Previously on American Jihati.

I didn't mean the kahati.

Oh, why please come out. I didn't mean the kahati monster.

I'm never coming out.

Please, I'm sorry. Never, never, never.

So if you can encourage more of your children and more of your neighbors

than anyone around you to send people like him to this jihad jihad it would be a great asset.

Maybe it's just for show.

Or like, is he killing people?

Is he, I didn't really know what was going on.

I just knew that that was my brother on TV.

Right now I live in an empty house with internet.

I don't leave except on rare occasions when the streets are dead to go use the phone.

People are looking for excuses to get me out of the way.

In my back and forth with Omar,

there was always this strange split in the way he presented himself.

The part that made the most sense to me was the part that we shared, references to 90s bands

like Sublime and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, the way we take shots at each other over email.

The other part, Omar in Somalia, Omar the jihadi.

That part was harder.

So sometimes I would try to get Omar to show me how to put the two parts together.

After I came back from interviewing his parents in Alabama, I asked him how he would explain

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