I Do Not Make Stories

Whether Osama Bin Laden Is Doing It Cynically And Has No Interest In These Matters, Or Whether He's Doing It Out Of Genuine Conviction, His Voice Has A Tremendous Resonance Throughout The Arab World. One Editorial In A Lebanese Paper Said It Is A Matter Of Great Humiliation For The Arabs That The Only Man Who Can Outline, Truthfully, What Our Humiliations Are Is An Arab Who Has To Say It From A Cave In A Foreign Country.

The Dead Cannot Speak. But Hitherto Unknown Information Has Emerged From The Confidential Archives Of The Syrian Presidency And Foreign Ministry, Published In A New Book By Bouthaina Shaaban, Who Spent Ten Years As Hafez's Interpreter And Is Still An Adviser To His Son Bashar.

It Is Always An Eerie Experience To Sit Among Bashar Al-assad's Soldiers.

If It Is Bin Laden, He's A Very Intelligent Guy. He's Been Planning His War For A Long Time. I Remember The Last Time I Met Him In 1997 In Afghanistan. And Bin Laden Said To Me "from This Mountain, Mr. Robert, Upon Which You Are Sitting, We Beat The Russian Army And Helped Break The Soviet Union. And I Pray To God That He Allows Us To Turn America Into A Shadow Of Itself." When I Saw The Pictures Of New York Without The World Trade Center, New York Looked Like A Shadow Of Itself.

When I Arrived In Beirut From Europe, I Felt The Oppressive, Damp Heat, Saw The Unkempt Palm Trees And Smelt The Arabic Coffee, The Fruit Stalls And The Over-spiced Meat. It Was The Beginning Of The Orient. And When I Flew Back To Beirut From Iran, I Could Pick Up The British Papers, Ask For A Gin And Tonic At Any Bar, Choose A French, Italian, Or German Restaurant For Dinner. It Was The Beginning Of The West. All Things To All People, The Lebanese Rarely Questioned Their Own Identity.