Fisk describes conversation with Abu Ali, who escaped a sucide bombing. the excerpt that gave me goose pimples:
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The women accepted Abu Ali's invitation and they walked together to his car. "Ali the guard was there and I opened the door and was about to start the engine when I suddenly realized I had left my lap-top in the office. So I left the women there and said I'd be back in a moment." This was the moment that the red-haired man arrived in the Caprice.
"I had returned through the back room of the office and that's when there was the great blast of an explosion. I was hit on the back of my head and side by pieces of concrete, probably from the roof.
The building protected me. But I got up and managed to get to the street in two minutes and I saw my car burning. There were 28 cars on fire, all flaming away. Ali the guard, the poor guy, was gone.
It isn't right to say he died - he absolutely ceased to exist. There was nothing of him left. He was atomised." Not so Um Ghassen and Um Bassem. "They were killed at once and we found bits of them, but we couldn't find their heads." Here Abu Ali refuses another cappuccino and looks almost desperately around the empty, cold cafe in which we are sitting.
"Two days later, we found both their heads on the roof of the building. One of them had got stuck in part of the roofing and it took an hour to get it free. And now here am I, a secular man, thinking of their sacrifice. Did they die for me? Is that how I should see their sacrifice? I am not a religious person, but I probably reflect more now upon God and what this means."====================================
I dont think i should read fisk (or christian parenti even) when i'm stoned.
full article at
http://www.dawn.com/2005/02/03/op.htm (scroll down to "Iraq: The Uprising Goes On"