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| Mrs. Hayat Bouaida: this is the story of my abduction by the DST agents (Moroccan Intelligence) | |
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| Hayat Bouaida, 20/07/2006 |
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| I am Hayat Bouaida, member of the Justice and Spirituality Movement in the city of Safi (south of Morocco). In this letter, I will relate a detailed story of my abduction by the DST (Moroccan Intelligence). |
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| On Tuesday, July 11, 2006 at 12:30 p.m., in Kauki Square nearby Zerktuni Grade School, Safi, a black four-wheel car suddenly rushed towards me. The guys aboard the car forced me to get into the vehicle with extreme violence. Then, they immediately blindfolded my eyes, muzzled my mouth and took me to an unknown place. When the blinders were removed from my eyes, I found myself before 8 DST agents. |
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| The second episode of my suffering began when they assailed me with all forms of obscene and blasphemous language, subjected me to physical violence and then took off my headscarf violently. The abductors also threatened to undress me altogether should I not obey their orders and instructions. Yet as I was exerting every effort to keep my clothes, and thus save my decency and dignity, I received a volley of violent kicks and blows. The agents then subjected me to various forms of psychological and physical humiliation that left several wounds in different parts of my body, the most serious of which was in one of my kidneys, as I have received a medical certificate testifying to my disability for 30 days. |
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| All the abductors’ questions were about my activities and my contacts in the JSM. They also sought to have detailed information about the JSM’s internal programs, and they threateningly ordered me to stop hosting meetings in my house. That is only the tip of the iceberg of the agonies I suffered. |
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| Worse still, during the session of torture I heard a sort of obscene and blasphemous language that no ear or heart of a Muslim would tolerate. For instance, as one of them was taking pleasure in torturing me he said in a mocking tone: “will you stand firm as your Lady Asmāa did? [he was referring to the noble female Companion Asmāa daughter of Abu Bakr (God be well pleased with both of them)]. When I said (reciting a verse from the Holy Qur’an): “For us God suffices; and He is the best disposer of affairs”, their reply was another volley of violent kicks and blows. One of them said, as he was fuming with rage: “I don’t wanna hear those words. Your God won’t come to save you from us. Say goodbye to your kids.” |
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| When the stick method failed to undermine my steadfastness, the abductors resorted to the carrot method. They invited me to work as a stooge inside the JSM and promised me “treasures and pleasures”, stating that I was needy, that I had debts, and that I was suffering from a long-term illness. They said: “Put your hands in our gloves and you’ll be rolling in money”. When all that failed, they resumed the method of torture and threats. |
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| In the last episode of the savage aggression and with a view to instilling much more terror in my heart, they said that they would not be prosecuted for what they did, that they had absolute authority, that they could do whatever they wished, that they were professional criminals and that I could not attribute their crimes to any accountable authority. |
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| Then, they robbed me of the money I had (≈ 25 dollars), took the keys of my house and threatened to kill me if I disclosed what happened to me to anyone. I eventually found myself thrown in Tlat Bukadra roadside (road leading to Marrakesh) at about 3:30 p.m. of the same day. |
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