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YouTube - Testimony of happenings in Bahrain A_____ E_EAAYIEY_4.flv (25.3mb)

[Originally posted by faithstar979 at YouTube]

Seddiqa Haroon testifies to what happened at the public prosecution when they went to get visition hours to see relative detainee: Moh'd Almudawweb.

TRANSLATION (provided with the video):

"In the name of God, the most Merciful the most Benevolent. Well, yesterday we were in the Public Prosecution building.

We went there, because of a promise by the Prosecutor Wael Bu Alay that we would be able to see our relatives.

We went there, and we weren’t carrying any weapons, or any banners. We brought with us clothes for our sons, because we know that they were in the cold there - they don’t have anything. They were taken away, while they were sleeping in their beds, only in pyjamas.

Indeed, we went there, but they are not men of their words they do not keep their promises. We were kicked out and told to go away, and that they will call us. We told them, “Yesterday, you promised us that we could come and see them, but you aren’t showing them to us. How can we believe you that you will call us if we go? We only want to see them. We want to hear their voices. We don’t even demand to see them; we just want to hear their voices. We want to know whether they are dead or alive.”

We hear news that they are dying from hunger. Yesterday, a woman met her detained husband. He told her, “From the time I was arrested, they didn’t even give me water”. He told her, for two days they haven’t even given him water.

We didn’t agree to go away. We told them we will not go out. They forcefully drove some families out, but we stayed, around 20 or 25 women. And we were all women; no man was with us, only women. Only God was with us..

Gradually, the security forces gathered around us. First, they tried to drive us out with male officers. With their stars on their shoulders: officers! trying to force us to leave and we told them we will not go. They brought female police officers. Do they think they will scare us with their police? They brought Iraqis, more than six men surrounded us. And we are all women, holding the seats tightly and telling them we will not go out.

If they would at least give us a papers telling us what happened to our sons. If they are dead, then just tell us they are dead. We could at least have a funeral and mourn. But don’t tell us you have detained him and you won’t show him to us.

They attacked us, men and women. They beat one girl, a daughter of one of the detainees. She was only 12 years old. She got hysterical from the beatings. The child broke down when she saw them beat us. A 12-year old child collapsing, isn’t this proof of the barbarism which we were treated with? Isn’t this a proof of how they brutally suppress us?

They started throwing us out one after the other. They started hitting us one by one. Every time they take a woman, they beat her up and throw her out like a cat. They carry us from our legs and arms and open the door to throw us out.

They came to throw Zaynab out. We cried, “Don’t throw her out.” We were holding her and telling them not to take her away. When they saw, that all of us women were holding her, they came and started hitting me. No one was there for me except for my mother. The male officers were hitting me and I was lying on the floor. They broke my fingers. My hand has fractures and my finger is broken from the kicking. He was stepping on my hand. My mother was the only one trying to defend me and they started hitting her.

[Death to Al Khalifa] audience:

[Please…please]

What please? I am burning inside. This is my sister, I can’t do anything.

Brother: [Let her proceed. Let her tell what they did to her.]

Brothers, everyone is hurt. Everyone is angered, but we want to send a message to the government. The government and the Ministry of Interior say that they did not use violence. We want to send a civilized message to them, telling them you have used everything that is against the law. Please, it is not the time for emotional slogan. Let us hear the testimonies and then we will hear the political discussions. Please, you are in Democratic Action Society, please respect this place.

When I was being beaten, I read the names of the officers. They were not only officers; there were also female police officers and Iraqi police men. They were masked.

[Do you know their names?]

The officer who broke my hand, his name is Osama Al Mehry. And in all arrogance, he told me that he will come and take me from the hands of my mother in our house. He said you will be arrested. He said just like we use violence on your sons we will use it on you. And we were women alone, no man was with us. He kicked my mother. He was the one who lifted his leg and started kicking her in her back. My mother has a disc collapse and other bone problems. The female officers started slapping her in her face. They threw me out. They opened the door and threw me out. I immediately went to the glass door and stood up, holding my fingers in the sign of victory, to show my mother that I was alright. I saw my mother had fallen to the ground and everyone around her. I started screaming and hitting the glass, telling my mum “get up, there’s nothing wrong with me, I’m ok”. I started going around from one policeman to another, from one officer to another, begging them to please let me in, I want to see my mother, my mother is going to die. I asked the police to call the ambulance but she said she didn’t have a phone, she’s a liar, I saw her speaking on her phone earlier. She kept calling people and making fun of us. But she pushed me away and said “get away from me I don’t have a phone”

Mushaima (political leader) had called the ambulance. 10 minutes and I am seeing my mother through the glass, fainted and other women crying over her. I went to the officer, I cried and begged him to let me in. I said please, I’ll kiss your feet, just let me see my mother. He said “KISS MY FEET”. I went down and kissed his feet, then he said “let her in”. I am a woman and he tells me to kiss his feet so that I could see my mother. I told them you’re killing my mum, I want to see her. You have killed her. And he made me kiss his foot. I kissed his foot only to see my mother.

I went in and saw that my mother had fainted but was hugging my shoes to her chest. They had come off when they threw me out. I tried to make her wake up but she wouldn’t. The ambulance came and took her, and they took me with her. When we got in the ambulance I realized what happened, and I said Why did I kiss his feet, why did he tell me to kiss hit feet. They were mocking me while I was going in the ambulance, I saw people from the media outside, I told them “photograph my mother, look they’ve killed her”. The officer was laughing and said “let them photograph, they wont publish it in any newspaper. “

They did all this to us because of what. WE WANT TO SEE OUR SONS. It has been six days and we don’t know what happened to them. Dead or alive we don’t know. They beat us and threw us out one by one, according to what laws are they beating us? Who gave them the orders to beat us. What gives him the right to make me kiss his feet so I can see my mother. His name is Isa. And today he saw me, he didn’t have the courage to look at me, he was far away and it tore my heart that I had to kiss his feet. But what could I have done, put yourself in my shoes.

Brother: we went to raise charges like the minister of interior claims we can. We went yesterday, but they threw us out. A human rights activist told us to go back again, we went back again, but for 2 hours we were filling out testimonies, and then the same officer, Osama el Mehry comes down, in Hoora police station. “The guard is also the thief, the guard is the thief!” [arab saying]. Who do we complain to? God? We have nobody but God to complain to. We are in danger.

Woman in audience: “If your opponent is the judge, who will you take to trial?! If your opponent is the judge, who will you take to trial?!”

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