I spent three days in Kabul. Mir Mohammed and Mohammed of Panshir were with me throughout. I expected one of them to take me to Osama as soon as we arrived at the capital, but they both sat and acted as if I had come on a sight seeing mission. My patience was tested and as soon as the sun set on the third day I complained. Mir Mohammed does not understand English but he must have noticed my restlessness and as soon as I started grumbling he started laughing. I looked at Mohammed of Panjir for a meaning of the laughter but he only shrugged and smiled.

At dawn the fourth day, a young man came into the tent. As soon as he saw me he retreated.

I quickly woke Mohammed up and told him about the incident. He sat down and said ''American, you see the Sheik soon'' and he slept.

Mir Mohammed came to me during the day and tried to prepare me for what is going to happen soon. He sat beside me, looked deep into my eyes and spoke to me, though I could not understand the language, I felt the depth of his meaning. I nodded my head and hugged him in return.

Since our arrival, I have tried looking around for Christian missionaries, The United Nations or Red Cross organisations but it seems as if the impending war has caused them to relocate their base. People are still moving into the other countries as refugees by the thousands and I heard that America has gained the support of NATO and other forces for the War on Terror.

Operation Enduring Freedom began that very night. As we heard the bombs landing and buildings collapsing, a group of men rushed into the house. Before I could say a word, I saw the Butt of a rifle heading for my head and I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I was in the Boot of a car. My hands and legs tightly bound and my mouth gagged. The journey took a long time and I fell in and out of consciousness until we got to the Pashtun tribal lands along the Durand Line which is the border between Pakistan and Afghanistan.

Here, the behicles stopped and I caught a brief glimpse of one of my captors as the boot was opened and a black sack is pulled over my head. Vehicles were changed but I still retained my position in the boot. Some words were exchanged and I heard the engine start before I lost consciousness.

When the car finally came to a halt. I was brought out of the car only to crumble by the road side. My feet had become so numb it seems hypothermia has taken over my body. I heard some orders barked and the black sack was quickly pulled from my head as I began to retch.

I saw a sign board and knew we are in Rabwah, Rabwah (urdu: "ربوہ") is a city of Chiniot District in the Punjab province of Pakistan. Its name means "high place", and it is also known as Chenab Nagar (meaning "moon light through water"). It is located near to the historic city of Chiniot by the River Chenab. One of the provinces in
Balochistan which is the largest province by geographical area of Pakistan, constituting approximately 43% of the total area of Pakistan. At the 1998 census, Balochistan had a population of roughly 6.5 million.[1] Covering a sizable portion of the country, it is Pakistan's largest province, as well as its poorest and least populated.
Its neighbouring regions are Iran to the west, Afghanistan and the North-West Frontier Province to the north, Punjab and Sindh provinces to the east. To the south is the Arabian Sea. The main languages in the province are Balochi, Brahui, Pashto, and Sindhi.[2] The capital, and only city, is Quetta; all the other towns and villages are underdeveloped. The Baloch and Pashtun people constitute the two major ethnic groups; a mixed ethnic stock, mainly of Sindhi origin, forms the third major group.[2] Balochistan is rich in mineral resources; it is the second major supplier, after Sindh province, of natural gas.