A Mighty Heart
The Brave Life and Death of My Husband Danny Pearl
Chapter One
JANUARY 23, 2002. FOUR A.M.
Dawn will rise soon over Karachi. Curled in Danny's warm
embrace, I feel safe. I like that this position is called
"spooning" in English. We are like spoons in a drawer, pressed
to each another, each fitted to the other's shape. I love
these sweet moments of oblivion and the peace they bring me.
No matter where we are - Croatia, Beirut, Bombay - this is
my shelter. This is our way of meeting the challenge, of
confronting the chaos of the world.
As I awaken, I struggle for the right words to describe this
place. It is the curse of all journalists, I suppose, to be
writing a story even as you are living it. I am not sure I'll
ever get to know Karachi. I have distrusted this city from the
start, though we are partly here to find out if its bad
reputation is deserved. Once relatively stable, even sleepy,
Karachi became a nexus for drug and arms trafficking in the
1980s. Now the city is an intricate puzzle, decadent and
beastly at the same time, metastasizing into a capital of
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