FAR removed from its neighbors, the house appeared deserted. Lush mango trees and a maize garden encircled it. Deathly still. When TEMPO went there last Tuesday, an elderly woman in a jilbab headdress opened the door. For an instant she wrinkled her brow. When she heard the news of her son, however, the womans eyes glistened with tears, and her wrinkled face lit up. This is Gods help, she said over and over. On that scorching day, happiness swept