Adnan Molee is in his bedroom at his mother’s house, winding down from a day’s work. Adnan is a young British-born member of ISIS, whose family moved to Syria to be part of Islamic State. Adnan is a member of ISIS and writes about his day-to-day experiences each evening.
The sketch focuses on Adnan in thoughtful, reflective poses, between him writing in his diary and brief flashbacks of events that have happened throughout the day.
ADNAN MOLEE (narrating)
Dear diary, it’s my fourth week in my new job, fighting for Islamic State and I’m still not used to the hot weather lol. I still can’t believe we have to wear these black uniforms. I ask you!
Fades to a scene of Adnan and two ISIS colleagues throwing rocks at an off-camera victim. A woman is heard screaming. Adnan stops, takes his balaclava off to reveal his happy, yet heat exhausted, sweaty face. He looks up to the sun and wipes his brow. He exchanges friendly, accomplished looks with his colleagues.
Diary, I really relish the sense of community this job gives me. Cleaning up the Middle East of sin, setting up the Caliphate we can all enjoy and be proud of, but I have to say, the work is is getting a little repetitive. It’s push this gay man off this roof…
Cuts to a happy, effeminate man, dressed very flamboyantly. Adnan happily pushes him of the roof. The gay man seemingly happily complies.
Put these Syrian soldiers in that mass grave…
Cuts to Adnan coaxing a group of tired-looking, but quite jolly men in their underpants to turn around so he can shoot them in the back of their heads. Camera cuts back to Adnan looking content and reflective with the echo of a pistol shot.
And if it’s not that, it’s destroy these historical artifacts. But I have to say, that really was fun…
Cuts to Adnan with two colleagues seemingly having a great time, smashing ornaments and tearing pages out of ancient-looking manuscripts.
Adnan’s mother’s voice can be heard raised from another room.
Adnan, are you still up my little warrior?
Well I hope you’re getting ready for bed?
I’ve put a clean balaclava on the bannisters for tomorrow darling
Thanks Mum. Good night.
Adnan write’s in his diary whilst narrating more quietly.
Well diary, it’s time for bed now and we’ve a busy day ahead of us tomorrow. Who knows what tomorrow will hold though? Shooting drones? Stoning women? Killing non-believers? I’m, sure tomorrow will be fun. Goodnight diary!