Nur Misuari: The Politics of Betrayal
By CARLOS H. CONDE
Sunday Inquirer Magazine
Published: Sept. 23, 2001
Even his eyes betrayed him. They looked weary, as though they had not had a wink for days. If you looked into them, you would get the sense that this man had gone through hell. Betrayed is probably the right word, and that is exactly what Nur Misuari has been feeling nowadays.
On this night inside his office in Zamboanga City (his first night outside Jolo, where he spent three weeks in self-imposed seclusion days before the August 14 plebiscite in the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao or ARMM), Misuari sat in a gray leather sofa, wearing a light-blue polo shirt and cream slacks and a pair of slippers that couldn’t hide his longish toenails. He looked pale and the huge picture frame of Mecca behind him - in which tens of thousands of Muslims from all over the world are praying to Allah - did little to brighten his aura.
Posted on September 3, 2001, and filed under Philippine Daily Inquirer, Stories | Comments
