Losing an Eye, But not Losing Sight
I kept in touch with Zarqawi through our Kabul bureau team for years, but it all ended for reasons I can’t mention out of respect. I was glad enough to know that Zarqawi went on with his education and the surgical operation on his eye was successful. I later drowned in work with the advent of the Arab Spring and its subsequent tragic setbacks, but I have not for one day stopped thinking of the Afghan orphan or others like him. When I was asked to contribute to this book, I thought it was a sign from God. I re-established contact with Zarqawi, who is now 16 years of age. He grew up and with him grew many life concerns. I am not sure what the future holds for him. But I pray that I will one day be able to speak to him in person in a common language. All I can say is that the stories reported by a journalist leave deep marks in their mind and soul. Some of these marks remain carved for ages; others are indelible. I pray that Zarqawi will not lose sight of his future, for his beautiful eyes deserve to behold peace and all that is delightful.
him for the occasion. I took a photograph with him. The only barrier between me and Zarqawi was the language, but our heartfelt smiles said it all. My stint in Afghanistan came to an end, but my relationship with Zarqawi didn’t. I offered to take care of his education or have him adopted by Khadija, a friend of mine living in France. His uncle declined. All the rosy dreams Khadija and I have had for Zarqawi were dashed.
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