On Saturday 19 March, 2005, Omar Ahmed Abdullah Ali tidied his
workstation at Qatar Petroleum and shut down his computer for the
last time. There were very few people in the offi ce that day, and none
of them noticed anything unusual about his behaviour. They recalled
him afterwards as ‘a decent man’, a family man whose wife had, only
a month before, given birth to their third child.
Earlier that morning the 38-year old Egyptian computer programmer
had said goodbye to Umm Abdullah and his three children quite
normally, as if nothing unusual were about to occur. I am not what
I am. Now he left the offi ce quietly, unassumingly, attracting no
attention, and went to collect his black Land Cruiser from the company
car park. Driving slowly and carefully, he pulled the car onto the road
and headed towards the Doha suburb of Fariq Kalaib.