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Nadia Narrates By Her Tears

Dedication: To every Muslim who still has blood runsin his vein. Nadia is one of the victims of the American mercenaries in Abu Gharib prison, who was detained for unknown reason.

 

When she has been released from the prison, she hasn't thrown herself between the arms of her family such as any oppressed prisoner dose, especially when he is being ironed by the fire of the oppression and the fire of longing to his family.

 

Simply, Nadia escaped immediately after she went out from the prison, not because of the shame that will follow her because of a crime she has committed, but because of what she and the other Iraqi captive women have been subject to, such as violation, rape, and torture by the hands of the American mercenaries in Abu Gharib Prison. The wall of the prison tells tragedies. But what Nadia tells is the truth not just a story.

 

Nadia started her story by saying "I was visiting one of my relatives, and suddenly the American forces attacked the home and started to inspect it. They found some light weapons. So, they arrested all people in the home including me. I tried to explain to the interpreter, who was accompanying the American patrol, that I am just a visitor. However, my trials failed. I cried, begged them, and I lost my consciousness from the fear when they led me to Abu Gharib prison.

 

Nadia continues "they put me alone in a dark and dirty prison cell. I expected that I will be released soon, especially when the investigation proved that I haven't committed a crime".

 

Nadia added while the tears are being poured on her cheek, the matter which proves how much she has suffered: "the first day was so burdensome, the cell was malodorous, humid, and dark, and this condition increased the fear inside me more and more. The laughs of the soldier outside the cell made me more scared and I was afraid of what would happen to me.

 

For the first time I felt that I am in a difficult impasse and that I entered to unknown world that I would not go out from it as I entered.

 

In the middle of these different feelings, I heard a voice for an American soldier woman who was speaking in an Arabic language. She asked me: "I haven't imagine that the weapons' traders in Iraq are women."

 

When I started to explain to her the circumstances of the situation, she beat me cruelly. I cried and shouted "By Allah! I am oppressed, By Allah! I am oppressed."

 

The soldier showered me with insults in a way that I have never imagine that I would subject to it under any circumstances. Then, she started to deride me saying that she was monitoring me all the day via the satellite, and that they can track their enemies even inside their own bedrooms by the American technology.

 

Then she laughed and said: "I was watching you when you were making love with your husband."

 

I replied in a confused voice "I am not married". She beat me for more than one an hour and she forced me to drink a glass of water, and I knew later that they put a drug in it. I regained my consciousness after two days to find myself naked. I knew immediately that I have lost something that all the laws in the earth will not be able to return it to me once again. I have been raped. A hysterical fit attacked me and I started to hit my head hardly in the walls till more than five American soldiers head by that soldier women entered the cell and started to beat me, and they raped me alternately while they laughing and listening to a loud music.

 

Day by day the scenario of raping me is repeating. And every day they invent new ways that are crueler than the prior ways.

 

She added describing the horrible acts of the American criminals: "after about one month, a  soldier entered to my cell and threw to me two pieces of American military clothes, and he mentioned in a weak Arabic language to wear them. Then he led me after he put a black bag on my head to a public toilet where there are pipes for cold and hot water, and he asked me to bathe, then he closed the door and left.

 

Although I was so exhausted and feeling pain, and despite the tremendous number of the bruises in my body, but I poured out some water on my body. Before I finish my bath, the  soldier came. I frightened, and I hit him by the bowel on his face. His reaction was so tough. He raped me cruelly and spitted on my face, then he left and returned accompanied with two soldiers who returned me to the cell.

 

The treatment continues in that way, to the extent that sometimes I have been raped 10 times in a day, the matter which affected my health negatively.

 

Nadia continues in revealing the American horrible actions made against the Iraqi women, saying: "after more than 4 months, a soldier woman came, and I concluded from her conversation with other soldiers that her name is Mary. She said to me "now you have a golden opportunity, since an officer who has a high position will visit us today, if you deal with him positively, you would be released, especially we are sure of you innocent."

 

I replied: "whereas you are sure of my innocent, why you don't release me?"

She screamed in nervousness: "the only way that guarantees your releasing is to be positive with them"

 

She took me to the public toilets, and she supervised my bath while she was holding a thick stick, hitting me by it if I didn't perform her orders. Then, she gave me a makeup, and warned me not to cry unless my makeup will be ruined. Then she took me to an empty small room in which there was nothing but a cover on the floor, and after one an hour she came accompanied with four soldiers who was holding cameras. She took off her closes and she harassed me as if a man. The soldiers were laughing and listening to a noisy music, and taking photographs to me in all poses, and they were emphasizing on my face. The woman asked me to smile otherwise she is going to kill me, and she took a gun from one of her colleagues and fired four bullets near my head, and swore that the fifth bullet will be fired in my head.

 

After that, the four soldiers raped me alternately the matter which made me lose my consciousness. When I regained the consciousness I found myself in the cell and the traces of their teeth, nails and cigarettes are in everywhere in my body.

 

Nadia stopped narrating her tragedy to wipe her tears, then she continued: "after one day Mary came and told me that I was cooperative, and I will be released but after I watch the film that they have shoot"

 

Nadia added: "I was in pain when I saw the film, and she (Mary) said: "you have been created just to make us enjoyed". At the moment I became very anger and I attacked her although I was afraid of her reaction, and I would kill her except for the interfering of the soldiers. When the soldiers released me she showered me with hitting, then they left me.

 

After this incident, nobody harassed me for more then one month; I spent that period in the praying and invocation to Allah, the Evolver who has all power, to help me.

 

Mary came with some soldiers who gave me the clothes that I was were when I have been arrested, and led me to an American car, and then they threw me on the highway road after they gave me 10,000 Iraqi Dinars.

 

I went to a home that was near the place where I have been thrown, and since I know the reaction of my family I preferred to visit one of my relatives to know what happened after my absence. I knew that my brother had held a consolation board for me for more than 4 months, and they considered me as a dead person.

 

I understood that the knife of shame is waiting for me. So, I went to Baghdad where I found a good family who lodged me, and I worked with this family as a maid and governess for their children.

 

Nadia wonders in pain, regret and bitterness "Who will quench my thirst? Who will return my virginity? What is the offense of my family and kin? I have inside me a baby, and I don't know his father. Her speech is finished.

 

Nadia is me and you, your sister and my sister, your mother and my mother. Oh Islam's Sanctity!

How many more Nadia's do we need for the Muslim youth to wake up and do something about it!