Sometime in 2000, I traveled to the US after attending a programme at the Asia Pacific Center for Security Studies in Honolulu, Hawaii. While shopping at a JC Penney store, I came across a South Asian and we got talking; in fact we sat at a nearby coffee shop and exchanged a few words.
Let’s call him Saif Khan. Hailing from Karachi, Saif lived with his sister in Minneapolis, after she managed to take him to the US in a bid to prevent him from the folds of the Lashkar-e-Taiba (LeT).

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