http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/16/books/wanted-women-faith-lies-the-war-on-terror-review.html?_r=1&ref=world
Books of The Times
Warriors on 2 Sides of Militant Islam
By DWIGHT GARNER
Published: January 15, 2012 
If you were the Franklin Mint and wanted to issue a set of four collectible 
dinner plates devoted to “The Women of the War on Terror,” whose faces would 
appear on them? 

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William P. O'Donnell/The New York Times
WANTED WOMEN 

Faith, Lies & the War on Terror: The Lives of Ayaan Hirsi Ali & Aafia Siddiqui 

By Deborah Scroggins 

Illustrated. 539 pages. HarperCollins. $27.99.

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David McWilliams
Deborah Scroggins, the author of “Wanted Women.” 

Condoleezza Rice, George W. Bush’s national security adviser during 9/11, would 
surely smile up from one. As would Lynndie England, “the lady with the leash,” 
as Mick Jagger sang on the 2005 Rolling Stones song “Dangerous Beauty.” 

Plates 3 and 4? They would almost certainly depict Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Aafia 
Siddiqui, the subjects of Deborah Scroggins’s sober and provocative new book, 
“Wanted Women.” Ms. Scroggins has composed a dual biography of these dissimilar 
Muslim women, intricately braiding their stories. They are such opposites that, 
as the author memorably observes, “Like the bikini and the burka or the virgin 
and the whore, you couldn’t quite understand one without understanding the 
other.” 

If you are wondering who is the bikini (and thus the whore) in that 
formulation, Ms. Scroggins leaves little doubt that it is Ms. Hirsi Ali, whom 
her book relentlessly attacks, sometimes persuasively but often tendentiously. 
But we are getting ahead of ourselves. 

Ms. Hirsi Ali is, you will recall, a Somalian-born former member of the Dutch 
Parliament. She wrote the best-selling memoir “Infidel” (2007) and, once seen, 
is hard to forget. In the words of the British journalist Andrew Anthony, she 
“looks like a fashion model and talks like a public intellectual.” Brought up 
as a Muslim fundamentalist in Kenya, where she was subjected to genital 
cutting, she escaped to the West and has emerged as an incendiary critic of 
Islam, especially on issues regarding women. She is married to the British 
historian Niall Ferguson. 

Ms. Siddiqui’s story is just as unlikely, and seemingly made for a tense 
Kathryn Bigelow film. Born in Pakistan, she left for America to study 
neuroscience and earned degrees from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology 
and Brandeis University. She married a Pakistani doctor who was accepted to 
study for a master’s degree at Harvard, with whom she had three children. She 
also became a nearly psychotic anti-Semite, and began dabbling in pro-jihad 
organizations in America. In 2003 the F.B.I. named her the only known female 
operative of Al Qaeda. 

Ms. Scroggins is a veteran reporter whose very good first book, “Emma’s War” 
(2002), was about a young British aid worker and tarnished idealism in the 
Sudan. In “Wanted Women” she seeks — and abundantly finds — what she calls the 
“weird symmetry” between her subjects. 

“They were both in their early 30s,” she writes. “They were both fiercely 
intelligent. They both came from politically ambitious families. They had both 
been tossed about among Africa, Asia, Europe and the United States ever since 
childhood.” She adds: “They shared a kind of warrior mentality. Both prized 
fearlessness. They were both rebels.” 

Just as interestingly, she alights upon “hints in their complicated backgrounds 
that each woman might have gone in a very different direction, perhaps even to 
the extent of Aafia Siddiqui becoming a Westernizing feminist and Ayaan Hirsi 
Ali becoming a militant Islamist.” 

The bulk of “Wanted Women” is sturdy, well-reported, boots-on-the-ground 
biography. Ms. Scroggins moves through these women’s lives, seizing on piquant 
details. Thus we find Ms. Hirsi Ali as a young woman in Nairobi, where her 
family had moved, devouring Western writers from Dostoyevsky to Jacqueline 
Susann and thinking: “White people were always having these wonderful 
adventures that we couldn’t have, either because we weren’t allowed or because 
we couldn’t afford to.” 

We witness Ms. Siddiqui throwing herself into volunteer work at M.I.T.’s Public 
Service Center, where she twice won its award for her efforts. “They couldn’t 
award me any more,” she said, “because two times was the limit for one person.” 

As “Wanted Women” progresses, following these women is like watching two 
deciduous trees in an arboretum: while one soars and bends toward the light, 
the other shrivels and grows stunted. Ms. Hirsi Ali makes her way to the 
Netherlands and revels in that country’s freedoms. Ms. Siddiqui becomes more 
and more devout, rejecting drink and dance and music and movies, and pinning 
her black veil so that only her eyes are visible. 

A gifted speaker, Ms. Siddiqui becomes an important fund-raiser for Islamic 
groups with links to Al Qaeda. She ultimately marries into the family of Khalid 
Sheik Mohammed, the principal architect of the 9/11 attacks. In 2010 she was 
sentenced to 86 years in prison for, while in captivity, the attempted murder 
and assault of United States personnel. 

It is to Ms. Scroggins’s credit that this book is vastly more multidimensional 
than it at might first seem to be. She works hard to make both women come 
alive, and to both she is to some degree sympathetic. This book’s interwoven 
narratives allow her to strike chords that might otherwise have gone unstruck. 

Yet by its second half “Wanted Women” becomes a rowdy assault on Ms. Hirsi Ali, 
whom Ms. Scroggins accuses of being imperious, deceitful, egomaniacal and 
divisive, of whipping up racial hatred through her unsubtle criticism of Islam. 
She swings lower, pointing out that Ms. Hirsi Ali used a ghostwriter and 
visited an “expensive hairdresser” to straighten her hair. She notes that Ms. 
Hirsi Ali supported the American-led invasion of Iraq, and that she has fallen 
in with the American Enterprise Institute, a right-wing research center. 

She comes close to laying the slaughter last year, by a lone gunman, of those 
77 young Labor Party campers and others in Norway, at Ms. Hirsi Ali’s feet. She 
notes that the killer’s manifesto proposed Ms. Hirsi Ali for the Nobel Peace 
Prize. 

Ms. Scroggins’s portrait of Ms. Hirsi Ali is eye-opening, and important. Her 
punches mostly land. She is especially good on how Ms. Hirsi Ali made it 
“possible to appeal to the Dutch xenophobic vote in a socially acceptable way.” 
She is persuasive on how East and West will need voices of reconciliation, not 
merely stern condemnation. 

But the portrait of Ms. Hirsi Ali is frequently so one-sided that the author 
seems nearly as needlessly combative and complexity-free as she claims Ms. 
Hirsi Ali has been. This sense is underscored in a narrative that compares Ms. 
Hirsi Ali’s life to that of a woman who, Ms. Scroggins writes, “was almost 
certainly plotting murder” and “perhaps prepared to further a biological or 
chemical attack on the United States on a scale to rival that of 9/11.” 

Ms. Hirsi Ali is a complicated and imperfect person. But her fights have 
employed words and an attempt at reasoned debate, while Ms. Siddiqui left those 
things, and civilization, behind. It is possible to appreciate both burkas and 
bikinis and still wonder why this book’s sympathies seem to be with the woman 
who hoped to speak through the most destructive weaponry available. 


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