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...council room, sitting cross-legged and fingering their prayer beads in a gas lantern's blue light. Some of them greet Karzai with a good Pashtun hug; others kiss his hand. "Is my turban all right?" laughs Karzai when photographers appear. "And I haven't touched my beard in months...
...From the ages of 16 to 18, John Walker had transformed himself from a quiet, smooth-cheeked American teenager to a devout, bearded Muslim studying in Yemen. That he could grow the requisite beard was something of a miracle. Were his parents really onboard with all this? With the new name? The move to Yemen? Frank Lindh says yes. "He was always intellectually coherent, and he had a wonderful sense of humor," Lindh told reporters. "And none of that changed when he converted to Islam. I never had any major misgivings...
Warshall deftly slides into one of the Science Center cubicles sporting a full, bushy beard and a well-worn Phillips Andover cap. He fidgets in his chair, intensely concentrating on the desk’s surface as he formulates his responses. He muses upon his dichotomous role as math concentrator and Jew, navigating between the Science Center and Hillel. “Both groups think I belong to the other group,” he explains while anxiously fingering his Andover ring. “But it’s good for no one to say they...
COOKING THE BOOKS: Since September 11, America has been staying home more - "cocooning," as trend expert Faith Popcorn calls it. That involves more cooking, and cooking involves more cookbooks. That's why "A New Way to Cook" (Artisan) by two-time James Beard Award winner Sally Schneider is such a welcome addition to the home library. Publishers Weekly said of the hefty (739-pps) tome in a starred review: "Every era must have its cookbook, and the cookbook for the early 21st century has arrived...
...village or town, even if the unit ends up fighting in the other corner of the country. Last week, in Spin Boldak, about 60 miles from Kandahar, I met a Taliban named Abadullah, a bright fellow in his mid-twenties whose sun-weathered face glowed red through his beard. He'd studied engineering before joining the Taliban, and he strutted around with a walkie-talkie...