Overheard inside a Salah Ad Din bunker
First militant: “I must say, Widaad, I do not find the sound of heavily-armed enemy weaponry buzzing over our heads very…pleasing to the senses.”*
Second militant: “Nor do I, Amal. Nor do I. But I will say this: I very much enjoyed your use of litotes in describing our dire predicament. There’s just such a… sophistication to you, my brother. And if you don’t mind my saying so, you are a genuine pleasure to share a ramshackle, corrugated tin leanto with. Sincerely. I wouldn’t want to be here now with anyone else in the whole world, Allah be praised.”
First militant: “‘Litotes.’ That’s …Greek, is it not?”
Second militant: “Indeed it is, Amal. Indeed it is.”
Second militant: “By the way, did I mention how very much I enjoy our time here together in this lonely, out of the way, ramshackle and corrugated tin leanto? Because I really, really, really do, Amal. Lots and lots. If you know what I mean.”
First militant: “Uh huh. I could have you beheaded for such talk—you realize this, right, Widaad?”
Second militant: “So…is that, like, a no then, or…?