Tuesday, August 15, 2006
From Jill Carroll's story:
...After a short drive we switched cars, and I cowered, motionless in the strange, new back seat. Soon I realized that there were children next to me, and men in the front seat.
A cassette blared a recitation of the Koran and every few minutes the nervous men would mutter "Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar," as we drove through the darkness.
Then one of them said in Arabic, "What are you? What are you?"
A tiny voice next to me replied, "I'm a Mujahid," a holy warrior.
It was a boy -- I'd learn that his name was Ismael, and he was 5 years old. Just a child, already indoctrinated...
[h/t: JoeN]
"But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea."
Isn't there a saying that goes something like this:
"If we have them till they are seven, they are ours for life" ?
I remember hearing it attributed to the Nazis, but I may be wrong.