8:50 AM EST October 21, 2016 121Contact
Hi FaraH. How are you?
“I am in hell.”
What’s going on? Is there anything arrived to your neighborhood?
Daesh is in the street. In our alley.
“How am I? You are asking about me? Daesh is on the roof. The snipers. Here, look at my ceiling?
I’m talking to you now and I’m looking at the sniper on the roof of our neighbors house.
Let me understand. How did this happen?
We heard that they were chased to our neighborhood by the army.
I started to cry. I could imagine…a flashback…the same had happened to me.
The shooting was like rain.
Believe me. I can see them. They are on the roof. They are standing on the roofs in the houses across from me.
Who are you watching? The Army or ISIS
No. Daesh. I can’t talk. I am crawling around in the house. I can’t talk. The shooting is a lot, and very low. I can’t stand on the chair. Me and my husband. Pray for me.
Alla yahfdhkum. God protect you.
You know what? When this sadness is going to end? I think we should better die instead of suffering every day.
I couldn’t stop crying. I told her to be brave.
Even if they enter your house. Just be brave.
I can’t take any more…carry on more than that.
Do you now what? I am laughing at myself.
While I was sitting on the chair smoking my cigarette in the kitchen the shooting starting and it was very heavy, very strong, so I had to jump to the ground immediately. In less than one second. I jumped and I laid down on the ground. And my husband was with me. Both of us we crawled and we went to the bedroom and I burst laughing at myself because I saw the cigarette was still in my hand. I didn’t throw it. I laughed.
I can imagine you. It’s very difficult for Kareem because of his big belly. She laughed.
I repeated Allah asdfasdf. She said Ameen.
She recorded the shooting and sent it. I heard it. Loud, close, without stop. Tatatatatatatata. Some of them close and some of them far (which means two sided fighting).
I wanted to shatter her fear away, so I told her, listen, I am your best friend, am I?
- If you become a martyr leave all your property to me, and all your money and your treasures.
We laughed out loud.
“You think so?”I am afraid I am sinking in debt and you will have to pay.
Listen, when you go to heaven change your husband there. Choose a nice handsome angel with no belly. It is an opportunity. Don’t lose it. Don’t waste it.
Hell no. Of course I’m going to change him. It is enough to live with him on Earth.
I will contact you every thirty minutes. (I was crying again)
What’s happening now?
It’s the same.
Inshallah everything will be all right.
Inshallah. But I can’t talk. I am chocked. I can’t breathe, as if somebody is strangling me.
OK, so let me make you smile.
When Daesh enters your house and takes you as a sex prisoner say, “I will agree, but on one condition. Take a shower.”
Oh yeah. They are all dirty as if they just came from the cave. Their smell is so bad.”
So don’t go with them.
[Much laughter here.]
I am joking with you about ISIS. Please delete everything in case the come to take your phone. Delete all the messages.
Yes, that’s right. I will.It’s quieter now. We are hiding in the bathroom now.
[the call was cut then]
Listen, I think you should leave the house. Go to your neighbors, your sister…you need people around you, not only your husband.
What are you talking about? I can’t even stand up. I am telling you we are crawling. The bullets are flying.
And she sent me the pictures. I was in shock looking at the holes in the walls, the ceiling.
[the phone was cut]
Hey Fatmah? You still alive? May Allah save you the way he saved Moses, Jonah, and Mohammed.
I am like a cat with 7 souls. I am alive.
Is the shooting still?
There is much less and it is far away.
Who won? Madrid or Barca, because we are the ball and they are kicking us the way they want.
Did you have dinner?
We have no desire to eat. We are too sad about the situation.
[The call was cut]