August 14, 2006
The Jill Carroll Story Part II
Jill Carroll Via Christian Science Monitor: That first day, they were spooked by how close the soldiers had come to finding me. Abu Rasha said they had to move to the house of Abu Ali, his “brother.” I thought he meant his real brother. Later, I realized this was just a reference to a fellow mujahideen.Part I and other related links here.
Abu Rasha removed my glasses and put two black scarves over my head and face so I wouldn’t be able to see where they were taking me. Hanging onto his arm, I stumbled blindly out of the house and into a car, trying to suck fresh air through the suffocating layers of black polyester.
After a short drive we switched cars, and I cowered, motionless in the strange, new back seat. Soon I realized that there were children next to me, and men in the front seat.
A cassette blared a recitation of the Koran and every few minutes the nervous men would mutter “Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar,” as we drove through the darkness.
Then one of them said in Arabic, “What are you? What are you?”
A tiny voice next to me replied, “I’m a Mujahid,” a holy warrior.
It was a boy - I’d learn that his name was Ismael, and he was 6 years old. Just a child, already indoctrinated.