I’ve had so many people who read the book about Osama’s wife and son to ask me to relate to Omar and his mother Najwa that they feel badly for what they must be going through. It didn’t help the situation when Najwa’s mother died of a massive stroke after being told about her son-in-law. Now Najwa has lost her beloved mother, a sweet lady who lived in Syria.
As everyone knows who has read the book GROWING UP BIN LADEN, I’m an American who was very upset about 9/11. My heart was racing as I watched every moment of that day — My heart ached as I followed all those tragic stories. I mourned for every life lost on that horrific day. I’ve also carried anguish in my heart for those young people in Bali who died needlessly, for the victims of the Embassy bombings in Africa, for the victims of the train bombings in Spain, and for the innocent lives lost in the bus bombings in the UK, and for anyone who was killed for no reason at other other than for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. That could have been me, or you, or our loved ones.
While mourning for all these innocent lives, I still knew that Omar, his mother, and the other children were innocent of any wrong doing. Osama ruled with a rigid hand — his family had no say-so in his militant activities, although his son Omar was brave enough to protest about any violence, both to his father, and to the world, once he had left Afghanistan on his own in mid-2001.
Although everyone thought that at some time Osama would be captured by the US Military, the family did not believe that the would be killed. They believed that he would be arrested and taken to a court of law. For this reason they went through temporary shock to come out very upset. They are asking three questions: When Osama did not resist, why wasn’t he arrested? After being killed, why didn’t the family get to identify him? Why was he buried at sea when that is against their Islamic beliefs? (Other than in specific circumstances.)
These are the questions for which they are seeking answers…