Pakistan\'s Nuclear Test - Ten Years Later Phoodbhoy must be weighing his options, twiddling his thumbs and wiggling his toes now...Time for the KanjarRs in Pakistan to go "underground". Once Chief KanjarR goes the intellectual pimps & enlightened-prostitutes will no longer be encouraged in the media, press, ngos, and CultureVulturism.

Go Phoodbhoy go, Make room for Dr. Muzzaffar Iqbal..who occupied the position you now hold..He looks walks & talks like Osama & gives the personnel the goosebumps at the US-INS checkposts..but is highly respected by the US universities.

The Chief KanjarR of Pakistan has been taken under "protective" custody by the new Security personnel now posted at the Army-House. General Aslam Baig, has unequivocally confirmed that the erstwhile KanjarR-in-Chief is being moved to another house. It is not yet clear whether the Chief-KanjarR will be heading towards Turkey ( now a MashaLLah increasingly Fundamentalist nation..so perhaps no chance) or to his HMKs ..His Master's Kennels.

THe good/funny/ironic news is that this KanjarR was ordered to sign the bill to a 100% Sharia enforcement in Swat..Now no KanjarR Master-Law is applicable there. A harbinger of great events casting their shadows so that the Blacksheep, toata-mainaas, CrowSwans, & Baboons make haste so that Pakistan stays Paak.

The Nation's beloved Scientist, the hero of Pakistan known by the apt title Mohsin-i-Pakistan Abdul Quadeer Khan is also busy honing his knives and and imagining cutting the Chief Kanjar at the right places. Pretty soon he'll get to the KanjarR's jugular.

Names of Nawaz Shareef, Amin Fahim and Zardari are being floated around for the job.

By next week or fortnight Pakistan will be re-born...& this time it is the army which has been warned to keep at bay....and only speak when spoken to ..Uniformed duffers, even if Generals, are trained to take orders..never ever to have their own opinions & policies,or Vision..

Those privileges are only reserved for the Maulanas or Allamas.

Mushy is Done! hamidm2:

Well I feel sorry for you that that impotent man has never left your dreamworld & this is not the first time that you have confessed about this sordid affair of yours on CHOWK.

Your disappointment on not getting satisfaction is quite understandable, but what was the reason he gave you that he was not able to get it up when you were down?

Those who worship LaaT, just cannot be straightened by Baat.
The screws will be tightened so much by all here that you will remember your stooping as uprightness.

Musharraf\'s Options: Time Running Out #34 Posted by hamidm2 on September 3, 2007 11:29:43 am
...... let me remind you that, "ghairat tey ani jani cheez ay, banday non dheeth honra chaida !
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It is baigharats like you who bring a bad name to Panjabis..
but then you are a Chhachhi, the mongrels & the mutts, the ones who worked in the pantry & bars of the Britto-babboons. Background of all like yours is pretty well known to all.

In your case it is not aani jaani .it is only jaani & it is GONE!

and those without ghairat are called KANJAROON!

next time do not run to Mama CHOWK staff to reduce to dheet index. Remember you have no ghairat, you are KANJAROON & henceforth must be addressed as such by one & all here.

When hindus applause you you mistake it for a grand performance..in fact they really sneer & call you a Mahachutyaa.

Days of Rage shahid:50

Welcome...& spot the Kanjaroons.

You are absolutely right. She is what muslims in Pakistan call Kanjaroon.

They,Ks, want to copy/paste western "learning" & lifestyle on Islami Pakistan. They love Cantonment & Colony Kuttaas. In the article above she herself admits to be the kuttee of such lifestyle. The "middle class" employee type of riff-raff who think they can only look good by trashing tradition & religion.

Beware of Cantonment Kuttas & Kanjaroons here & elsewhere.

Boots, Beards, Burqas and Bombs The time is near when the Kanjaroons will be dragged inthe streets & then they will beg the ones they now call them the honourable names of terrorists, extremists, fundamentalists
to please spare them their lives.

The Kanjaroon will be in the States front-line to grow beards, wear hijabs and Burquas, and will volunteer to work in bomb factories to kill fellow Kanjaroons & anyone who even remotely looks like a westoxicated one.

Look what is going on in anothe muslim country lorded over by the Kanjaroons class as well...the Zaani, Sharaabi, Haraamkhores, and the ones who want to make their muslim country "westoxicated" . The more Kanjars are there, the more Haraamkaari seems "normal".

and Harvard education today is considered a disqualification..any 8th grade Madressa student is a living testimonial to that.
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Please cut/paste this..it is worth it.
..Not meant for jaahils: the Ba Ba Blacksheep, the toata-mainaas, and the Cantonment canines.

http://www.express.com.pk/images/NP_LHE/20070823/Sub_Images/11002490 14-2.gif

The New Bedfellows

THE CANTONMENT & COLONY KUTTA

AND THE SHER from sharif mohallaa & Makhdoomi.. a former President of Student's union Panjab University..a Jamiat-ul-Tulaba scion: A US hater

The Choice of Leading a Gay Life YahaaN loaG galyoaN sarRkoaN pUR khoon meiN nahaa rahay haiN..and the westoxicated scum, wich includes CHOWK staff, are going Gaga over Gandoo's and Chaptee's semen-year's itch.

P.S: Never ever discuss..just zaleel the westoxicated ones whenever & wherever they rear their ugly head.

and ignore them after one chappairR.

Preventing More Lal Masjids Shaalaa Mishtake ho gaya:

Read # 686 as this:

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#686Preventing More Lal Masjids on
July 15, 2007

Krishna-abcd:



Qur`aan instructs us to edit those who even dare to even imply to edit the Qura,an -Al-Hakeem. Did anybody tell you that the plight of muslims lie in NOT following the clear cut instruction by the Quraa-Al-Majeed--including this injunction.



Never let Mullato tsmithers32 & other assorted & motrley Kanjaroons keep you in the dark. An open , chivalrous, and bold enemy is your best friend....and their is no shortage of those in your neighborhood.



Never Never ever forget that.

The Horse and The Zebra The way the mummies are being resurrected right in the glaring gaze of the Giza Sphinx is truly remarkable.

After all the Dalmatians from the Colonised & cantomented minds may not have earned the stripes yet but can they be trusted not to lose their spots?



P.S: Explanation:just see how many dead interactors have been brought back to life to give credence to tis sura#2 descended`` on Rafi-Aamer from the the resident Shrink who has now shrunk & shrivelled into ignominy of being Dr.Ooonay POoonay.

Unflinching IDOLISM..indeed!


cc: Zeemax

Preventing More Lal Masjids Krishna-abcd:

Qur`aan instructs us to edit those who even dare to even imply to edit the Qura,an -Al-Hakeem. Did anybody tell you that the plight of muslims lie in following the clear cut instruction by the Quraa-Al-Majeed--including this injunction.

Never let Mullato tsmithers32 & other assorted & motrley Kanjaroons keep you in the dark. An open , chivalrous, and bold enemy is your best friend....and their is no shortage of those in your neighborhood.

Never Never ever forget that.

Preventing More Lal Masjids Dost-mittar:647

P.S. I will be disappointed if you don`t add me to your list of Hate Pandits.

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Mullata tahmed32 has not received thgis size shoe on his face uptil now.

p.s: Mulla is a GOOD word; Pandit-hate is GOOD word ( use them often) but Mullata is the Cantonment Mullato who is the ONLY one who preaches on this site.... Hence he is Mullata ( bad word ; use it often for him only)

Dost:
Islam does not allow muslim girl marrying someone who is not ``booked``..In the absence of Shariah it does happen, that someone takes the law into their own hands...Once muslims have their own laws & send the stupid Britto-Baboon law to the gallows..life will be OK.

Anyone trying to put a spin on the clear , explicit, and unambigous Quranic injunction is not only a non-muslim but also your worst enemy you can ever think of. He is a kanjaroon..BEWARE!

What Lies Beneath: Dispatch from the Frontlines of the Burqa Brigades

Revealed in the world`s first full interview:

The bizarre world of Mrs Bin Laden

by JENNY JOHNSTON - More by this author »
Last updated at 21:10pm on 13th July 2007




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Heavens, what a mess. The new Mrs Bin Laden is about to board a flight out of the UK, and it`s not going according to plan.

First, our telephone interview is abruptly halted when the police ``would like a word`` with her. ``Gotta go, I think I am being questioned,`` snaps Jane Felix-Browne, and the line goes dead.

Ten minutes later, she is back - minus her passport and boarding pass, apparently - and reading aloud from a card that has been kindly handed to her, presumably by some men with large guns.

``Under Section 7 of the Terrorism Act, it is your duty to be truthful... you must provide any documents, passports... blah blah blah... you are not under arrest,`` she reads.

Woah! Hold on. Is she being detained? On what grounds? Surely even she wouldn`t be daft enough to put her married name on her passport?

She sounds irritated rather than concerned. ``It`s a formality. I`ve done nothing wrong. I`ve had this before. Let`s keep talking until they come back.``

However, we are again interrupted - this time by a choking sound that cuts her off in mid-sentence. Whatever now?

Has she been marched away in handcuffs? Strangled? Wrestled to the ground by a fellow passenger who took issue with the family name?

Alas, nothing so dramatic. ``Sorry,`` she splutters. ``I was trying to take a drink while wearing a burka. I`ve poured it down me. What a mess.``

So begins the farce that is interviewing Jane Felix-Browne, aka Mrs Omar Bin Laden, daughter-in-law of Osama - yes, that Osama.

A few days ago, her neighbours in the tranquil Cheshire village of Moulton knew Jane as just another slightly dotty grandmother who sat on the parish council.

She was a bit odd, granted, with a face unnaturally smoothed, it was rumoured, by Botox and the surgeon`s scalpel.

She was always off on exotic jaunts to the Middle East, and spoke of her devout Islamic faith - but all in clipped English tones.

And, of course, there was the small matter of her five former husbands, as well as her latest, who at 27 is young enough to be her son.

Still, that sort of gossip-fodder was nothing compared to what the good folk of Moulton faced this week when Jane, 51, was unveiled - metaphorically, at least - as Al Qaeda leader Osama Bin Laden`s daughter-in-law.

She had met his fourth son, Omar, on a riding holiday in Egypt and fallen madly in love. The fact that his father was the most notorious terrorist the world has ever known was never something that was going to stand in Jane`s way.

It seems it`s not even an issue that was discussed at length before the marriage ceremony.

Today, she is taking family loyalty to a somewhat improbable level, insisting again that the Bin Laden patriarch might just be innocent. With a jaw-dropping combination of stupidity and naivety, she says in her best school ma`am voice, when I raise the question of the Twin Towers: ``I mean, do you know - beyond all doubt - that he did it?

``If so, I`d like you to show me the evidence. I don`t think it`s nice to make assumptions about someone when you don`t know the facts.``

The blushing bride agreed yesterday to tell her remarkable story to the Mail - but refused point blank to do a face-to-face interview, presumably because she was too busy making arrangements to flee the country.

It`s strangely apt, however, that we end up trying to piece together this astonishing saga over the phone. It is precisely how she communicates with her new husband. She hasn`t seen him in the flesh since they tied the knot last autumn.

I ask if it isn`t a rather bizarre way to conduct a marriage. She says: ``Absolutely not. We can talk for hours and hours on the phone, and we do. We also have the internet, which is fantastic. Then there`s the webcam. We both have great cameras, you see.``

Word is that as soon as she can be reunited with her passport, Jane is off to Saudi Arabia and back into Omar`s arms, although she refuses to confirm this, saying instead that she is ``going abroad. That is all you need to know``.

She concedes, though, that one day Saudi will be her ideal place to live.

``I would like to settle in Saudi with him. Of course, I`d keep my home in Cheshire - I am British, after all - but a woman`s place is by her husband`s side.``

But doesn`t he already have a home? And a wife and child?

``Yes, but I`d set up another home nearby, and he would come and go between the two. It is quite normal, really. I don`t mind at all - why should I? I`m not jealous of his wife.

``I have spoken to her. Lots of married men in this country have girlfriends. At least he is being honest.``

She says she talked to her husband yesterday, and he is as bemused as she is at the headlines their marriage has generated. ``He thinks it`s been blown out of proportion, as I do,`` she says. ``It`s not that complicated, really. I fell in love with the man and I married him. What else is there to say? Who his father is doesn`t come into the equation.``

On one level, it`s staggering that a Cheshire divorcÈe can get herself into this extraordinary position. Yet somehow, those who know Jane Felix-Browne aren`t surprised.

Hers has been, by any standards, an eyebrow-raising life. She says herself that she doesn`t do convention.

Her last husband may have been an RAC patrolman, but you get the impression that such mundanity was never part of Jane`s grand plan.

``Well, what can I say? Lots of people live in a three-bed semi, go to work, have two kids and are happy with that. I never aspired to that sort of life.``

Actually, she seems worryingly in her element in the limelight. I ask how she has been coping with the pressure - meaning the intense strain of knowing your every move will now be documented, whether by the press or the security services.

She misses the point. ``I`m doing fine. Nothing really fazes me. I`m pretty good on live TV, as you`ve probably seen.``

Halfway through our interview, I make a comment about her father-in-law inspiring the biggest manhunt in history. She laughs. For a day at least, she has elbowed Daddy-in-law out of the picture.

``Actually, I think the biggest manhunt in history is for me today. Everyone is after me. They`re not bothered about him.``

IF MI6 agents routinely listen in on Jane Felix-Browne`s conversations - as she rather grandly assumes they do - they must want to tear their hair out.

She can talk for England on Millsand-Boon topics like love at first sight and true romance, but is woefully evasive on such matters as her own name. The new Mrs Bin Laden found names irritating long before she acquired her most notorious one.

She snorts as she admits that she came into the world as Paula Joy Hanson. She hated the Paula bit.

``I meet people with the name Paula now, and I have to say `That`s a nice name` because I don`t want to be rude. But I hated it. I didn`t have a happy childhood and I wanted to be rid of that name as soon as possible because it had such bad connotations.``

She won`t say what was so terrible about her childhood, but whatever it was, she concedes, affected everything. ``I think what happened to me affected every relationship I`ve been in. I found it difficult to trust men, always have.``

With hindsight, maybe just calling herself Joy, her middle name, would have solved the problem. But no. She declared that she would henceforth be known as Jane Felix-Browne. Why? ``I liked it. Why not?`` she replies.

She gets tetchy when she talks about taking her husbands` names.

``For a while I called myself Wakefield (during her marriage to John Wakefield). Then when I married Andrew Yeomans, he wanted me to take his name, too. I said: `Enough with these bloody names.```

Somewhere along the way, she also acquired the name Zaina Mohamad al Sabah - presumably when she converted to Islam as a teenager?

``I never said I converted,`` she exclaims angrily. She won`t elaborate, but has previously claimed Arabic parentage. Her parents are reported as being a George and Beryl Hanson. She refuses to clear up the matter.

``My religion is a very private matter. It doesn`t matter how I became a Muslim. Only that my Islamic faith is very important to me.``

For all the holes in Jane`s story - all of which give the impression that even she doesn`t know who she is - we do know that she was a Muslim by the time she got married for the first time, at the age of 16.

This union - like her current one - was an Islamic religious marriage not recognised in law. She won`t name the man, but tells me that the pressures of trying to have it formally recognised in this country helped destroy it.

That, however, was not an excuse she could use for the collapse of four subsequent legal marriages - all to non-Muslims.

The first was to fur-cutter Anthony Lomas in 1979, followed by Hell`s Angel John Metcalfe, electronics company boss John Wakefield, then RAC man Andrew Yeomans. She talks a little about why each marriage collapsed, concluding that the only common denominator was a clash of cultures - between her faith and their way of life.

``All my husbands after that had a problem with my faith,` she says. `None of them understood how important it was to my life.``

Rather routine family demands also seemed to get in the way. ``I had two children in my second marriage, Vincent, now 28, and Dean, 27, but I was ill and in hospital a lot. My husband couldn`t cope with the situation.

``With the third, well, I think I went into that one because I wanted to be with someone. You change, you know. You grow up and finally realise what you want.``

When she did get the chance to travel - when her children had grown up and she found herself single again - she fell in love with the Middle East, mainly because the culture was so entwined with her adopted Islamic faith.

``I`ve been described as this person with a very jet-set life. That wasn`t true. Until ten years ago, my focus was at home, with my children.``

Fifteen years ago, however, she says she was diagnosed with MS, and in the past decade has travelled regularly to Egypt for experimental treatment which involves being in an oxygen chamber. The bohemian lifestyle she enjoyed there was hugely appealing.

It was while on a horse-riding holiday to the Pyramids that she met the darkly handsome Omar. She was embarrassingly smitten and, strangely, the mention of his surname didn`t have her running away screaming.

``Of course I knew who he was. Someone told me before he did - but I said `So what?` When Omar and I talked at length, he asked me if I knew the name. I said: `Of course.`

``He asked if it was OK, and I said yes, fine. I`m not the sort of person who is fazed by anything, and I truly believe that someone is innocent until proven guilty, so I wasn`t about to start judging his father.

``What is that famous saying? `One should never revisit the sins of the father on the son.```

Still, on a purely practical level, it can`t really be the stuff of dreams to marry someone who, she admits, is penniless and unable to get a decent job because of his name.

She scoffs at her critics who say she is just another naive, middle-aged British woman who has let herself be flattered by a young man with an eye on a cosy life in the UK.

``Look, he doesn`t need me to get a visa to come to England. All he needs to do is go to the British Embassy in Saudi. It`s ridiculous to say he is using me for that. London is full of Bin Ladens. Many of his uncles and aunts are here.``

She also rejects claims that there is something suspect about a handsome young man like Omar being interested in her.

``Why is it ok for a 50-year-old man to marry a 20-year-old woman, but when a woman wants to be with a younger man it`s seen as scandalous?``

Maybe she can weather the criticisms of strangers, but what of her own children and grandchildren? How on earth has she explained this one to them?

``My children adore Omar,`` she says expansively. ``He is wonderful with them. He is the same age as my sons Vincent and Dean and he is like their best friend.

``In fact, it was my youngest son who signed the marriage papers. To make it official, he had to go with Omar and say he was giving me away. He was happy to do so. Why would he not be?``

I ask if her husband is proud of his name. ``Yes, he is proud of his family.``

Even his father? ``I don`t know. I have never asked him. But I know he was particularly proud of his grandfather Mohamed.``

There is much confusion about the last time Omar actually saw his father. Some reports say they fell out after the attack on the World Trade Centre in a row about political `tactics`.

Jane insists the pair have not spoken ``since 2000 or early 2001``. Whatever, she says the loss grieves her husband. ``Of course, he loves his father. He misses him dreadfully, like any son would. Until someone proves him guilty, how can he stop that?``

Omar`s military training in the Middle East - as part of his father`s grand plan - seems to be of little consequence to Jane.

I ask if she accepts that he must once have shared his father`s political beliefs.

``How do we know what his father`s political views were?` she asks. `How can we say? All I know is that my husband is not an extremist.

``He is not a fanatic. He is very peaceful and loving. He is not anti-Western in any way - how could he be when he married me?``

Jane has some strong political views of her own, albeit ones based on a hazy understanding of history. She says she is proud to be British. I ask her if she is proud of the so-called War on Terror being waged in her name.

``No, I am not proud of that, in the same way that I am not proud of the situation with the Irish, or when we went into the Falklands. Why should we have the right to take over countries and not give them back? We are a very arrogant nation.``

And at that, she is off. Her passport has been returned - with security guards clearly concluding that she is a danger only to herself - and her flight is being called. The world beyond a Cheshire village beckons, and she is loving every deluded minute of it.

Preventing More Lal Masjids

Revealed in the world`s first full interview:

The bizarre world of Mrs Bin Laden

by JENNY JOHNSTON - More by this author »
Last updated at 21:10pm on 13th July 2007




Comments (7)

Heavens, what a mess. The new Mrs Bin Laden is about to board a flight out of the UK, and it`s not going according to plan.

First, our telephone interview is abruptly halted when the police ``would like a word`` with her. ``Gotta go, I think I am being questioned,`` snaps Jane Felix-Browne, and the line goes dead.

Ten minutes later, she is back - minus her passport and boarding pass, apparently - and reading aloud from a card that has been kindly handed to her, presumably by some men with large guns.

``Under Section 7 of the Terrorism Act, it is your duty to be truthful... you must provide any documents, passports... blah blah blah... you are not under arrest,`` she reads.

Woah! Hold on. Is she being detained? On what grounds? Surely even she wouldn`t be daft enough to put her married name on her passport?

She sounds irritated rather than concerned. ``It`s a formality. I`ve done nothing wrong. I`ve had this before. Let`s keep talking until they come back.``

However, we are again interrupted - this time by a choking sound that cuts her off in mid-sentence. Whatever now?

Has she been marched away in handcuffs? Strangled? Wrestled to the ground by a fellow passenger who took issue with the family name?

Alas, nothing so dramatic. ``Sorry,`` she splutters. ``I was trying to take a drink while wearing a burka. I`ve poured it down me. What a mess.``

So begins the farce that is interviewing Jane Felix-Browne, aka Mrs Omar Bin Laden, daughter-in-law of Osama - yes, that Osama.

A few days ago, her neighbours in the tranquil Cheshire village of Moulton knew Jane as just another slightly dotty grandmother who sat on the parish council.

She was a bit odd, granted, with a face unnaturally smoothed, it was rumoured, by Botox and the surgeon`s scalpel.

She was always off on exotic jaunts to the Middle East, and spoke of her devout Islamic faith - but all in clipped English tones.

And, of course, there was the small matter of her five former husbands, as well as her latest, who at 27 is young enough to be her son.

Still, that sort of gossip-fodder was nothing compared to what the good folk of Moulton faced this week when Jane, 51, was unveiled - metaphorically, at least - as Al Qaeda leader Osama Bin Laden`s daughter-in-law.

She had met his fourth son, Omar, on a riding holiday in Egypt and fallen madly in love. The fact that his father was the most notorious terrorist the world has ever known was never something that was going to stand in Jane`s way.

It seems it`s not even an issue that was discussed at length before the marriage ceremony.

Today, she is taking family loyalty to a somewhat improbable level, insisting again that the Bin Laden patriarch might just be innocent. With a jaw-dropping combination of stupidity and naivety, she says in her best school ma`am voice, when I raise the question of the Twin Towers: ``I mean, do you know - beyond all doubt - that he did it?

``If so, I`d like you to show me the evidence. I don`t think it`s nice to make assumptions about someone when you don`t know the facts.``

The blushing bride agreed yesterday to tell her remarkable story to the Mail - but refused point blank to do a face-to-face interview, presumably because she was too busy making arrangements to flee the country.

It`s strangely apt, however, that we end up trying to piece together this astonishing saga over the phone. It is precisely how she communicates with her new husband. She hasn`t seen him in the flesh since they tied the knot last autumn.

I ask if it isn`t a rather bizarre way to conduct a marriage. She says: ``Absolutely not. We can talk for hours and hours on the phone, and we do. We also have the internet, which is fantastic. Then there`s the webcam. We both have great cameras, you see.``

Word is that as soon as she can be reunited with her passport, Jane is off to Saudi Arabia and back into Omar`s arms, although she refuses to confirm this, saying instead that she is ``going abroad. That is all you need to know``.

She concedes, though, that one day Saudi will be her ideal place to live.

``I would like to settle in Saudi with him. Of course, I`d keep my home in Cheshire - I am British, after all - but a woman`s place is by her husband`s side.``

But doesn`t he already have a home? And a wife and child?

``Yes, but I`d set up another home nearby, and he would come and go between the two. It is quite normal, really. I don`t mind at all - why should I? I`m not jealous of his wife.

``I have spoken to her. Lots of married men in this country have girlfriends. At least he is being honest.``

She says she talked to her husband yesterday, and he is as bemused as she is at the headlines their marriage has generated. ``He thinks it`s been blown out of proportion, as I do,`` she says. ``It`s not that complicated, really. I fell in love with the man and I married him. What else is there to say? Who his father is doesn`t come into the equation.``

On one level, it`s staggering that a Cheshire divorcÈe can get herself into this extraordinary position. Yet somehow, those who know Jane Felix-Browne aren`t surprised.

Hers has been, by any standards, an eyebrow-raising life. She says herself that she doesn`t do convention.

Her last husband may have been an RAC patrolman, but you get the impression that such mundanity was never part of Jane`s grand plan.

``Well, what can I say? Lots of people live in a three-bed semi, go to work, have two kids and are happy with that. I never aspired to that sort of life.``

Actually, she seems worryingly in her element in the limelight. I ask how she has been coping with the pressure - meaning the intense strain of knowing your every move will now be documented, whether by the press or the security services.

She misses the point. ``I`m doing fine. Nothing really fazes me. I`m pretty good on live TV, as you`ve probably seen.``

Halfway through our interview, I make a comment about her father-in-law inspiring the biggest manhunt in history. She laughs. For a day at least, she has elbowed Daddy-in-law out of the picture.

``Actually, I think the biggest manhunt in history is for me today. Everyone is after me. They`re not bothered about him.``

IF MI6 agents routinely listen in on Jane Felix-Browne`s conversations - as she rather grandly assumes they do - they must want to tear their hair out.

She can talk for England on Millsand-Boon topics like love at first sight and true romance, but is woefully evasive on such matters as her own name. The new Mrs Bin Laden found names irritating long before she acquired her most notorious one.

She snorts as she admits that she came into the world as Paula Joy Hanson. She hated the Paula bit.

``I meet people with the name Paula now, and I have to say `That`s a nice name` because I don`t want to be rude. But I hated it. I didn`t have a happy childhood and I wanted to be rid of that name as soon as possible because it had such bad connotations.``

She won`t say what was so terrible about her childhood, but whatever it was, she concedes, affected everything. ``I think what happened to me affected every relationship I`ve been in. I found it difficult to trust men, always have.``

With hindsight, maybe just calling herself Joy, her middle name, would have solved the problem. But no. She declared that she would henceforth be known as Jane Felix-Browne. Why? ``I liked it. Why not?`` she replies.

She gets tetchy when she talks about taking her husbands` names.

``For a while I called myself Wakefield (during her marriage to John Wakefield). Then when I married Andrew Yeomans, he wanted me to take his name, too. I said: `Enough with these bloody names.```

Somewhere along the way, she also acquired the name Zaina Mohamad al Sabah - presumably when she converted to Islam as a teenager?

``I never said I converted,`` she exclaims angrily. She won`t elaborate, but has previously claimed Arabic parentage. Her parents are reported as being a George and Beryl Hanson. She refuses to clear up the matter.

``My religion is a very private matter. It doesn`t matter how I became a Muslim. Only that my Islamic faith is very important to me.``

For all the holes in Jane`s story - all of which give the impression that even she doesn`t know who she is - we do know that she was a Muslim by the time she got married for the first time, at the age of 16.

This union - like her current one - was an Islamic religious marriage not recognised in law. She won`t name the man, but tells me that the pressures of trying to have it formally recognised in this country helped destroy it.

That, however, was not an excuse she could use for the collapse of four subsequent legal marriages - all to non-Muslims.

The first was to fur-cutter Anthony Lomas in 1979, followed by Hell`s Angel John Metcalfe, electronics company boss John Wakefield, then RAC man Andrew Yeomans. She talks a little about why each marriage collapsed, concluding that the only common denominator was a clash of cultures - between her faith and their way of life.

``All my husbands after that had a problem with my faith,` she says. `None of them understood how important it was to my life.``

Rather routine family demands also seemed to get in the way. ``I had two children in my second marriage, Vincent, now 28, and Dean, 27, but I was ill and in hospital a lot. My husband couldn`t cope with the situation.

``With the third, well, I think I went into that one because I wanted to be with someone. You change, you know. You grow up and finally realise what you want.``

When she did get the chance to travel - when her children had grown up and she found herself single again - she fell in love with the Middle East, mainly because the culture was so entwined with her adopted Islamic faith.

``I`ve been described as this person with a very jet-set life. That wasn`t true. Until ten years ago, my focus was at home, with my children.``

Fifteen years ago, however, she says she was diagnosed with MS, and in the past decade has travelled regularly to Egypt for experimental treatment which involves being in an oxygen chamber. The bohemian lifestyle she enjoyed there was hugely appealing.

It was while on a horse-riding holiday to the Pyramids that she met the darkly handsome Omar. She was embarrassingly smitten and, strangely, the mention of his surname didn`t have her running away screaming.

``Of course I knew who he was. Someone told me before he did - but I said `So what?` When Omar and I talked at length, he asked me if I knew the name. I said: `Of course.`

``He asked if it was OK, and I said yes, fine. I`m not the sort of person who is fazed by anything, and I truly believe that someone is innocent until proven guilty, so I wasn`t about to start judging his father.

``What is that famous saying? `One should never revisit the sins of the father on the son.```

Still, on a purely practical level, it can`t really be the stuff of dreams to marry someone who, she admits, is penniless and unable to get a decent job because of his name.

She scoffs at her critics who say she is just another naive, middle-aged British woman who has let herself be flattered by a young man with an eye on a cosy life in the UK.

``Look, he doesn`t need me to get a visa to come to England. All he needs to do is go to the British Embassy in Saudi. It`s ridiculous to say he is using me for that. London is full of Bin Ladens. Many of his uncles and aunts are here.``

She also rejects claims that there is something suspect about a handsome young man like Omar being interested in her.

``Why is it ok for a 50-year-old man to marry a 20-year-old woman, but when a woman wants to be with a younger man it`s seen as scandalous?``

Maybe she can weather the criticisms of strangers, but what of her own children and grandchildren? How on earth has she explained this one to them?

``My children adore Omar,`` she says expansively. ``He is wonderful with them. He is the same age as my sons Vincent and Dean and he is like their best friend.

``In fact, it was my youngest son who signed the marriage papers. To make it official, he had to go with Omar and say he was giving me away. He was happy to do so. Why would he not be?``

I ask if her husband is proud of his name. ``Yes, he is proud of his family.``

Even his father? ``I don`t know. I have never asked him. But I know he was particularly proud of his grandfather Mohamed.``

There is much confusion about the last time Omar actually saw his father. Some reports say they fell out after the attack on the World Trade Centre in a row about political `tactics`.

Jane insists the pair have not spoken ``since 2000 or early 2001``. Whatever, she says the loss grieves her husband. ``Of course, he loves his father. He misses him dreadfully, like any son would. Until someone proves him guilty, how can he stop that?``

Omar`s military training in the Middle East - as part of his father`s grand plan - seems to be of little consequence to Jane.

I ask if she accepts that he must once have shared his father`s political beliefs.

``How do we know what his father`s political views were?` she asks. `How can we say? All I know is that my husband is not an extremist.

``He is not a fanatic. He is very peaceful and loving. He is not anti-Western in any way - how could he be when he married me?``

Jane has some strong political views of her own, albeit ones based on a hazy understanding of history. She says she is proud to be British. I ask her if she is proud of the so-called War on Terror being waged in her name.

``No, I am not proud of that, in the same way that I am not proud of the situation with the Irish, or when we went into the Falklands. Why should we have the right to take over countries and not give them back? We are a very arrogant nation.``

And at that, she is off. Her passport has been returned - with security guards clearly concluding that she is a danger only to herself - and her flight is being called. The world beyond a Cheshire village beckons, and she is loving every deluded minute of it.

A Letter To President Musharraf

Revealed in the world`s first full interview:

The bizarre world of Mrs Bin Laden

by JENNY JOHNSTON - More by this author »
Last updated at 21:10pm on 13th July 2007




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Heavens, what a mess. The new Mrs Bin Laden is about to board a flight out of the UK, and it`s not going according to plan.

First, our telephone interview is abruptly halted when the police ``would like a word`` with her. ``Gotta go, I think I am being questioned,`` snaps Jane Felix-Browne, and the line goes dead.

Ten minutes later, she is back - minus her passport and boarding pass, apparently - and reading aloud from a card that has been kindly handed to her, presumably by some men with large guns.

``Under Section 7 of the Terrorism Act, it is your duty to be truthful... you must provide any documents, passports... blah blah blah... you are not under arrest,`` she reads.

Woah! Hold on. Is she being detained? On what grounds? Surely even she wouldn`t be daft enough to put her married name on her passport?

She sounds irritated rather than concerned. ``It`s a formality. I`ve done nothing wrong. I`ve had this before. Let`s keep talking until they come back.``

However, we are again interrupted - this time by a choking sound that cuts her off in mid-sentence. Whatever now?

Has she been marched away in handcuffs? Strangled? Wrestled to the ground by a fellow passenger who took issue with the family name?

Alas, nothing so dramatic. ``Sorry,`` she splutters. ``I was trying to take a drink while wearing a burka. I`ve poured it down me. What a mess.``

So begins the farce that is interviewing Jane Felix-Browne, aka Mrs Omar Bin Laden, daughter-in-law of Osama - yes, that Osama.

A few days ago, her neighbours in the tranquil Cheshire village of Moulton knew Jane as just another slightly dotty grandmother who sat on the parish council.

She was a bit odd, granted, with a face unnaturally smoothed, it was rumoured, by Botox and the surgeon`s scalpel.

She was always off on exotic jaunts to the Middle East, and spoke of her devout Islamic faith - but all in clipped English tones.

And, of course, there was the small matter of her five former husbands, as well as her latest, who at 27 is young enough to be her son.

Still, that sort of gossip-fodder was nothing compared to what the good folk of Moulton faced this week when Jane, 51, was unveiled - metaphorically, at least - as Al Qaeda leader Osama Bin Laden`s daughter-in-law.

She had met his fourth son, Omar, on a riding holiday in Egypt and fallen madly in love. The fact that his father was the most notorious terrorist the world has ever known was never something that was going to stand in Jane`s way.

It seems it`s not even an issue that was discussed at length before the marriage ceremony.

Today, she is taking family loyalty to a somewhat improbable level, insisting again that the Bin Laden patriarch might just be innocent. With a jaw-dropping combination of stupidity and naivety, she says in her best school ma`am voice, when I raise the question of the Twin Towers: ``I mean, do you know - beyond all doubt - that he did it?

``If so, I`d like you to show me the evidence. I don`t think it`s nice to make assumptions about someone when you don`t know the facts.``

The blushing bride agreed yesterday to tell her remarkable story to the Mail - but refused point blank to do a face-to-face interview, presumably because she was too busy making arrangements to flee the country.

It`s strangely apt, however, that we end up trying to piece together this astonishing saga over the phone. It is precisely how she communicates with her new husband. She hasn`t seen him in the flesh since they tied the knot last autumn.

I ask if it isn`t a rather bizarre way to conduct a marriage. She says: ``Absolutely not. We can talk for hours and hours on the phone, and we do. We also have the internet, which is fantastic. Then there`s the webcam. We both have great cameras, you see.``

Word is that as soon as she can be reunited with her passport, Jane is off to Saudi Arabia and back into Omar`s arms, although she refuses to confirm this, saying instead that she is ``going abroad. That is all you need to know``.

She concedes, though, that one day Saudi will be her ideal place to live.

``I would like to settle in Saudi with him. Of course, I`d keep my home in Cheshire - I am British, after all - but a woman`s place is by her husband`s side.``

But doesn`t he already have a home? And a wife and child?

``Yes, but I`d set up another home nearby, and he would come and go between the two. It is quite normal, really. I don`t mind at all - why should I? I`m not jealous of his wife.

``I have spoken to her. Lots of married men in this country have girlfriends. At least he is being honest.``

She says she talked to her husband yesterday, and he is as bemused as she is at the headlines their marriage has generated. ``He thinks it`s been blown out of proportion, as I do,`` she says. ``It`s not that complicated, really. I fell in love with the man and I married him. What else is there to say? Who his father is doesn`t come into the equation.``

On one level, it`s staggering that a Cheshire divorcÈe can get herself into this extraordinary position. Yet somehow, those who know Jane Felix-Browne aren`t surprised.

Hers has been, by any standards, an eyebrow-raising life. She says herself that she doesn`t do convention.

Her last husband may have been an RAC patrolman, but you get the impression that such mundanity was never part of Jane`s grand plan.

``Well, what can I say? Lots of people live in a three-bed semi, go to work, have two kids and are happy with that. I never aspired to that sort of life.``

Actually, she seems worryingly in her element in the limelight. I ask how she has been coping with the pressure - meaning the intense strain of knowing your every move will now be documented, whether by the press or the security services.

She misses the point. ``I`m doing fine. Nothing really fazes me. I`m pretty good on live TV, as you`ve probably seen.``

Halfway through our interview, I make a comment about her father-in-law inspiring the biggest manhunt in history. She laughs. For a day at least, she has elbowed Daddy-in-law out of the picture.

``Actually, I think the biggest manhunt in history is for me today. Everyone is after me. They`re not bothered about him.``

IF MI6 agents routinely listen in on Jane Felix-Browne`s conversations - as she rather grandly assumes they do - they must want to tear their hair out.

She can talk for England on Millsand-Boon topics like love at first sight and true romance, but is woefully evasive on such matters as her own name. The new Mrs Bin Laden found names irritating long before she acquired her most notorious one.

She snorts as she admits that she came into the world as Paula Joy Hanson. She hated the Paula bit.

``I meet people with the name Paula now, and I have to say `That`s a nice name` because I don`t want to be rude. But I hated it. I didn`t have a happy childhood and I wanted to be rid of that name as soon as possible because it had such bad connotations.``

She won`t say what was so terrible about her childhood, but whatever it was, she concedes, affected everything. ``I think what happened to me affected every relationship I`ve been in. I found it difficult to trust men, always have.``

With hindsight, maybe just calling herself Joy, her middle name, would have solved the problem. But no. She declared that she would henceforth be known as Jane Felix-Browne. Why? ``I liked it. Why not?`` she replies.

She gets tetchy when she talks about taking her husbands` names.

``For a while I called myself Wakefield (during her marriage to John Wakefield). Then when I married Andrew Yeomans, he wanted me to take his name, too. I said: `Enough with these bloody names.```

Somewhere along the way, she also acquired the name Zaina Mohamad al Sabah - presumably when she converted to Islam as a teenager?

``I never said I converted,`` she exclaims angrily. She won`t elaborate, but has previously claimed Arabic parentage. Her parents are reported as being a George and Beryl Hanson. She refuses to clear up the matter.

``My religion is a very private matter. It doesn`t matter how I became a Muslim. Only that my Islamic faith is very important to me.``

For all the holes in Jane`s story - all of which give the impression that even she doesn`t know who she is - we do know that she was a Muslim by the time she got married for the first time, at the age of 16.

This union - like her current one - was an Islamic religious marriage not recognised in law. She won`t name the man, but tells me that the pressures of trying to have it formally recognised in this country helped destroy it.

That, however, was not an excuse she could use for the collapse of four subsequent legal marriages - all to non-Muslims.

The first was to fur-cutter Anthony Lomas in 1979, followed by Hell`s Angel John Metcalfe, electronics company boss John Wakefield, then RAC man Andrew Yeomans. She talks a little about why each marriage collapsed, concluding that the only common denominator was a clash of cultures - between her faith and their way of life.

``All my husbands after that had a problem with my faith,` she says. `None of them understood how important it was to my life.``

Rather routine family demands also seemed to get in the way. ``I had two children in my second marriage, Vincent, now 28, and Dean, 27, but I was ill and in hospital a lot. My husband couldn`t cope with the situation.

``With the third, well, I think I went into that one because I wanted to be with someone. You change, you know. You grow up and finally realise what you want.``

When she did get the chance to travel - when her children had grown up and she found herself single again - she fell in love with the Middle East, mainly because the culture was so entwined with her adopted Islamic faith.

``I`ve been described as this person with a very jet-set life. That wasn`t true. Until ten years ago, my focus was at home, with my children.``

Fifteen years ago, however, she says she was diagnosed with MS, and in the past decade has travelled regularly to Egypt for experimental treatment which involves being in an oxygen chamber. The bohemian lifestyle she enjoyed there was hugely appealing.

It was while on a horse-riding holiday to the Pyramids that she met the darkly handsome Omar. She was embarrassingly smitten and, strangely, the mention of his surname didn`t have her running away screaming.

``Of course I knew who he was. Someone told me before he did - but I said `So what?` When Omar and I talked at length, he asked me if I knew the name. I said: `Of course.`

``He asked if it was OK, and I said yes, fine. I`m not the sort of person who is fazed by anything, and I truly believe that someone is innocent until proven guilty, so I wasn`t about to start judging his father.

``What is that famous saying? `One should never revisit the sins of the father on the son.```

Still, on a purely practical level, it can`t really be the stuff of dreams to marry someone who, she admits, is penniless and unable to get a decent job because of his name.

She scoffs at her critics who say she is just another naive, middle-aged British woman who has let herself be flattered by a young man with an eye on a cosy life in the UK.

``Look, he doesn`t need me to get a visa to come to England. All he needs to do is go to the British Embassy in Saudi. It`s ridiculous to say he is using me for that. London is full of Bin Ladens. Many of his uncles and aunts are here.``

She also rejects claims that there is something suspect about a handsome young man like Omar being interested in her.

``Why is it ok for a 50-year-old man to marry a 20-year-old woman, but when a woman wants to be with a younger man it`s seen as scandalous?``

Maybe she can weather the criticisms of strangers, but what of her own children and grandchildren? How on earth has she explained this one to them?

``My children adore Omar,`` she says expansively. ``He is wonderful with them. He is the same age as my sons Vincent and Dean and he is like their best friend.

``In fact, it was my youngest son who signed the marriage papers. To make it official, he had to go with Omar and say he was giving me away. He was happy to do so. Why would he not be?``

I ask if her husband is proud of his name. ``Yes, he is proud of his family.``

Even his father? ``I don`t know. I have never asked him. But I know he was particularly proud of his grandfather Mohamed.``

There is much confusion about the last time Omar actually saw his father. Some reports say they fell out after the attack on the World Trade Centre in a row about political `tactics`.

Jane insists the pair have not spoken ``since 2000 or early 2001``. Whatever, she says the loss grieves her husband. ``Of course, he loves his father. He misses him dreadfully, like any son would. Until someone proves him guilty, how can he stop that?``

Omar`s military training in the Middle East - as part of his father`s grand plan - seems to be of little consequence to Jane.

I ask if she accepts that he must once have shared his father`s political beliefs.

``How do we know what his father`s political views were?` she asks. `How can we say? All I know is that my husband is not an extremist.

``He is not a fanatic. He is very peaceful and loving. He is not anti-Western in any way - how could he be when he married me?``

Jane has some strong political views of her own, albeit ones based on a hazy understanding of history. She says she is proud to be British. I ask her if she is proud of the so-called War on Terror being waged in her name.

``No, I am not proud of that, in the same way that I am not proud of the situation with the Irish, or when we went into the Falklands. Why should we have the right to take over countries and not give them back? We are a very arrogant nation.``

And at that, she is off. Her passport has been returned - with security guards clearly concluding that she is a danger only to herself - and her flight is being called. The world beyond a Cheshire village beckons, and she is loving every deluded minute of it.

A Letter To President Musharraf

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