When last Mullah Omar, the former Taliban leader of Afghanistan was in public view, he was in a car heading out of Kabul for Pakistan when spotted by drones. Permission to fire on the fleeing car was denied by lawyers in Washington on the grounds that somebody might get hurt. Mullah Omar made his escape, and now rules the Taliban from Pakistan through an organization called the Quetta Shura, which makes all strategic decisions for the Taliban. The Pakistan Intelligence Services, the ISI, is on the side of the Taliban, and does not want them destroyed, viewing them as useful for blowing up hotels in Mumbai among other things. The ISI is very powerful among the Pakistani military, and the Pakistani military is very powerful among Pakistani politics and politicians, and there is much pressure being brought upon President Obama not to increase troop strength in Afghanistan. It would appear this is why President Obama is now waffling on his commitment to destroy the Taliban and put Osama bin Laden in jail after a fair trial, in a civilian court of course. Is President Obama looking at Pakistani politics and measuring it against American politics? A fair question. As for Mullah Omar’s reaction to the American stance on Afghanistan, Verse-afire has come into possession of a letter written by an Omar aide to a colleague in the front lines in Afghanistan, which is reproduced below.
When Mullah Omar speaks to me
He speaks in terms of victory
And scorns the likes of those who demand peace
Where peace is just surrender-lite
And fear of darkness and the night
Lead western men to stop and holler “Cease!”
The Mullah often does relate
How Allah intervened his fate
When Ami drones were flying overhead
As racing in his car he feared
A missile soon would singe his beard
Yet missile never came as on he fled
He smiles now as he then recalls
How Ami lawyers had no balls
And cautioned that the missile be held back
For fear that someone might be hurt
And at this point he’s sometimes curt
In sneering at the courage Amis lack
In thinking that a war is won
By dropping warheads by the ton
While trying not to hurt a country’s pride
We fight the Ami to the death
We fight till we have no more breath
And soon the Ami will be Allah’s bride
We’ll win this war he says with scorn
For every death there’s ten more born
Who’ll grow to hate the Ami in his bones
We’ll take the fight to Ami’s shore
And show the light of Islam pure
And turn their cities into tumbled stones