9 A.M. the next morning I sat in Omar’s living room while Omar played with his baby daughter. “What’s your daughter’s name?” I asked him. “It is a difficult name for you to understand,” said Omar. “Does it have an English translation?” I asked. “Yes,” said Omar, “it translates into English as ‘the Black Flag of Islam.’ ” “Really?” I said. “Your daughter’s name is the Black Flag of Islam?” “Yes,” said Omar. “Really?” I said.
