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In Ambush Lasting Seconds, U.S. Reporter in Iraq Becomes Hostage
Jill Carroll, shown here about a year ago, was on assignment for the Christian Science Monitor.
(By Omar Fekeiki -- The Washington Post)
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Enwiyah's body was found in the same neighborhood. The Monitor said he had been shot twice in the head.
The first calls on the cell phone came within half an hour. The man on the other end said he had picked up the phone from Enwiyah's body, dumped in the Adil neighborhood. He called three or four more times, urging that someone be sent to pick up Enwiyah's body. It lay in the street for hours.
Enwiyah, a husband with young children, had that day shown a colleague a music CD by a band he once belonged to, the colleague recalled. All the other band members had since escaped to England, he told his colleague.
"I told him, 'This is your destiny,' " the colleague said. "He said, 'Yes, the most important thing is we're safe.' "
Other colleagues recalled Carroll saying something similar. "My fate is in Iraq," she told an Iraqi friend.
No public demands or assertions or responsibility have emerged in the kidnapping.
In the Adil neighborhood on Monday, graffiti made clear the sentiment toward Americans. "Get out," the words painted in English on a concrete wall declared. "We hate you."
A convoy of men in civilian BMWs and Opels made their way through traffic in the neighborhood. The men, wearing civilian clothes, openly held their Glock pistols and AK-47 assault rifles in view of other drivers. A wedding car draped in wreaths drove past, trailed by a van of clapping, singing women celebrating the union.
The quiet street where the kidnapping took place was partially blocked to traffic by broken concrete barriers. A dozen or so neatly dressed, clean-cut men in leather jackets milled together outside Dulaimi's office, the only signs of life on the street until the wedding convoy turned in to it.
