After the first three sleepless nights after Danny had been kidnapped, there was no sense of time in our house and only one reality, at least for Captain. His only aim was to save Danny, because I was there, because I was pregnant, because Danny was innocent, because Captain was a Muslim and a patriot who felt deeply ashamed by those who kept Danny in captivity. When it was learned that Danny had died, it was Captain who had to tell me. Because he said so, I knew it was true, the same way I knew what he said next will be true. It was another pledge: “I will pursue those who did this and bring them to justice even if it is going to take a lifetime, my lifetime.”
I only wish others who promised their resolve at that time — including Danny’s employers at the Wall Street Journal — had kept their promises, too.