Diary
The reality that was the return from Aden to the village.. Ahmed Seif Hashed (1)
Returning from Aden to the village.. Ahmed Seif Hashid
the reality that was
Ahmed Seif Hashed
Returning from Aden to the village
On our way back to the village and leaving Aden, I used to watch the British soldiers at the security points wearing khaki shirts, shorts, and military headgear, but what caught my attention and interest was that at every military point in the direction of departure, we find one of the soldiers bidding farewell to us with veneration of peace. His hand is firmly on his face, to greet us with a solemn salute that raises our destiny and our standing, as if we are leaders and not ordinary and simple people.. He greets us as we pass in front of him and he is in a position of readiness, attention and steadfastness, and he continues to perform the salutation that he singled out for us “in honor and loftiness”, while my little head asks with enthusiasm and passion..
I used to ask myself with the innocence of a child: Do they move?! Do they stay the same for a long time?! Do they eat and drink like us?! Why are they doing this?! I wished that the Land Rover that used us for a long time would stop in front of each one of them, to see them carefully, and see how long they continue to put (maximizing peace), I want to fill my eyes from each of them for many hours.. Maybe the paradox today seems to me like aliens came From the sky, it raises a lot of strangeness, wonder and questions in us.
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But history also reveals to us another face of the occupation other than what was mentioned in these scenes that I went through.. the occupation occupied Aden with a justification uglier than guilt.. a ploy greater than the deception of a fox.. and it continues with several excuses, proliferating tricks, and cunning imbued with malice and cunning..
The occupation did not come for our sake, but for the interests and ambitions of his country’s politicians.. The true face of the occupation can be seen in the essence of this occupation, its expansionist ambitions, and the policy of subjugation it follows, and resorting to the use of force, cruelty and brutality towards those who oppose it or resist it, especially when it fails His soft policies.. It is the policy of sticks and carrots.. It is a policy that I have always lived through in a similar or similar situation, but I am still living it today.. A policy that is not free of blackmail and coercion.
But why this unusual greeting.. It is a greeting that exudes appreciation, respect and greatness.. Why do you give such a greeting to us when we are simple and ordinary people..?! Perhaps he wants with this remarkable and attractive farewell to the conscience to leave a good impression on those departing to the land of the North.. It is a message that breaks the solid rock.. Perhaps it is intended to prepare for the possibility of northward expansion in the future, and to create a measure of satisfaction there by spreading this captivating impression.. An impression that creates a degree of Welcoming and accepting the occupation in the coming days, but the revolution had another word in which it was the decision and the decision.
And between yesterday and today there are worlds and transformations that were not unimaginable, and more than that we found in later stages an occupation steeped in backwardness, nomadism and barbarism.. and we found from our people policies more ruthless, brutal and cruel, and this also does not mean that the hopes and policies of those countries are far from what is happening today, if not Be his shepherd, and manage the scene from afar with more malicious, mean and despicable hands..
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We returned from Aden to our village (Sharar) in (Al-Qubeita), burdened with grief and long separation.. We chewed our misery like salt and pus chewed, our wounds were open and deep in our souls..
It is unfortunate that we return, and we have reduced the number of our small families by two “light and sublime” who are the flowers of our existence.. What a terrible loss!.. And expensive.
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