Sunday, September 23, 2007


He stood on a promontory overlooking the Ross Ice Shelf, surveying the desolate ruins. His tears froze on contact with the cold air. Antarctic summer was very different from summer in the desert where he had grown up. An involuntary shiver seized him.

The training camp had been set up in a remote location so as to avoid the omnipresent Allied sweeps. It had worked - for a while. Who would think to seek al Qaeda here, of all places?

Ramadan had been their undoing.

A month-long daylight-hours fast was tough in the land of Midnight Sun. Only Ibrahim remained.

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