It is a sad day for Pakistan, the world and most of all, for women.

Benazir Bhutto, a brave and beautiful woman whom I will always think of as both intellegent and serene, was killed today by an assassin who shot her twice and then blew himself up in an act of supreme cowardice.

Perhaps even more cowardly, the women of  Pakistan are nowhere to be seen in the video tapes being shown on the television news.  We are told that country is reeling from grief and rioting in the streets, but not one woman is visable in the crowds.

Muslim women were dancing in the streets and uttering bird-like trills of joy upon hearing of the attacks on the United States in 2001.  Now, a woman of great dignity is dead.  She was the only Muslim woman  to stand up for the women of her country and try to reverese the trend to seize power by means of terror and subjugate the masses, most of all women.  Where are the women of Pakistan tonight?  Do they love death and distruction more than they desire peace? How many of their children will die in the blood-thirst of radical Islam before they stand up and protest?

Will the sacrifice of one good women be disregarded by those who have the most to gain by her loss?  Where are the women?