiculed. He refuses to drive a cab or work in a convenience store. His people are the real chosen ones. Why should he serve those that are beneath him? They have occupied his land and murdered his family. And now it is time to pay. Some gun powder and a box of nails on Fifth Avenue. It’s just that easy.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.