Friday, March 14, 2008

Robert Fisk: The cult of the suicide bomber

Khaled looked at me with a broad smile. He was almost laughing. At one point, when I told him that he shoulhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifd abandon all thoughts of being a suicide bomber - that he could influence more people in this world by becoming a journalist - he put his head back and shot me a grin, world-weary for a man in his teens. "You have your mission," he said. "And I have mine." His sisters looked at him in awe. He was their hero, their amanuensis and their teacher, their representative and their soon-to-be-martyred brother. Yes, he was handsome, young - just 18 - he was dressed in a black Giorgio Armani T-shirt, a small, carefully trimmed Spanish conquistador's beard, gelled hair. And he was ready to immolate himself.

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