“We're being followed,” my translator Nadeem said, repeating the message that Mohammad, the driver of our “chase” or second car, had just relayed via walkie-talkie.

The guy finally man agrees to meet me, but only during daylight hours in a parking lot out in the open. He eyes the surroundings

An email sent to friends last week: Dear All, It is Ramadan, the Muslim holy month of fasting and mourning for the Prophet Mohmamad, during

At the hospital, I meet Ahman, his chubby cherubic 20-year-old face scarred with burn marks, his arms charred to the bone, as he lies on

Dear All, Another tiring checkpoint and traffic jam on the road between Najaf and Baghdad loom up ahead. I wait in the car, getting increasingly

Dear All, The real fun starts when Green Day comes on. That's when the American soldiers, already hammered, out of uniform and making out lasciviously

Long noisy columns of American tanks and armored vehicles rumble through Baghdad's streets all day and all night. American sons conduct body searches at checkpoints

After a while Northern Iraq or “Free Kurdistan” had started to become like a dream. It became a mysterious unreachable land that is the stuff

Everything here is a hassle. I called a gym to get membership info. The guy told me I'd have to come to the gym first.