HUSSEIN SMEIHAT
Liberated detainee Hussein SMEIHAT has no psychological immunity (we mean
by it religious and confessional belief) that may help him to overcome his
drastic detention period. He never fought for an aim that deserves
sacrifices thus was a peaceful citizen seeking daily bread for his family.
He was never involved into politics and had no interest whatsoever in
political parties, except likewise southern people supported resistance by
soul, heart and mind.
The absence of immunity and his arbitrary detention from Bint Jbeil
locality caused what we medically define as posttraumatic neuroses, a
syndrome notably generating during wars. The abduction period has marked
him significantly. Whenever he evokes his experience in Khiam, Hussein can
barely stop his tears. He still remembers each painful detail as if he has
recently been liberated. According to him, his deteriorating situation is
linked to the closure of his commercial shop in Bint Jbeil. Whilst he
believed in his small lucrative business and laid all his dreams and hopes
on it, militiamen and occupying army deprived him coercively from his
shop, stole his dreams and engraved his golden opportunity!! Hussein can
never heal from his chock. His clear sky was blurred forever. No better
future for his family. He restarted to do business, from his new shop
located, this time, in a van car in the village of Ainata.
His dreams turned into nightmares. Despair and grief wrinkled his face.
Sorrow has become his faithful soul mate. Still despite his pain, Hussein
works hard in his “shop”. He fears that his financial situation becomes
more deteriorating. He compared his situation with those of persons who
have never been abducted, never suffered torture and had successful
business. He developed one determinate wish: Revenge. He wants to revenge
from those who threw him into poverty, those behind the destruction of his
dreams and family, Militiamen who were an impediment in his way to success
in his sociological and financial development.
Hussein SEIMHAT is endowed with noble compassion and tolerant heart that
knows no spite. Still the abduction of his spouse and child in order to
put pressure on him and make him collaborate with the enemy… the
militiamen…against his own people engraved in his soul blind hate for
Israel and SLA.
On the same day Hussein SMEIHAT was captured, his spouse Najwa SMEIHAT and
Ahmad his son were abducted, as a pressure mean to make him confess and
subject.
Liberated detainee Hussein SMEIHAT has a wound graved inside that shall
never heal. The occupiers and their militia scratched his dignity ad
honor. They humiliated his wife and manipulated her as a mean to put
pressure on him. He is injured from his inner part. He is suffering from
unknown physical troubles (Doctors shall never heal me they do not have
any treatment nor solution to my suffers, my wound is inside deep inside,
and it shall never heal”.
Hussein has a shark
memory. Should he manage to forget his wound while waking, his unconscious
reiterates the horrendous experiences he went through during detention: he
finds himself captured in his narrow cell, strangled by his gaoler, he
hears his wife and child screaming and asking for help, and wake up
suddenly to escape from his nightmare. After two years from liberation
now, Hussein cannot believe he is free. May 23rd, 2000 marked a
new page in his life, although he body was freed his soul still captured
in despair and sorrow: “No one cares, neither people nor parties; this is
no country and this is no government” Hussein said.
NAJWA
Najwa spouse of Hussein abducted on the
same day with her son Ahmad suffers from regular nervous crisis. She is
under intensive tranquilizing drugs. At night her case worsen, she has
nightmares about her gaoler, she sees him once killing her or cutting the
neck of her child or whipping her husband. She wakes up terrified and can
never go back to sleep.
Najwa is rather not highly educated, nor too intelligent. Therefore, her
body cannot hide her feelings and pains, it talks about her agony,
reflects her inner suffer and translates her fears. Her body calls for the
doctor help to relief it from vanished detention. Her unconscious
embroider freedom into imprisonment, she is continuously anxious, she
fears to return into detention camp, torture, and frozen period…
Grief had become
her companion when waking and anxiety while sleeping. She fears for her
family, this family that surrounded her with security, stability, as well
as her husband smile and son dreams or every one of her children who might
make for her a better future and heal her.
Anxiety, pessimism and posttraumatic neuroses engendered by the chock are rather clear evidence of Najwa SMEIHAT deteriorating state. And to add insult to injury, same were accrued by a difficult financial situation and by her husband melancholy.
AHMAD
Ahmad was abducted
with his mother and father. Now he is pursuing his studies at Bint Jbeil
Vocational School and endeavors to overcome the sinister detention period.
This young man is benefiting from his 20 years and to summon up with
dreams and wishes to stamp out the bad memories and psychological pains he
was through. Ahmad SMEIHAT is rather sad and pessimist. He tries hard to
subdue his thoughts and abstain from committing any mistake that further
leads him to be judged by others. During serious discussions he is
extremely cautious (medium anxiety, anxiety to fall back in the sad
experiences he and his family were through).
Ahmad seldom sleeps over the night. His screaming and raving awakes the
family: “Leave me …I am not involved… leave me…” he says. Ahmad smiles and
comments: “In fact, we still don’t believe that the sinister detention
camp had turned into a historical monument, that the militiamen were
thrown out and the occupying army was defeated, I do not believe that my
mother, father and myself are freed from their nightmare….”. No doubt,
anxiety shall be his friend for quite a long time. His fears will
dissipate once he consciously admits the fact of his liberation. Should
his father trades in a shop instead of a Van car in the village, he shall
be liberated from his nightmares, and have his smile back. Should he sees
his mother liberated from her drugs smiling, should he ensure that his
sisters Dou’aa and Fawzieh and his brother Mohamad will not face his
tragic destiny in the detention camp he will recover.
The SMEIHAT family
phenomena, their posttraumatic neuroses, anxiety, public and hidden
pessimism, as well as nightmares is a case of real concern that requires
care and study.
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Najwa SMEIHAT
: 34 years old, abducted 29/09/1999, liberated 23/05/2000.
Ahmad SMEIHAT : 19
years old, abducted 29/09/1999, liberated 23/05/2000.
Hussein
SMEIHAT:
40 years old, abducted 29/09/1999, liberated 23/05/2000
Mohamad El-Sayyed MOHAMAD
Mohamad El-Sayyed MOHAMAD
does not suffer from any syndromes initiating classically taking a
psychological disease, but evident psychiatric sequels in his way of
speaking and his face features when evoking his agony during detention.
The body of Mohamad El-Sayyed MOHAMAD reacts to the drastic experience he
was exposed to. His abrupt breathing from time to time and rapid
heartbeats each time he evokes the bad memories of his detention reflect
the psychological dilemma inside him. He’s always alone and isolates
himself from people and movement. Mohamad was affectively and mentally
disappointed, he searched for the great image he drawn into his mind
during detention about his country, politics, and people but could not
find it...
The intentional omission of the detainee rights hurt him extremely. He was
confused deep inside and his self-psychiatric-sociological balance was
weakness and confusion leading further to the burst of his isolation away
from people – society. An unforgettable feeling and proliferation of
thoughts transformed into a coercive obsession: revenge from his goalers
in the detention camp and the militiamen in his village who offered him as
scapegoat to the enemy for their own interest. Mohamad El-Sayyed Mohamad
loved his country and its citizens much he was ready to sacrifice his life
for their sake.
The detention camp did not only freeze the time and life it further
derived him from work, family inclusion and to raise his own children.
Khiam and the militiamen accrued his guiltiness feeling. Mohamad was
detained twice. The first time he was imprisoned in a narrow cell where
SLA recruiters have horrendously blackmailed him. His wife Fatmeh
ABDELNABI was abducted to put pressure on him: either to collaborate with
the enemy, or to make him confess coercively or to transform him into a
tool to appease the sadist goaler…
Mohamad refused to become a traitor. He was tugged between his love for
the family and his respect for his country. He is now the victim of
revenge for the honor, for the frozen time in the detention camp, for the
man inside him…
At night these
thoughts and obsessions, and his permanent tension are reflected. IN his
nightmares, he is still detained and horrendously tortured by his
goaler, a growing giant, he tries to find the people he
loved those who left him and his family without any result… he blame
himself for the agony of his wife and children…
FATMEH
Fatmeh ABDELNABI is the wife of
Mohamad El-Sayyed MOHAMAD. She is the symbol of resistance. She was
uprooted from her baby and thrown in detention.
Fatmeh is rather calm
despite her sorrow and grief. She tries to compensate her family with love
and care. Though she expressed a desire to revenge, she endeavors to calm
down this feeling devastating her husband and to enlighten the days of her
family more than the dimness of the prison. Anxiety has forged the
personality of Fatmeh ABDELNABI. She fears the future and wish to live a
serene life. She’s trying hard to erase the memories of detention from her
head, her family, her husband, and blackmailed her feminine body.
Anxiety and tension carved the personality of the Liberated Detainee
Fatmeh ABDELNABI who is trying hard to construct on the past and pains
structure new social relations….
Disappointment is the reason of her continuous suffer, her only confront
now is her husband and children as well as the love of the country that
never ends…Grief disguised by physical pains needs better days…
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Mohamad El-Sayyaed MOHAMAD:
born in Aita El Cha’b on 1963. He was abducted on 08/03/1998 and liberated
on 23/05/2000. Married and father of five children.
Fatmeh
ABDELNABI:
Born in Aita El Chae’b on ///. She was abducted on 04/03/1998 and
liberated on 14/06/1999. Married and mother of five children.
MUSTAFA TAWBEH
Mustapha TAWBEH welcomes you with a big
smile and invites you to have lunch or drink a cup of coffee in his home.
This smile shall not be construed as reflection of happiness or joy but
care and generosity. The house of Mustapha is a mirror of the misery and
tragedy of the forty years old man.
Torture on a tower for
days and nights even weeks, the head covered with a black bag and the flog
whipping his thin body have become a familiar scenery for Mustapha, this
resistant in body and soul. Face to his bravery and to whittle away his
will and resolution the goalers did not content to hang the body of
Mustapha in the bay of the detention camp to defeat his soul.
After five days they abducted his 1 years old son Ali and tortured him
before his eyes, they made him hear his screaming and his agony…Instead of
breaking down Mustapha built a tougher will therefore, after one week they
captured his wife, unveiled her hair and thrown her scarf…
The goaler stabbed
Mustapha deep in his heart and turned the knife in. He humiliated deep
inside this practicing Muslim, proud of his belief and rites. Any Muslim
would be revolted to see his wife unveiled, humiliated, and urging for help.
Mustapha could not revolt he was hanged on a tower, his Arab and Muslim
dignity was smashed. “I’d better die than to see my wife in front of those
pigs humiliated without her veil…Wallah (I swear by the name of God) if I
meet any SLA I will kill him….” He said this to the President when he met
him after liberation….
To revenge ourselves is much more simple than to revenge for history,
religion, dignity and honor. It is a feeling that no drugs or prayer may
heal. A giant feeling that only time could heal by developing peace and
stability concepts, and slow continuous psychological rehabilitation. Such
treatment would sew not tensioned social links with the others notably
ourselves…
Mustapha knew such time will come
when he heard the prayers of Khiam mosque in his narrow cell. The turmoil of
Mustapha is deep it is a physiologic reaction to enables him to defeat his
wishes to revenge for himself, his wife, his son and his country. Anguish is
a fortress in which are engraved his potential revenge capacities, and
disappointment from the government. The government that drove this living
martyr, this resistant by excellence, to write on the front pages of Al-Saffir
newspaper: “I wish I had been an agent for Israel (SLA)”….
His turmoil, his way to tame his
desires, slow of motion, isolation and relegation of happiness is a
self-psychological unconscious attempt to tame his anger and revenge…
Mustapha is suffering in silent. The feeling of suffocation and difficulty
to breath, his sights from time to time are expressions of his frustrated
tension and concretization of anxiety and disappointment that require long
term treatment…
ZEINAB NASSER
Zeinab Nasser is the wife of Mustapha Tawbeh. She is a practicing Muslim
woman who respects her religious rites, traditions and rituals. Should you
ask her about her situation yet what she experienced and consequently her
feelings, her joyful smile transforms into deep sadness, betrayed by her
face grouchy features.
Zeinab has a
limited intelligence. She left school at an early age. Therefore she tries
to express utmost her shredded feelings and to manifest her instable
motherhood engendered by the fact of being abducted for two months in the
detention camp where bad and pessimist thoughts about the destiny of her
children kept hunting her mind, where fear for her detained husband and
son did not leave her in peace… She was the tool to break down the will of
her husband… She feared and was too anxious of being becoming the reason
of her husband betraying his principles, religion and the bloods of
martyrs… She forgot her agony and kept thinking during her detention:
“Isn’t death much more honorific”. The same sentence she reiterated when
we visited her at home in Arnoun. Her home where all windows are
closed…where it is dark in spite of the shinning sun outside…Zeinab speaks
in a low voice, as if she had problems in hearing, she was too tensioned
and spoke rapidly. Her body motions reveal her tension and the bad
relation she maintain with her teen
daughter of 15 years old. “I do not know what is sleeping Doctor” She
interjected. Misery, oppression, tension...
Zeinab reveals her anguish and does not tame it due to lack of mental and
brain capacities to do so. She is spontaneous, frank… Everything around
her shows she is extremely tired… Tiredness for her become endless, she is
obliged to go on living to fulfill her mother mission…Her daughter Sabah,
seven years old, hide her face in the pillow each time she hears flattery
or just when you ask her how is she going… The daughter of Zeinab NASSER
is frank and sensible. Sometimes, it is enough to see and discover the
child to know everything about the whole family…
ALI
Ali squeezes your hand in his when
greeting you as he was wants you to know that he is no more the younger
detainee but a young man, a rare one in this world. Ali son of Mustapha
TAWBEH and Zeinab NASSER, shares his dream with you. He is trying to hide
his with acquired pride attitude. His tired face features are the
reflection of an engraved pain no matter how hard he tries to hide it with
enthusiasm and ambition… Quite everyone knows his agony… Instead of being
with his mates in school, Ali was beaten and hanged on a tower. He saw his
mother screaming for help. He did not try to ask why the goaler is beating
him or to ask him why he is torturing his father and humiliating his
mother before his eyes… Ali is proud of his courageous family. His pride
may let him overcome his agony and mill his pains thus it can never erase
from his memory and his conscious that “agents are Pigs…they deserve to
die…I pray to God not to see anyone of them…”.
For once, torture had a benefit. Ali and Mustapha suffered from
deteriorating health conditions requiring their urgent transfer to
hospital. Their goalers did not want them to die in detention…
Sadness has become symbol of the family TAWBEH. Their home in Arnoun
village, near Beaufort fortress reveals their humble pride…
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Mustapha TAWBEH:
Born in Arnoun, abducted on 02/10/1997, liberated on 08/11/1999.
Ali TAWBEH: Born in
Aroun, abducted on 02/10/1997, liberated on 08/11/1999.
Zeinab
NASSER:
abducted for two months
MILA SOUFANJI
She politely knocks on the door and
asks you to come in. She sits on the chair like a man and requests with
her soft voice a cup of water.
She is a gentle young lady. She usually wears trousers and shirt, which
reflects her care in official social relations. She is self-confident. She
details her aims and desires and pains. She is sure of her objectives and
knows when to speak..
Mila has no sad features. Her eyes sprinkle with joy. Her body is slim and
her voice is steady. She moves ordinarily, without any emotions and no
hitched voice. She reasonably speaks…No raving, no imagination or words
expressing fear or unusual behaviour. Why is that calm young woman here?
Why did she come to my clinic?
“My name is Mila, I was a detainee. I was liberated in the eighties. I
came to ask you few questions do you have any objection?
Mila is a single 34 years old young woman liberated in 1986. She passed
successfully the first baccalaureate than left school to join resistance.
Her parents are divorced, she have two brothers and one sister from her
mother and four brothers and eight sisters from her father. Her father
died recently of cancer at 87 years old. Mila was 15 years old when her
late mother died on 1984 at 38 years. Mila is working in clothes printing
and lives between Damascus and Bekaa (Lebanon). She came to Beirut for a
tribute TV interview.
“My life was from an early age full of sadness and grief…I can even say
that my birth itself was a mistake… My mother gave birth during her
divorce therefore I lived with my paternal grandma. My mother traveled to
Brazil and later my brother and I followed her… We did not stay for long
in Brazil, we returned to Lebanon when I was 13…My mother get married but
she died shortly after her marriage when I was 15…”
Mila sights and smiles than she said: “It is rather hard when the problem
starts at birth…Girl or boy I mean…” the matter should be deliberated…
Mila was abducted
on 1985 during a brave mission on El Rihan hills. “My mission was to sell
milk and than to achieve my martyr operation” Unfortunately,
her group was took in the trap. Mahmoud
Morched Sleiman, Egyptian national and Hassan Mohamad Salem, Syrian her
colleagues were killed. She received a bullet in her leg and kept
bleeding. She passed out and was left on the street two hours before she
was taken to the hospital and than the detention camp. At hospital she had
to do many surgeries and subsequently was injected with huge quantities of
morphine…She was dependant on this drug…She become coercively addicted
to morphine…should she does not take the required quantity, she used
to become hysteric, had difficulties to breath, had severe muscle
contractions, headache and unbearable physical discomfort and pain…It is
true that her goalers could not imprison her for life in his narrow cell
but managed to make out of her body a narrowest prison…She was trapped in
her own body….detained by morphine for life…Mila faced all
kind of torture: physical torture, mental torture and psychological
torture. She was left in the surgery room without anesthesia, they used to
humiliate her, to injure her…even the nurses who forgot the noble
profession to become drastic goalers and agents….
Her prison was in fact two. She was trapped in a narrow cell and inside
her agonizing body… They stole her teen age at 17 years old she was thrown
under the feet of those who claimed to be civilized and freedom activists…
Still Mila, the Arab was a live symbol of bravery, she kept on saying “NO”
to the occupying the goalers…When she used to stand before them she
engraved deep inside her pains, her screams…she refused to see them
satisfied with her agony...She screamed alone…She was always alone
since childhood…She has no mother. No government to claim her …No one
but resistance companions and ex-detainees who claimed her liberation…She
was liberated during an exchange of detainees with Israelis after more
than 18 months of abduction…Mila was lucky, she could be liberated from
her Israeli prison but not from morphine. She had to resist her family,
her friends and all those who did not have mercy of her case…Finally she
succeeded to get rid of her inner goaler on 1991.
Syria was always by her side. President Hafez El-ASSAD invited her to the
presidency palace and met her for more than one hour as many others did.
She was disappointed from her government, where she could not find a warm
cradle…She offered the best for it...her life...her teen years…She still
wants to offer more…and will always be ready to sacrifice…Mila today
engrave a deep sadness and a solid will with no limits…
On El Rihan hills, Mila wanted to proof to whom it may concern, she was a
brave knight. She wanted to proof to herself that she is a man by
excellence, and that her feminine body is like a shirt she can take off
whenever she needs so…to be a man is not simple yet to proof you are one
indeed is so hard… Mila succeeded…history shall recall her bravery….
MOUSSA HAMDANE
His 12 years old girl guides you to the house, where Moussa welcomes you
with eyes tired by oppression and insomnia. He invites you to sit on a
ripped couch and asks his wife to prepare some coffee, than he looks at
you and says bitterly: “inform our government of our condition, there can
be no more tyranny”.
His words, features and sick movements reflect his feeling of sadness,
pessimism, revulsion, melancholy, and despair. Moussa is physically
disabled. His body shakes as leaves in the wind, he can not even hold a
cup of coffee. Detention left him an eternal memory a semi-disability
slowly disabling his muscles… Moussa is terribly poor. Everything in and
around him reflects this misery: his teeth, untidy beard, his hair,
clothes etc… Dalal DAGHER, his cousin and spouse, of 40 years old, shares
his sorrow. She smiles and invites you to lunch and continue on saying:
“Will you help us, we are living on donations, have pity of us by the name
of God”…
Whenever you ask Moussa how did his situation deteriorate and why is he so
sad, he gather his strength, smiles and starts telling his story…“I worked
as guide for the resistance groups against the Israelis. On 1079, I was
abducted for the first time and deported into El Mtoulla prison where I
stayed for 18 months. I was dead alive and wished implored death to save
me from my pain day and night. Torture was unbearable. They have
electrified my tongue, my genitals, my fingers and toes, I felt
electricity going out of my eyes, I was screaming and yelling from pain…I
could not bear it anymore, I wished I was never born, never created, ever
been a resistant…and you know what, between torture intervals I was so
proud and happy for I did not betray my country and companions…days where
similar till I was freed after 18 months…”
His wife interjects: “Yes I remember, they captured you again 4 months
after our wedding”.
“It is true, I was abducted for the second time on 1983 and put in Tal El
Nahhas prison for one year and was accused of the same crime…Believe me I
got used to prison and felt I was stronger than my goaler…I learned a lot
from detention, yet my love and patriotism grew stronger each time their
torture was tougher… and once again they released me…”
His wife replies: “they abducted him for a third time doctor”. “True”
Moussa says, “On 1984, they imprisoned me in El Reji…there I was left in
the sewages and drains for 40 days, no one came to see me and when they
did, they took me for torture. I was drastically beaten and I split
blood…they humiliated me horrendously and I wished earth would have
swallowed me…They electrified my sexual organ and pulled my legs upwards,
they pulled my tongue with an electricity wire…they were kicking my head
with their feet, look at me now! Believe me I was so different. They
turned me into a disable who holds a disable card from the Ministry of
Social Affairs.”
Dalal his wife stroke bitterly: “When he was released from El Reji Doctor,
I did not recognize him. I knew him from the way he walks only. His face
was hatch, he had a long beard and was so slim…they took my husband and
returned me a disable”. “It is true, Moussa replied, I am a disable,
didn’t you notice how do I speak, I can no more articulate words, before
detention I was an ordinary man and could speak like you and him, like my
wife like everyone…”
Moussa undergoes difficulties of vocalization that requires usually
further explanation of what he wants to say. He has multi-disabilities in
limbs, therefore cannot walk steadily. Moussa suffers a lot and is rather
unable to work. Melancholy and anguish are his daily bread. He did lot of
medical examinations with one result: there is no physical treatment
for Moussa HAMDANE condition. Moussa is aware of his new condition. He
bears one important issue in mind: his children. How are they going to
live? His older girl, Mona 17 years old, left school to work as secretary.
She earns 200.000 LP per month. Lack of funds drove his two other girls
Abir and Rana out of school. “I beg you tell the government of my bad
condition, will they hear our imploration?”…By the name of Allah we fought
for this country and love it, we want only to live like everyone…” Moussa
says this and cry…
“I have no regret…By the name of God should I had no children I would have
fight again…By the name of God…” He said. Still deep inside, the worrier
is defeated, he is disappointed from his government, NGOs’ and
institutions, parties and even himself…
His wife suddenly
says: “Did you know doctor, I paid a bribe for an Arab soldier to pass
with Grad rockets on 1990 on a check point. With these rockets Marjeyoun
electricity station was bombarded… Yes I did it… but now I have
responsibilities, little children to raise… no one is helping us no
government no one…”
Melancholy is collective
in the family. Fear from the future and anxiety about the deteriorating
financial situation added by a gigantic fear about the health condition of
Moussa HAMDANE can be read in the innocent eyes of Mohamad (6 years old)
and Zeinab (5 years old) who just returned home from school. They were
looking at us cautiously, than kissed us. We hold them in our hands and
raised them up aren’t they the children of the hero…A forgotten hero, lost
in history!
ZEINAB YASSINE: MOTHER OF ANWAR YASSINE
All the doctors were so exited
to see the mother of Anwar YASSINE detained in an Israeli prison. A
proliferation of questions passed quickly in our head: What is Anwar doing
there? How is thinking? Will he come back someday? How about Anwar, he
must be much more anxious to meet his parents after fifteen years, will he
come back and when?
A beautiful old lady, with blues eyes opened the door and asked us in. She
was wearing a veil symbol of her faith and acceptance of the others
believes and opinions… She followed us slowly and welcomed us
continuously. Each wrinkle on her face tells the story of her torment
caused by her endless wait hours…without any result. Her face expressions
and wrinkles reflect tired mind and anxiety about her detained son…
She speaks slowly with a smooth low voice. It is like you are traveling
with her in time, like living with her, her agony. All at a sudden you’ll
find yourself in Palestine in the detention camp with her son. She cannot
hide her deep sorrow. I brought her back to reality and asked her if she
is self-satisfaction. She looked at me with bewildered eyes seeking for
tenderness and care and replied: “I was not the mother of Anwar alone,
never I was the mother of all the detainees wherever they were, I want
Anwar to be the last liberated one…”
Zeinab cannot hide her agony. Her heart is mourning. Long lasting waiting
hours are weakening her body and health. She is disappointed from the
government, from parties from everyone…She put her hand on her head and
said: “Doctor Ahmad, I have an unbearable headache, it is like hell I can
not bear it anymore…”
I took my suitcase and pulled out my medical tools to examine her yet took
advantage of the moment to ask her personal questions.
- Do you feel always sad or is there a particular moment that makes you happy?
- I am always sad.
- Do you feel a need to cry?
- It is true…I usually cries when I am alone, I cannot stop my tears…
I did not ask any
further question. The silence of the walls was too eloquent. Pictures of
the hero, detainee Anwar YASSINE were quite everywhere. There he is smiling,
here asking you t comfort his mother…
Zeinab suffers from hypertension and high heartbeats caused by sadness,
grief, anxiety, permanent tension and endless waiting hours. She also
suffers psychological instability reflected by her body motion and
condition.
Notwithstanding her grief, Zeinab smiles and tries to smoothen the atmosphere. She asked me where I was born.
She added: “They
abducted him at Mount El Cheick on 1987, he was the last of the group who
managed to escape. Anwars’ mission was to cover them with BKC. Israelis
hated him for their soldiers and one official were killed by BKC bullets. He
was sentenced to serve 30 years in prison, 15 of which have passed…” An old
man comes into the room he smiles and greets the present. He asked me kindly
to measure his heartbeats and blood tension…. He smiles again. Anxiety
turned the hair and even moustache of this 65 years old agriculture into
gray. Suddenly Zeinab (Om Ali) said a verse from the holy Koran: (* My son
Allah is with the patients*)…Maybe the sleeping country will wake up one
day…
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Anwar YASSINE
abducted in 1987 and deported into Chatta prison. Sentenced
to 30 years.
26/06/2002
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