I read this article in the New York Times today: "Lovelorn Iraqi Men Call on a Wartime Skill," by Rod Nordland.
Says Nordland, "It goes like this: Boy meets girl. They exchange glances and text messages, the limit of respectable courting here. Then boy asks girl’s father for her hand. Dad turns him down. Boy goes to girl’s house and plants a bomb out front."
Apparently, it's become so frequent that it even has an official name -- "Love I.E.D." (Improvised Explosive Device).
It's kind of horrible, but very romantic at the same time. Star-crossed lovers and knights fighting for the fair maiden, etc.
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