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Shahbaz Taseers memoir of his five-year-long captivity at the hands of the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan.
In late August 2011, Shahbaz Taseer was driving to his office in Lahore when he was dragged from his car at gunpoint and kidnapped by members of the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan (IMU), a Taliban-affiliated Uzbek terrorist group. Shahbazs father, the late Pakistani governor, had recently been assassinated. His crime: speaking in support of a Christian woman who had been accused of blasphemy and sentenced to death. Though Taseer himself wasnt much interested in politics, he was somewhat of a public figure, and he represented a more tolerant, internationally connected Pakistan that the IMU despised.
What followed was nearly five years of torture and harrowing danger while Taseer was held captive, his fate determined by the infighting of the IMU, the Taliban, and ISIS. Lost to the World is his memoir of that timea story of extraordinary sorrow but also of goodness and faith. While deeply dramatic, this tale is also comedic; for Taseer, humor, as much as the Koran, provided a light by which to see his own humanity, even under the most inhumane conditions, and to find a way back to his family.
In a time when Western leaders use fear-mongering rhetoric to paint all followers of Islam as dangerous fundamentalists, Lost to the World illustrates the chasm between Muslim terrorists and ordinary Muslim citizens, and how terrorist organizations gain strength from the war on terror.

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I am not made from a wood that burns easily.

T he first thing that struck me was the smell.

I found myself alone in a mud-walled room with straw and animal feces scattered across the dirt floor. My hands and feet were bound with metal cuffs. It was dark; what little light there was slipped in through a small hole in the ceiling where a pipe passed. The stifling heat left me feeling faint. Randomly placed in the corner was a red bucket, which was to serve as my toilet. There was no mattress. The floor would be my bed.

The pungent odor was the first thing that hit me as I regained consciousness. It was unbearable and turned my stomach. It wasnt just the room that smelled; I did too.

My immediate thoughts: Where am I? Will I ever see my family again?

Just a few days earlier, I had been at home, in Lahore, Pakistan. It was a normal day like any other. My routine was to wake up, get dressed, and take a ten-minute drive to my workplace. To my complete shock and horror, I was ambushed on my way to work, beaten, and drugged. Waking up to unfamiliar surroundings. Shackled.

This was now my world.

How can your whole life change in an instant? How can everything you know and trust and depend on, every person you love, every comfort youve come to enjoy and embrace, disappear in a moment and be replaced by pain, loneliness, and despair? When that happens, how does one go on?

Would I survive?

These were questions that, it turned out, I would have four and a half years to contemplate.


As I sat, clueless and groggy, on my very first day in that sweltering, filthy room, I had more pressing considerations. My natural survival instincts were triggered and I began to make a mental checklist.

Figuring out who had taken me, and why, and what they wanted, and whether I could give it to them and get home safely. As I struggled to get my bearings, two immediate thoughts crossed my mind.

I must be in Afghanistan. And Im going to be beheaded.

I was familiar with stories about kidnappings in Pakistan and knew of people whod been abducted. In most cases their captors would demand a ransom; however, on occasion it was just to make a gruesome, violent statement, leaving a brutal video for the world as proof of their seriousness and their insanity.

As Id learn much later, my captors had done both.

I discovered that, less than an hour prior to my arrival, the room I was being held in had been used as a holding pen for sheep to be sacrificed for a Ramzan feast. This, in part, explained the smell. In the punishing late-summer heat, the room stank like a barnyard, or a slaughterhouse. And I didnt smell any better.

It had taken my captors three days to transport me herewherever here was. I assumed I had been ferried to Afghanistan, but it could have been Pakistan. It was hot and dirty, buzzing with mosquitoes. Beyond that, I knew nothing. Clearly, my location didnt matter; I wasnt leaving anytime soon. I was restrained by chains, completely immobilized, similar to a death row criminal. Id been stripped and dressed in a womans soiled shalwar kameez, now also covered in caked blood and vomit, which I assumed were my own. My jaw was swollen and throbbing, and I had an open wound over one eye. The chains that bound me were fastened to a metal loop in the floor, the kind youd use to restrain an animalfor example, a sheepwaiting to be killed.

The three days Id spent traveling to this place were lost to me in a fog. After I was snatched from my car on a busy street in an upscale neighborhood, Id been blindfolded, beaten, and injected with ketamine, a horse tranquilizer, to keep me unconscious. My captors stuffed me into the back of a car, wedged down on the floor, and kept me out of sight. Whenever I stirred, I was kicked into silence.

On the first day they took me, we eventually arrived somewhere. Having been abducted on a Friday morning, dragged into an empty house blindfolded, I woke up on what I assumed was the following day. One of the captors recklessly pulled the pin from a grenade and placed it in the palm of my hand. He moved within an inch of my face and hissed in my ear in Urdu, Have you ever held one of these before? Later, he shoved a gun into my mouth and psychotically asked, Have you ever seen one before? I wasnt sure what he wanted me to say. I babbled something about money, about obedience. About how Id give them what they wanted if they released me.

Youre a valuable treasure, he shouted. The whole country is looking for you. He yelled so as to frighten me. It definitely worked.

When this man wasnt terrorizing me, hed reassure me in calming whispers, which was even more unnerving. Dont worry. Youll be home soon. He explained that he would collect the ransom and release me, and this would all be wrapped up in a day. Maybe two.

His mocking laughter was followed by blows to my head, and a syringe full of ketamine.

Everything about the days right after my kidnapping was obscured in that ketamine hazea half-remembered barrage of beatings and druggings and barked commands and darkness and barely recollected images. I recall waking up in the back of a car, begging them to stop so I could step outside and urinate. Someone in the car handed me a bottle. They all wore masks. I felt like a ghost, traveling to hell. I started pleading with them to let me step outside by the road to relieve myself. Youve beaten me, youve cuffed me, youve kept me on the floor, I yelled. I kept jabbering. I was petrified.

I dont need this! the driver shouted finally. Put him out!

More ketamine.


My next lucid moments were at an army check post on the outskirts of Lahore. I could barely see. I was in a burka. My captors had disguised me as a woman and sat me up between two of the men in the backseat. As one of the men held a knife to my side, its point perilously close to cutting into me, he whispered, If I hear a sound, Ill gut you!

I was unaware that the whole country was looking for me; my kidnapping had become national news. The ISI, Pakistans intelligence agency, had found the safe house where Id been held the day before. Theyd found my broken sunglasses, and a syringe, used to inject me with ketamine, with samples of my blood in it.

I tried to get a sense of what was happening through the netting of the burkas eyeholes, but the headpiece had twisted to the side. I was drenched from head to toe in perspiration from the searing heat and the ketamine coursing through my body. The heavy black material of the burka clung to me, as stifling as a death shroud. When Id first regained consciousness, I thought I was in a grave. In a way, I was.

Two young officers, their machine guns slung over their shoulders, gave the car a quick once-over, glancing at all of us, then waved us through.


Repeatedly injected with ketamine to sedate me, I still had no idea where we were as we drove into a small town. It was approaching dusk on this early evening, still daytime. My captors drove aimlessly, killing time, waiting until sundown when everyone would break their fast, allowing my captors to spirit me away in the darkness without drawing attention.

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