The Jill Carroll story is going to run in 10 installments, and I'll probably read it all. I heard her interiewed on Good Morning America yesterday, and it was one of the scariest, most harrowing things I've heard in some time. She spent every waking second trying not to make her captors angry, knowing that if she said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing, she could be killed on the spot.
You're my brother, you're truly my brother," I said in Arabic. "Promise me you will use this gun to kill me by your own hand. I don't want that knife, I don't want the knife, use the gun."
I started to cry hysterically. By now I'd been held captive by Iraqi insurgents for six weeks. They'd given me a new hijab, a new name (Aisha), and tried to convert me to Islam. They'd let me play with their children
