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eturned from Pakistan. He hadn’t worked much since the kidnapping. He wasn’t sure what he would do in the future. He wanted to be in Mumbai. We finished dinner. My brother and I left. “Really interesting guy,” my brother said. “I liked him. Pretty damaged, though.” Indeed, Sean was damaged. I thought about him, and my own life. Since moving overseas, I had seen my brother for only three meals— two dinners and a breakfast. I had missed a family wedding, countless holidays. I had skipped out on helping my mother recover from the death of her husband. I had not been around for my father’s various health problems. Back home, I was the relative no one recognized. And here I was, on my rst night of a short visit to my brother, thinking about ying back to Asia. What was I sacricing everything for? I loved my job, but my job clearly did not love me. The messages from the new overall bosses featured ominous phrases such as “your partner in change” and did not mention foreign coverage. I had never even met the new editor of our newspaper. As the cherry on my sundae of doom, owner Sam Zell had just been interviewed by the editor of Portfolio magazine, in which he again complained about my story on the TV show Afghan Star. He was like my grandmother with my marital status —he wouldn’t let it go. It’s possible he thought I lived in Chicago. “The entire focus is on becoming an international correspondent,” he complained. “I mean, I know that because our newspaper sent somebody to Kabul to cover the ‘Afghan Idol Show.’ Now, I know Idol is the No. 1 TV program in the world, but do my readers really want a rsthand report on what this broad looked like who won the ‘Afghan Idol Show’? Is that news?” So I added up everything—my brother, Sean, Sam Zell, all that death in Mumbai. If I had learned one thing in Afghanistan and Pakistan, it was that there would always be another major tragedy. If I had learned another, it was that family was important. I had rarely put any family rst, or put anything or anyone rst except my job. I had lost relationships over work, friendships over work. It was time to let go. “So you have to leave, right?” my brother asked. He knew the drill. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said. I called my boss.
I called my boss. “So is there anyone else who can go?” I asked. “I’m a little sick.” He may have known I was exaggerating my slight sinus infection, but he denitely knew how many vacations I had cut short, how tired I was. So he said I could stay in London for a few days. I still ew back a day early, to Islamabad. Once the horric siege of Mumbai was nished, killing 171 people over three days, the focus of the story switched to Pakistan, hardly a shock to the world. The one surviving militant had allegedly told Indian authorities that he was from a town called Faridkot. But at least three towns were named Faridkot in the province of Punjab alone. I had no interest in running after a ghost, in driving to town after town. I wanted the right Faridkot. I also needed to go to Lahore, the capital of Punjab, to look into the charity that American and Indian authorities claimed was a front for the militant group Lashkar-e-Taiba, blamed for the Mumbai attack. This group—“Lash” for short—had been formed with the help of the Inter- Services Intelligence Directorate (ISI), the Pakistani spy agency, in the late 1980s, just after the Soviets were driven out of Afghanistan. It had originally served as an unocial arm of the Pakistan military, doing its dirty work in the Indian-controlled part of Kashmir. After Lash was blamed for attacking India’s parliament in late 2001, Pakistan banned the group and distanced itself—in theory, at least. Like other banned militant groups, leaders were placed under house arrest, but only for a few months. Like other groups, Lash simply changed its name. Most militancy experts and Western diplomats believed that Lash was now publicly operating as the charity Jamaat-ud-Dawa. The same man had started both groups, the groups had shared the same leaders. Even before the siege of Mumbai, the United States had imposed nancial sanctions on the founder and listed both groups as terrorist organizations. Still, despite a public crackdown on Lash, the charity had run relief camps during a major earthquake and during the internal refugee crisis. A few weeks before Mumbai, the charity held two large meetings in Punjab Province, the rst since Lash was banned. Almost a million people attended each meeting. The founder talked in vague terms about jihad, a phrase that in Islam usually meant “a personal struggle against temptation” but with these groups was often code for ghting in
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Copyright © 2011 by Kim Barker The
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Cover Title Page Copyright Dedicati
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KABUL
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enough to make it into my newspaper
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championship game. Like everyone el
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grueling way we came, seven hours,
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nothing like the Taliban. But they
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clear sign I was a foreigner, we dr
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I CHAPTER 2 MONTANA ew home to Chic
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nancial ruin. I cobbled together re
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city of about three or four million
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one is supposed to be happy at an A
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can work with someone who says bad
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thrown at their palace compound. I
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confused with the recently opened A
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smiled, even when talking about tra
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convinced Ismail Khan to abandon He
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CHAPTER 4 THERE GOES MY GUN D espit
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U.S. troops were killed in the ghti
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John Wilson. And always, their miss
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I knew this from Afghans—they fea
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A boy poured the sweet milky tea fr
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watch me take notes. In return, I w
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I CHAPTER 5 ONE WAY OR ANOTHER n Ka
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We said goodbye to the taxi driver
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Nasir looked at me, as if I had any
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“They want money,” Farouq told
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Warlords then took positions outsid
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three pigs were elsewhere at the ti
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me back and all was forgiven, espec
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Sean, the British journalist who wa
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eversed one of its only decisions t
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I CHAPTER 7 MONKEY GONE TO HEAVEN l
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oy. But now it was too cold for suc
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pressure cooker, going from home to
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Kabul High. One night, as I sat wit
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force, maybe two to three thousand
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landed rst in Pakistan, then the Un
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Indian capital’s dingy airport be
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laid out carpets in the dirt for us
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simply lming a documentary on the h
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sleep early. At 3 AM, my phone star
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neighborhood of Shir Pur, where the
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“Sami thinks he’s got a way to
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seemed adamant about returning norm
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for everything. In short, he needed
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apart, and entire chunks had crumbl
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years, no one will recognize you li
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1980s, they had been reluctant to l
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mysteriously end up dead. We soon d
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CHAPTER 10 HELL YES S ure, Operatio
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this to be the best embed possible.
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out two large guns on the side of t
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so thin, they had no time to worry
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screen, we watched the bomb hit, se
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would be the rst to have sex outsid
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Alaska if you were a woman—the od
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omber had hit a U.S. military convo
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I could do, and I had to work. This
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in Kabul. The Fun House would soon
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CHAPTER 12 BARELY LEGAL M y eccentr
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good rule of thumb for most Afghan
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“He thinks you love him,” she s
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everyone talked about, the example
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“My idea is this,” I told the N
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PART II WHACK- A-STAN
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CHAPTER 13 UNDER PRESSURE T housand
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and West Pakistan, nearly a million
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ght. Throughout the 1980s, the Unit
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seizing power almost eight years ea
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moving much at all. The team’s to
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whenever we hit a town, or even an
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were killed. One head cleric, who h
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Samad called me “boss.” Often h
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platform just above the driver, we
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abbit hole I had fallen, I saw it a
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frantically called people in Pakist
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lown up near the local ISI office.
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deep-fried packets, and sweet milky
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cell phones—but each was close to
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spontaneous outpouring of grief, no
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power and allowed the plane to land
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nally told me, referring to Sharif
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“Yes, Mian Sahib’s schedule is
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“That was bad planning,” Sharif
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I snapped a photograph with my Blac
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CHAPTER 17 LUCKY STAR B uried by th
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the south weren’t allowed to work
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audience, who booed Lima. Some of t
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something. It’s very sensitive.
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Taliban’s clutches in Pakistan.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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my absurd vision. I’m indebted to
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