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Zafar
Shah encounters both the CIA and jihadis in this story. The murder of nearly
two million children through UN sanctions in Iraq may be
ignored by collaborators, but not by the resistance. Even the beautiful has
been corrupted, and the innocents killed.
Excerpt:
On this fateful day, I spotted her
on road 9A, waiting for her usual trishaw. There was traffic on the road, but I
stayed focused. She was in a red-and-black shalwar-kameez, her arms bare,
revealing teasingly her white shoulders and armpits. Then our eyes met:
fortunately I looked away, and watched with horror a man, pillion-riding on a
motorcycle, raise a knife towards Maryam.
"Marayam, get down!" I
screamed, and ran towards the bike. The knife missed, as she ducked. The bike
wove between the vehicles, and disappeared.
"That was close, Maryam,"
I said, panting, as I reached her crouching figure. She was weeping.
"They tried to kill me!"
she repeated. It was as if she couldn't believe that they would try to kill
her.