This article is based on reporting by Neil MacFarquhar, Jim
Yardley and Paul Zielbauer and was written by Mr. Yardley.
recisely two years ago, not long before he traveled to
the United States to coordinate the worst terrorist attacks in
history, Mohamed Atta attended a wedding. The event was held in the
German port city of Hamburg, where Mr. Atta had recently earned a
university degree, but this was not the marriage of a college
friend.
The groom was Said Bahaji, now the focus of an international
manhunt for his suspected role in the Sept. 11 attacks. Prominent
among the guests was Mamoun Darkazanli, a Syrian businessman
suspected of being a financial conduit for Osama bin Laden's Al
Qaeda organization. Another guest was Mr. Atta's friend, Marwan
al-Shehhi, whom authorities say crashed the second hijacked airliner
into the World Trade Center.
This was not what Mr. Atta's father in Egypt had imagined when he
sent his son abroad to earn the sort of academic degree that would
bring him prestige and success at home. Instead of becoming an
architect or an urban planner, Mr. Atta had become an Islamic
terrorist.
Mr. Atta's path to Sept. 11, pieced together from interviews with
people who knew him across 33 years and three continents, was a
quiet and methodical evolution of resentment that somehow ?and that
how remains the essential imponderable ?took a leap to
mass-murderous fury.
The youngest child of a pampering mother and an ambitious father,
Mr. Atta was a polite, shy boy who came of age in an Egypt torn
between growing Western influence and the religious fundamentalism
that gathered force in reaction. But it was not until he was on his
own, in the West, that his religious faith deepened and his
resentments hardened. The focus of his disappointment became the
Egyptian government; the target of his blame became the West, and
especially America.
In Hamburg, his life divided into before and after. He would
disappear more than once, and officials say they have strong
evidence that he trained at Mr. bin Laden's terrorist camps in
Afghanistan during the late 1990's. It was also in those years,
German investigators say, that Mr. Atta became part of the Hamburg
cell that became a key planning point for the Sept. 11 attacks.
"I remember that he changed somewhat," said Dittmar Machule, his
academic supervisor at Hamburg Technical University. "He looked more
serious, and he didn't smile as much."
His acquaintances from that time still cannot reconcile him as a
killer, but in hindsight the raw ingredients of his personality
suggest some clues. He was meticulous, disciplined and highly
intelligent.
His vision of Islam embraced resolute precepts of fate and
destiny and purity, and, ultimately, tolerated no compromise. He ate
no pork and scraped the frosting off cakes, in case it contained
lard. He threatened to leave the university unless he was given a
room for a prayer group. He spoke of a desire to marry, but was
remote to the point of rudeness with women, considering most
insufficiently devout.
Those who had known him as a quiet student say his demeanor
became more brooding, more troubled. The most obvious change was
both cosmetic and spiritual: he had grown the beard of an Islamic
fundamentalist.
A Shy and Sheltered Boy
The genteel gloss of the Abdein neighborhood of Cairo had dulled
to shabby disrepair by the early 1980's when Mohamed al-Amir Atta
entered his teenage years. The government workers who had once lived
well on $100 a month found themselves in a vortex of downward
mobility, working second and third jobs to survive.
Mr. Atta's father, a lawyer, considered his neighbors inferior,
even if he, too, feared the economic undertow. Neighbors recalled an
arrogant man who often passed without a word or a glance.
The family was viewed as thoroughly modern, the two daughters
headed for careers as a professor and a doctor. The father was the
disciplinarian, grumbling that his wife spoiled their bright, if
timid, son, who continued to sit on her lap until enrolling at Cairo
University.
"I used to tell her that she is raising him as a girl, and that I
have three girls, but she never stopped pampering him," Mohamed
al-Amir Atta Sr. recalled in a recent interview at his apartment.
In a high school classroom of 26 students grouped by their shared
given name, Mohammed Hassan Attiya recalled that Mr. Atta focused
solely on becoming an engineer ?and following his father's
bidding.
"I never saw him playing," Mr. Attiya said. "We did not like him
very much, and I think he wanted to play with the rest of the boys,
but his family, and I think his father, wanted him to always perform
in school in an excellent way."
The social, political and religious pressures roiling Egypt
exploded in 1981 with the assassination of President Anwar el-
Sadat, the first Arab leader to make peace with Israel.
Fundamentalists decried him as a puppet of the West, a traitor to
Islam.
Even for a boy as sheltered as Mr. Atta, the disillusionment on
the streets would have been difficult to ignore. His father, without
explanation, says his son began to pray in earnest at 12 or 13, an
awakening that coincided closely with Sadat's slaying. But the elder
Mr. Atta said his son's religious inclination did not extend to
politics.
"I advised him, like my father advised me, that politics equals
hypocrisy," his father said.
The boy refused to join a basketball league because it was
organized by the Muslim Brotherhood, Egypt's most established
religious political organization, which also recruited from Cairo
University's engineering department but not, apparently, Mr. Atta,
who graduated from there in 1990.
His degree meant little in a country where thousands of college
graduates were unable to find good jobs. Though Mr. Atta found work
with a German company in Cairo and was reluctant to leave his mother
and sisters, his father convinced him that only an advanced degree
from abroad would allow him to prosper in Egypt. Soon he was headed
to Hamburg Technical University on scholarship.
"I told him I needed to hear the word `doctor' in front of his
name," his father recalled. "We told him your sisters are doctors
and their husbands are doctors and you are the man of the family."
From initial appearances, the slender young Mr. Atta
remained the same person in Hamburg that he had been in Egypt
?polite, distant and neatly dressed. He answered a classified ad and
was hired part- time at an urban planning firm, plankontor. He
impressed his co-workers with his diligence and the careful elegance
of his drafting.
Yet he must have felt unmoored, on his own in a strange land. He
took refuge in the substantial population of Turkish, African and
Arab immigrants living in the blue- collar Harburg section
surrounding the university. There, his religious faith, still
tentative in Egypt, took deeper hold.
He brought a prayer carpet to his job and carefully adhered to
Islamic dietary restrictions, shunning alcohol and checking the
ingredients of everything, even medicine. He had his choice of three
mosques, but the two closest to campus were dominated by Turks, whom
many local Arabs disdained as less devout and too sympathetic to
America.
Instead, Mr. Atta often prayed at the Arabic-language Al-Tauhid
mosque, a bleak back room of a small shop where the imam, Ahmed
Emam, preached that America was an enemy of Islam and a country
"unloved in our world."
Mr. Atta's academic focus was Arab cities, specifically
preserving them in the face of Western-style development. He
returned to Cairo for three months in 1995 to observe a renovation
project around the old city gates, Bab Al-Nasr and Bab Al-Futuh. The
project, he came to believe, involved little more than knocking down
a poor neighborhood to improve the views for tourists.
"It made him angry," recalled Ralph Bodenstein, one of two German
students in the program. "He said it was a completely absurd way to
develop the city, to make a Disneyworld out of it."
Over meals with Mr. Bodenstein and the other German student,
Volker Hauth, Mr. Atta spoke bitterly about the government's
suppression of Islamic fundamentalist groups and the clinics and day
care centers they had built in ignored neighborhoods.
His sympathy for their cause, Mr. Atta feared, would doom his own
future at home. His only hope for a good urban-planning job in Egypt
was to be hired by an international organization. He tried but never
was. The young man sent West to better his future at home now
worried that he had no future in Egypt at all.
He returned to Hamburg in 1996, and investigators say he
eventually moved into an apartment at 54 Marienstrasse with two
other suspected hijackers, Mr. al-Shehhi and Ziad Jarrah.
In November 1997 he paid an unexpected visit to his academic
supervisor, Professor Machule, to discuss his thesis, then
disappeared again for about a year. Federal officials say they have
strong evidence that he trained at an Al Qaeda camp in Afghanistan
during the late 1990's, which could explain his whereabouts in
1998.
He reappeared in Hamburg in early 1999, the period that German
investigators connect him with the cell of about 20 other suspected
terrorists. At the university, he insisted on a room for an Islamic
prayer group. A student council representative demurred, suspicious
that such organizations were cover for terrorist recruitment.
"He said, `This is about my life. If I cannot pray here, I cannot
study here, at this university,' " said the council representative,
Marcus Meyer.
Mr. Atta's degree had been on hold; suddenly, finishing it became
imperative. He submitted his thesis in August 1999. When he
successfully defended his thesis, graduating with high honors, Mr.
Atta refused to shake hands with one of the two judges, a woman.
His father has told reporters that his son earned a masters
degree in Germany, but in fact, Mr. Atta received only an
undergraduate degree. But his attentions were already elsewhere. He
began preparing to go to America.
A Disciplined Perfectionist
With few exceptions,
Mohamed Atta regarded the Americans who crossed his path with the
same contempt his father once reserved for his Cairo neighbors. He
was polite when he had to be ?to rent a car or an airplane ?but the
mildness recalled by his friends in Egypt and Germany was gone, as
was his beard.
He arrived in June at Newark International Airport and would
spend the next 15 months in near perpetual motion, earning a pilot's
license in Florida during the last six months of 2000, then spending
the first nine months of 2001 traveling across the country and at
least twice to Europe.
The awful efficiency of the attack demanded a leader with a
precise and disciplined temperament, and Mr. Atta apparently filled
that role. Federal investigators have told a House committee that in
the fall of 2000, as he was in the middle of flight training in
Venice, Fla., Mr. Atta received a wire transfer of more than
$100,000 from a source in the United Arab Emirates. Investigators
believe the source was Mustafa Ahmad, thought to be an alias for
Shaykh Said, a finance chief for Mr. bin Laden.
For much of 2001, Mr. Atta appeared to make important contacts
with other hijackers or conspirators. He traveled twice to Spain, in
January and July, and officials are investigating whether he met
with Al Qaeda contacts. He also used Florida as a base to move
around the United States, including trips to Atlanta, where he
rented a plane, to New Jersey, where he may have met with other
hijackers, and at least two trips to Las Vegas. Everywhere he went,
he made hundreds of cell phone calls and made a point to rent
computers for e-mails, including at a Las Vegas computer store,
Cyberzone, where customers can play a video game about terrorists
with a voice that declares "terrorists win."
While Mr. Atta was considered a perfectionist, he was not
infallible. Brad Warrick, owner of a rental agency in South Florida
where Mr. Atta returned a car two days before the attack, found an
ATM receipt and a white Post-it note that became key evidence. Mr.
Atta's decision to wire $4,000 overseas shortly before the attacks
left an electronic trail that investigators believe is leading back
to Al Qaeda. Finally, authorities found his luggage at Logan Airport
in Boston, containing, among other things, his will. It remains
unclear if the bag simply missed the connection to his flight.
Or perhaps the introvert, the meticulous planner, the man who
believed he was doing God's will, wanted to make certain the world
knew his name.