brings us a story from the LA Times
that tears out my heart and displays, yet again, why the War on Terror needs to be prosecuted to the best of our abilities.
Zalina Dzandarova cradles her son Alan as he sleeps with his small face buried against her stomach. He is the child Dzandarova was able to save. The child she chose to save, really.
It is the other one, little Alana, her 6-year-old daughter, whose image torments her: Alana clutching her hand, Alana crying and calling after her. Alana's sobs disappearing into the distance as Dzandarova walked out of Middle School No. 1 here Thursday, clutching 2-year-old Alan in her arms.
I can't imagine the pain in this mothers heart. A choice like that is the nightmare of all parents. Having it forced on her by terrorists adds to the horror.
One of the Chechens said: 'If you don't go now, you don't go at all. You stay here with your children … and we will shoot all of you.'
All in the name of Allah, Most Merciful...