Memoirs: The Night that changed my life Part 2 liyuu police

[sexy-kitten]

istaqfurrullah its a lovely story to tell girls on those late night convos

I don't know, I just saw it as an expirence I could put on college papers and uni applications etc

I didn't start praying until later simpler things like maturity is what got me started praying, but honestly it was like an initiation you got to go through coming to ogadeniya, so don't go there

2 of my boys went there this year, they didn't have a problem going there. Maybe it was cuz they flew. Were you at another neighboring city prior to going there?

[SultanOrder]

lol no i was there for over 2 1/2 months when I got stopped, it was my last week in that city, where I got arrested was inside the city on my way home from suuqa to home. They were just checking all the people that were headed to the baadiya, and they stopped me because I was carrying a digital camera.

Can you believe it was my last week there.

[Berke]

You are lucky man. Tons of people who have not committed any crimes are rotting in prisons in Ogadenia because of the Liyuu police. I wonder what Somali clan you can claim to the Liyuu police to avoid being arrested and tortured in that region.

[zidane88]

You are lucky man. Tons of people who have not committed any crimes are rotting in prisons in Ogadenia because of the Liyuu police. I wonder what Somali clan you can claim to the Liyuu police to avoid being arrested and tortured in that region.

You can claim to be pro Ethiopian clans ,like Tfg,Zone5 supporter etc.

[Queen_Arawello]

ala P-O wad sigatey Thank God u came back in one piece..my aunt n her daughter came back few months ago and they haven't encountered any harassment frm liyuu police...usually laluush bey qaatan..btw very informative and well written

[Basra-]

Not only is the narrating skill horrendous, but the audacity of the memoirist to assume just because he has an american passport he is automatically a blonde cadaan american is gauling!

[SultanOrder]

Not only is the narrating skill horrendous, but the audacity of the memoirist to assume just because he has an american passport he is automatically a blonde cadaan american is gauling!

I once called my self audacious self fulfilling prophecy eh
I think you lost a pound reading my story

[Oxidant]

Are the Liyuu police mainly Somali? How bad was the situation in the Ogaden? Do most people support ONLF?

[Berke]

Are the Liyuu police mainly Somali? How bad was the situation in the Ogaden? Do most people support ONLF?

I believe they are exclusively Somali. People on the ground live in fear and I believe most of them do not even concern themselves with politics all that much. I think, percentage wise, ONLF enjoys more support from the diaspora than they do on the ground.

[SultanOrder]

Are the Liyuu police mainly Somali? How bad was the situation in the Ogaden? Do most people support ONLF?

I believe they are exclusively Somali. People on the ground live in fear and I believe most of them do not even concern themselves with politics all that much. I think, percentage wise, ONLF enjoys more support from the diaspora than they do on the ground.

Yeah they are exclusively somali in kilinka, but I think there are the equivalent forms in oromia and other areas, you can tell who they are because they carry their macaawis with them on their necks.

Most people don't talk about politics openly or who they support because your cousin can lock you up for a simple disagreement, to be honest a lot of the youth over there are disenchanted with the onlf and I have heard arguements that they aren't even a real legitamte jihad movement like 77 war from guys, but girls are more supporters of the onlf than the guys. I think it has to do with the guys actually having to fight so they are more critical or else they will become conflicted in why they don't support them physically. but when people leave the country all of a sudden they are ardent supporters of the resistance

[Talo alle udaa]

If I was to go there, rest assured I would be arrested. I wish to visit my grandmother in the future inshallah.

[SultanOrder]

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[Basra-]

PO why do u have to torture us with this maryoole style essay? Yaqqee...

[SultanOrder]

PO why do u have to torture us with this maryoole style essay? Yaqqee...

because the forumers on here can't read anything longer than an essay style story

[qoraxeey]

They led us through the narrow streets of dhagaxbuur, where the fortunate citizens gawked at us, not daring to voice any disagreement. We were in their hands, no we were in God's hands now. One by one, four captured in total, a liyuu police on either side, one to the front and another to the back. Now we were passing the part of the city with lights and into the darker edge of town past the grand masjid, complete darkness was enveloping us and all of a sudden we were ordered to stop. One of our guards called out, and another responded giving us the go ahead signal to enter their base. An entranceway so narrow you would be hard-pressed to notice it if you didn't know it was there, we moved slowly and cautiously into a small clearing. A wall about the height of a man was to our right, on the other side laid the bodies of sleeping persons head to toe as if in a cemetery, even in the black night I could make out their long slender limbs covered by a measly bed sheet. "Sit" was the first order we heard.
Thoughts of all the horrible stories were going through my mind, each one more horrible than the other, my imagination picturing the worse possibilities. Calm down I reminded myself, take in everything and stay cautious, its all a misunderstanding they'll let me go soon enough. A young fellow was assigned to guard us, sitting on his chair with his gun on his lap with an aura of superiority knowing he held the gun, he was sitting above us, we were in his hands, only God knows what was going through his mind. The thing about him was that he didn't feel the need to raise his voice above an audible whisper. "Hey you... come here... shhhh....yes you... can't you hear me...shhh... take off your shoes... yes... good... quiet... now go... go back" you confused him with the gentle night breeze uncertain of every order, a dreadful chill of foreboding ran through my body. We sat their patiently, none daring to speak.
Before I knew it everyone was already taken to the other side of the wall and it was my turn. I got up with my shoes in one hand an approached a section of the wall that was broken about waist high, I climbed over and onto the other side.
" Go against the wall, sit down, now!" Four men, each holding semi automatic rifles, had me up against the wall, one who was sitting to the right of me held a notebook and a pen, and something else on his lap. "What is your full name... How old are you... What part of the city are you staying at... What is your tribe?", this was the opportunity I was waiting for to be known, and I immediately replied American. Shock ran through the men, and one of the men asked me again what my tribe was, I replied American, and thats when one man kicked me on my left side and another on my right. Again they asked who I was, I gave the same answer and brought out my passport at this they all stopped and took turns passing it around, by this time several more men joined us, all remarking to themselves that it was the real thing and that I did indeed have citizenship. Sensing that they understood who I was, and to emphasize this fact I told them my Somali was limited and there so happened to be one guy who spoke English. His first question was give me money, but the one with the notepad got upset by that and told him he was not to ask me for money whatsoever.
The questions did not end their but only began. "Where was I from, what city do I live, what I was doing here, where is my family, where was I born..." endless questions and every time they got an answer they didn't like they hit me, every time they got confused they hit me, every time they felt like it they hit me. At this time I was questioning the guys comprehension, and the man who was in charge of the questioning was getting jealous, in a fit of emotion he brought out the pistol on his lap and pointed it at me, commanded that English was going to be ceased, and that I was going to answer his questions. I raised my hands up in act of surrender and they seem bewildered by this gesture, put your hands down they told me. His last remarks in English were "Somali is your mother tongue, if you don't speak it or learn it", he leaned in closer next to my face and said in a deep African accent,"I will kill you".
Again he went to the same questions, but now they were getting suspicious of me. "Are you shifto, do you work with the rebels, don't lie to me", "what are you doing here in Ethiopia." They kept asking me if I knew who Mohamed Omar Hassan the leader of onlf was, and I honestly didn't. At this point a new man joined us who didn't seem to be part of the group but was staying aloof. They had had enough and now they meant business, one guy was ordered to get the long beating stick. This is when I told them I was Darood, and again there was a big uproar, with more kicks and slaps that followed. "How dare you name the big Darood". At this point the unknown man intervened and said the big stick wasn't necessary, and they should just finish it like that. He told them that where I was from tribe wasn't so important and that all the big tribes all live with each other and no one needs to know their sub-clans.
They stood me up, and walked me over to the other prisoners. It was over I thought. They were going to move us out, when all of a sudden their commander came out of nowhere and he was told of the situation he came straight towards me. Hit me right across my face almost knocking me down, grabbed me by the neck hard with one hand, took out his pistol with the other, and isolated me from the whole group. He jammed the pistol onto the side of my temple and asked me one question, "Are you shifto"... a rebel.

Oh this looks really good


inshallah i will read it after 5 hours ...

after afuur that is