Asia Siddiqui, 31, and Noelle Velentzas, 28, were arrested on charges of a plot to conduct a terrorist bombing campaign in the United States, on behalf of the Islamic State. Both of them had sought to become what one of them described as “real bad bitches” after declaring themselves citizens of the terrorist organization that has seized control of huge swaths of Iraq and Syria. The United States and its allies are currently assisting Iraq to defeat the Islamic State, which has committed heinous acts of brutality and genocide. Both Siddiqui and Velentzas expressed anger about U.S.-led air strikes against IS targets.
Siddiqui is believed to have stockpiled tanks of propane gas outside her basement apartment. According to documents filed with a New York federal court, she “is currently in possession of instructions as to how to transform propane gas tanks into bombs.” She is an associate of the late Samir Khan, who once published an online magazine for al Qaeda. He was eventually killed in a drone strike by the U.S. in Yemen in 2011. Siddiqui also once sent a letter of support to Mohammad Mohamud, according to court documents, who is now serving time in a federal prison for attempting to detonate a bomb at a Christmas tree-lighting ceremony in Oregon. They both had direct online connections to terrorist organizations overseas and within the U.S.
Noelle Velentzas, a co-defendant in the case, reportedly said that fallen Al Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden is among her heroes. In 2013, Velentzasallegedly “pulled a knife from her bra and demonstrated how to stab someone” while meeting with Siddiqui and an undercover officer. “Velentzasadded, ‘Why can’t we be some real bad bitches?’” Federal law enforcement officials say that the former roommates had been plotting an attack on their fellow Americans since May 2013.
According to the undercover officer, Velentzas said of the 2013 murder of NYPD cops Rafael Ramos and Wenjian Liu that it “showed that it was easy to kill a police officer.” The federal complaint filed with the court declared, “She added that killing a police officer is easier than buying food, because sometimes one has to wait in line to buy food.” Soon afterward, Velentzas said that the multitudinous funeral for the fallen cops presented an inviting target for a terrorist strike. “Based on these statements, I believe that Velentzas was trying to evaluate whether a police funeral was an appropriate terrorism target,” FBI Agent Nicholas Hanak wrote.
Siddiqui and Velentzas are now charged with conspiracy to use a weapon of mass destruction inside the United States. It is a charge that may receive a sentence of life imprisonment. Federal authorities claim that the public was at no time in danger. Court documents show that the terrorist duo’s plotting was more aspirational than operational, but that they did plot to create an improvised explosive device.
Last year, Velentzas friended Tairod Pugh -a U.S. Air Force veteran indicted two weeks ago for an IS plot – on Facebook. She has had repeated contact with members of Al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula: the terrorist group behind several bomb plots targeting U.S.-bound planes.
A poem by accused terrorist Asia Siddiqui (wacko from hell)
TAKE ME TO THE LANDS WHERE THE EYES ARE COOLED
Take me to the lands where the eyes are cooled…
There are dreams I will leave everything behind for
Everything that has meaning in my life
Came to life with the introduction to my Lord
To the Oneness of my Lord
To the Mercies of His evermore
Than I can implore…
I have memories of soldiers of Allaah, memories of soldiers of shaytan
Memories of battlegrounds I haven't yet stepped on
Memories of battlefields I have never stepped on…
Yaa Allaah, take me – Aslamtu lirabbil aalameen
Take me… to the lands where the eyes are cooled
Jannatul Firdaus lies unpursued
I remind myself these sacrifies are only for You, too few
Hunger never felt so good as it does handcuffed
Some of us are born soldiers, battle runs through our blood
The sound of gun rattle sends a rush, soothing
I sleep with my eyes open, my subconscious constantly invoking
Al-Baa'ith! Al-Mu'eed! … my mind strays back to golden past I haven't yet lived…
All this Time I spent living Wahn dreams instead
Surrounded by walls of marble with widescreens, gardens of plush green
Pouring rain splashing on window panes, crystal ceilings
But Allaahi, nafsi only knew of empty feelings
Verily, time teases. The tease of martyrdom when the ruh leaves
In degrees; the degrees every soul dreams to seize
The degrees the angels appease one over another
The degrees of infinite seas with which the Lord pleads, the seven seas cannot encumber
I drown in ghibtah rage for a cavalry of my own
Plotting against shaytaan, suffocating for self-control
I want to be purified with every breath, every sweat, every echo, every harakah
The innumerable Tawaafs, the countless du'at, every step I take, I'm back at Arafat
I have work to do. Mistakes to correct, time to make up.
No excuse to sit back and wait- for the skies rain martyrdom
Wait, No! The skies never rain martyrdom…
Martyrdom rains the skies!
This world is a morgue on standstill watching the lost souls
In a cold, silent, blank stare – death stare
Death stirs in cold, silent, despair
Finding no place to call home, my vision blurs
All my fingers plucked out, my veins stretched to dull
Laughter poking into my sleep… into my dreams
Peeling laughter – the never-ending discourse of shaytaan's regime
Sahytaan Ar Rajeem… silenced. Prison walls that scream
The urges reincarnate into rebellion, into physical hunger, social incompetency
I am a slithering soul cringing to be free
The sweat of my efforts choke, wet strokes of vapour from a cloud
For my dreams to emerge… on cracked canvas – chipping off paint
The pigments of a lost nation. A curse. A nation. A religion. A pagan
An exiled. A misery. A child with incisors. A soliciting child
Soliciting for a while for golden signs… along the Cyprus, Nile, miles from
With a defied conscience eager for recompense…
The mountains are my castles, the sand is my sea
I peril through the wilderness as it's a part of me
I hear voices in the dark; feel pressure on my prayer rug
As I swing on a hammock between date palms, I drop bombs
I feel blisters beneath my feet as I sneak behind the enemy fleet
I fall sleep in the midst of battle before sirens and tanks owned by enemy ranks
Hit cloud nine with the smell of turpentine, nations wiped clean of filthy shrines
My teeth grind, my gums sting, my jaws flinch from and flame in chemical pain
And from all this. I confess I've become more sane
My backbones sprain from the tensions of unresolved game
I refuse to return home! Thrust open my wounds where my nerves have ruined
Rupture my skin where my membranes bare thinned
Tear my limbs that resist in abstinence
Here- taste the Truth through fists and slit throats –
And prefer this over death from slit wrists, pills, drunk and doped
Thank me later, for now, do what you will – let the noise persist!
Running in half excitement, half regret, index finger to sky, a bulletproof vest
I turn around – what can my enemies do to me if Allaah has promised me success?
I waken with moistened eyes, tired and high off of unresolved life
Some dreams seem like real life; sometimes, life seems like a dream
I steel from the greedy the remnants of my fitrah and run into the dungeon of death
Jannah awaits!
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