Aliaa And Gaza
Episode 4
IDF Prison, January 21, 2018.
“I've told you repeatedly, I didn't participate in any clashes! I'm just a journalist! My friend said there was a clash, so I recorded there.” said Aliaa.
The tears of the Muslim women were pouring. Aliaa has been interrogated by the IDF for 7 hours. Without eating, without drinking. So horrible. Where a Muslim woman is interrogated alone without the company of her mahram.
“HOLE!” sniffed the man.
“Yes Rabb, O Allah, what shall I say to him??” lirih Aliaa slowly.
The man hit Aliaa. Blood poured from the body of the 21-year-old Muslim woman. He only grimaced in pain, not daring to raise the slightest sound.
“Enter him to jail! Let him hang out with his friends!”
Aliaa is inserted into a cell that contains 10 people starting from the age of 12 – 30 years.
“Yes Allah, why should I be arrested??”
“Besabarlah. We all don't know why we're arrested.” Said the girl beside Aliaa.
“See the girl who is playing it? She is only 12 years old.”
“12 years?”
“Yes. He was arrested late 2017.”
“Oh yes, I'm Layla. I'm 22 years old.”
“I'm Aliaa, 21 years.” Aliaa said with a smile.
Aliaa. What mistakes did he make as a journalist?
“How can you be arrested Aliaa?”
“Entahlah. They arrived to pull me.”
“You're free!” an IDF told Aliaa and dr. Reihanas.
Friends 1 cell hugged Aliaa and dr. Reihanas. Aliaa and dr. Reihana is led to meet friends/family who pick them up.
“Nadiah? Aishaa? Where's your left leg Aisyaa?” aliaa asked while watching Aishaa who was standing at the back of her wand.
The Muslim embraced Aishaa. While Aisyaa just smiled knot.
“Where is Brother Jannah? Where's Brother Shafa? Where is Khadiija?”
“They had already returned to Egypt in early February. I just got out of the hospital 2 days after they got home. They were forced to return to Egypt. But rest easy, they will return to Gaza insyaa Allah early in Ramadan.”
“Do not worry Aliaa. You can stay at my house.” Seloroh Nadiah while helping Aisyaa walk out of that shitty building.
Aliaa's face looked doubtful. Honestly speaking, Aliaa actually wanted to leave this place. Many reasons. Either because there was a lot of blood splattered, or his arrest in January
then. But since Aliaa had no other choice, he was forced to stay in Gaza until Ramadan.
“Do you not mind Nadiaah?” aliaa asked doubtfully.
“Of course not. There was no Nahdiyah in my house since he was busy in the fighting field. My house's deserted. I only stay ber5.” Said the Muslim who is the same age as Aliaa.
Aliaa and her friend arrived at the home of Nadiah and her friend. The house is filled with 3 countries. Palestine, Indonesia and Egypt. There's a paramedic at Nadia's house. Yasmeen.
“March 30th there will be a great return march at the border. I think we need a medical team. You want to come?” ask Yasmeen to Nadiah.
“I? That's a very confusing question. I last learned that P3K at almost 12 years old.” Said Nadiah while laughing.
“Cute first. You can be a field officer, right?” yasmeen
“Yes already, I'm coming to the border. Aliaa, you want to come? There you will not be arrested. I'm sure many other journalists are there.” Canda Nadia.
“Emm. Alright I'll try.” Aliaa said with a bit of hesitation.
