Dearborn Logic: Call Us After You’re Dead

Welcome to Dearborn, where even murder attempts run on Arab Standard Time. The saga of Haidar “Zilzal” Alfadawi isn’t just tragic—it’s a masterclass in how the system looks at Arabs and says: “Yalla, come back Monday.”

Picture this: Zilzal, a man who knew someone was out to get him, walks into the police station begging for protection. He files reports. He explains the threats. He even asks the million-dollar question:

👉 “What if they kill me today?”

And the officer, in all his bureaucratic glory, delivers the punchline of the decade:

👉 “Call us.”

Call you? After the murder? What do you want him to do—FaceTime from the grave? Should he leave his killers on hold while he dials 911 from Jannah? This isn’t law enforcement. This is customer service with a body count.

And then it happens. Just hours later, Zilzal gets run down in broad light like it’s a Fast & Furious audition. Suddenly, everyone’s shocked. The same system that told him to “wait until Monday” now wants us to clap because the suspect turned himself in. That’s not justice—that’s damage control.

Why It Hits Different in Dearborn

If Zilzal was a white suburban dad reporting threats, you’d see helicopters, SWAT vans, and drones circling his house before he even finished the sentence. But here? Arab blood is cheap. Our lives get measured in Monday appointments and polite shrugs.

It’s the same old Dearborn formula:

• Community leaders throw up a Facebook post with a Quran verse.

• Police issue a statement about “investigation ongoing.”

• And the rest of us? We add another name to the long list of Arabs who had to die (or almost die) before anyone paid attention.

Satirical Solutions (Because Apparently Reality Isn’t Enough)

• The Dearborn Death App™: File your murder report with Uber Eats. That way, at least you’ll get a driver and a time estimate.

• Monday Murder Protection Plan™: Threats valid only during business hours. If you die on the weekend, sorry, no refunds.

• Graveyard 911™: Press “2” if you’re calling from the afterlife.

Final Word

This isn’t just one man’s tragedy—it’s a Dearborn case study in how institutions see Arabs: dramatic, disposable, and not urgent until there’s blood on the pavement.

Zilzal asked the question that should haunt every cop in this city: “Call you after they kill me?”

And the chilling part? In Dearborn, the answer really is: “Sure.”

Shamefully,

Habib