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...withdrew from the valley, leaving several of their own dead. But that night the al-Qaeda fighters sneaked back and slipped written messages into the stiff hands of the corpses. A commander named Anatullah found them a day later as his men carried the bodies out on woven beds. "We are Muslims, you are Muslims," he recalls the words on the notes. "Don't fight us. We are waiting for American troops to attack, and then you will see who wins...
...globe in record time. DIED. JUAN JOSE ARREOLA, 83, a fiercely nationalist Mexican author who wrote 16 books of short stories and won Mexico's distinguished National Linguistics and Literature Prize in 1976; in Mexico City. Arreola 's Varia Invencion spawned a literary genre of poetry and prose woven intricately into story form. DIED. GERHART RIEGNER, 90, the honorary vice president and former Secretary-General of the World Jewish Congress, remembered for cabling the U.S. Vice Consul in Geneva with the first authoritative warning of the Nazi holocaust; in Geneva. The Aug. 8, 1942 telegram described Hitler's intent...
...Afghanistan have vanished. Anti-U.S. rhetoric has particularly dulled in Pakistan, where a columnist for the Karachi News International wrote last week that "the unraveling of the self-styled Islamic State [Afghanistan], the only one of its kind in the Muslim world, took only seven weeks. The fabric woven with only one strand, religious fervor, could not withstand the pressure of modern technology." For its part, al-Jazeera had repeatedly promoted the Taliban's military prowess. While the network still relentlessly airs stories about the plight of Afghan refugees, it recently showed a program that denounced the Taliban...
...area is home to many of Vietnam's 54 colorful minority hill tribes, and ethnic crafts are a bargain. A toothless old woman with a tasseled scarlet head wrap and shaved eyebrows walked up to us selling woven blankets and silver jewelry. "Joli, tres joli," she crooned persistently in French. We smiled politely and walked past. She followed. "Very pretty for you," she tried again. Soon, we were surrounded by women with huge earrings, tiny hands and absolutely unshakable sales determination. A few minutes' worth of sign-language barter later, we had somehow acquired four blankets...
...from his giant heart. Denny’s presence was so solid and large in our lives and in our hearts that he transcended our own individualism. He gave us a sense of being lucky to be part of the great web of friends that Denny seemed to have woven his loving arms around and sealed with his confidence and laughter...