The Washington Post’s inimitable Anthony Shadid has been to Abu Ghraib — not the prison but the town — to assess the atlal, or wreckage, from Tuesday’s bombing that killed 33 people. The story is brilliant.
The atlal were the orphaned boy who had been selling plastic bags for a few cents. They were the vegetable seller whose 18-month-old daughter was ripped from his grasp as he was hurled to the asphalt. They were the relatives standing at a morgue that housed the remains of their families together with the remnants of the bomber who killed them.