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May 02, 2005

Osama's niece weeps: "I love U.S."
Wafah Bin Ladin, who bears that terrifying last name, albeit with a different spelling, came to my home. Long hair, skinny jeans, Yankees cap, no makeup, looking like any 25-year-old New York wannabe singer making showbiz rounds. But so drained, she could barely sip her glass of water. "It is all so tough for me . . . I just cannot be afraid anymore," said Osama bin Laden's niece, tears streaming down her beautiful face. # posted by masquerader @ 16:31 ::

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a searcher,
in a quest
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