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...State of Siege Umma Aman tells me she is prepared to die for her god. This is the kind of rhetoric I've come to expect from students at Jamia Hafsa, the women's seminary attached to Lal Masjid. I am not expecting an immediate demonstration of her faith. But during a six-hour battle between students and Pakistani paramilitary forces, which ended with four students, one policeman and several bystanders, including a local journalist, dead, and scores injured, it's clear these seminarians do not take their religion lightly...
...hurl bamboo staves, broom handles and water bottles over the complex wall. The bottles return, empty, and the women fill them up again and toss them back. Aman disappears out the gate. "I will do everything in my power to protect my madrasah," she says. "I am ready to die for it." An hour later I find her again, pressing a wet rag to her streaming eyes. "I wanted to die, but my elders stopped me." Friends, crowding around, nod in sympathy...
...ready to storm the mosque. But then he said that suicide terrorists affiliated with al-Qaeda had infiltrated the men's madrasah, that going in would provoke a bloodbath. One of the female students laughs at the idea of an al-Qaeda link: "We ourselves are willing to die for our school; we don't need any outsiders to do it for us." (I later learn that the explosion came from the Environment Ministry, which had been torched to the ground while I was inside the madrasah.) The woman offers me lunch. When I point out that perhaps this...
...take advantage of a lull in the fighting to slip out the back of the complex to the street. Adeem leaves me at the gate. Eyes still blazing, she bids me farewell. "Tell them how angry we are," she says. "Write in your story how willing we are to die for our cause." It doesn't sound like rhetoric any more. It sounds like a promise...
...time New Yorkers. Dominic's on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx has been there as long as I can remember (I'm 75), and great food is always on hand. Unfortunately, you will not find butternut-squash dumplings, but the stuffed artichokes are to die for. And I still mourn the loss of Sloppy Louie's at South and Fulton streets, where I learned to eat fish. It served a bouillabaisse that was extraordinary. There were others, but why belabor the point? And that's only in New York City...