Back in the old city of Nablus, through the al-Hanbali entrance. Past
the butcher shop that once displayed a cow’s severed head wearing a
pair of sunglasses. Turn right and the walls are suddenly covered with
the Palestine flag, posters of various prisoners, framed photographs of
Hassan Safadi and his martyred brother Farid, and a wreath of dried
flowers.
I’m back inside
Hassan Safadi’s home. But despite Israeli promises to release him a month ago, he is not here. He’s still in Israeli custody and
just completed the 40th day of a renewed hunger strike.
Today, Addameer and Physicians for Human Rights-Israel
expressed grave concern for the condition of Safadi and
Samer al-Barq, who has been on renewed hunger strike 70 days, and Ayman Sharawna who has passed 30 days.
Last time I was at Safadi’s home was back in late April when he was
on his 50th day of hunger strike. I remembered his weary mother, her
voice barely raised above a whisper, exhaustion etched into her face.
She had hunger struck in solidarity with her son when her health took a
turn for the worse and ended in her hospitalization for a few days.
After
71 days without food, Hasan finally broke his hunger strike a day after the 14 May agreement signed by the
Israel Prison Service and the higher committee for hunger strikers. Under the deal, Safadi was to have been released at the end of June.
A youth spent in prison without ever being charged
As I wrote for
Al Akhbar back then, Hassan’s youth up until today had been plagued with arrests.
“Safadi is no
stranger to spending time in Israeli prisons. He was first arrested when
he was just 16 years old, in 1994. From 2007 to 2010, he became the
longest administrative detainee in Israeli prison, with his detainment renewed every six months over and over again.
After his release, he was arrested by the Palestinian Authority for
48 days and spent the next five months being summoned for interrogation
regularly. Prior to his arrest by Israel in 2007, he had spent 43 months
in prison. In total, Safadi spent 10 years as an administrative
detainee in Israeli prisons, without ever once being sentenced or
charged officially.”
“Buzzing with excitement”
“At 1 am that
day we received a call from Hassan from his bed in the Ramle prison
hospital,” recalled his mother about the day her son ended his first
hunger strike.
“The Ramle prison slaughterhouse,” muttered Fuad, Hasan’s brother.
“We already
heard the news that the hunger strike had ended, and I was crying and
begging for Hassan to break his strike and to eat something,” she
continued. “He wasn’t sure if the mass hunger strike had ended or not,
and didn’t want to eat when he saw
Mahmoud Sarsak and
Akram Rikhawi still refusing food. But in the afternoon, the lawyer Jawad Boulos made him drink tea. My happiness was indescribable!”
Hassan’s sister Najiyeh ululated long and loud over the phone when
her brother informed them he finally ate something. The celebrations in
Nablus reached the Martyrs’ Square in the heart of the city and lasted
for a long time. Hassan had triumphed over his jailers. According to the
agreement, his administrative detention was not going to be renewed,
and he was slated to be released on 29 June 2012. The higher committee
for the hunger strikers reassured his mother that she will see him home
on that day.
“I prepared
fresh sheets on his bed,” Hasan’s mother said. “I laid out new clothes
for him to wear when he arrived back home. I was so happy, I wanted to
take him to his future fiancé’s house and prepare for the wedding. The
whole house was buzzing with excitement.”
Israel breaks deal
One day in the middle of June, Hasan’s mother was sitting alone by
herself in the house listening to the radio. As she changed the station,
she caught the Ramallah Palestinian Authority’s Minister of Prisoners’
Affairs Issa Qaraqe voice as he finished the sentence “…with the renewal
of the prisoner Hassan’s administrative detention for another six
months” before the commercials began.
She started pacing all around the house like a caged animal, feeling
so light-headed. “Issa Qaraqe’didn’t say Hassan Safadi, he just said
Hassan. I kept thinking, not my Hassan, not my son. Could it be though?
Thaer Halahleh’s
release on 5 June gave us even more hope and assurance that Hasan would
be released on the 29th. I just kept thinking of Hassan, Hassan, which
Hassan. I almost went out of my mind.”
Later that same day, Fuad walked in the house with a thunderous look
on his face. For his mother, that was all the confirmation she needed of
Hassan’s detention renewed.
“I want my son”
“It was a
paralyzing shock for me,” their mother said. “I couldn’t think, eat or
move. When I finally got my senses back, I wanted to run outside in the
streets and scream.” Her voice rose. “
Bidee ibni! I want my
son! I don’t care for press releases or statements from officials! I
don’t read or write! Do they think this is a game, a kid’s game? What is
Egypt thinking? We took guarantees from the Egyptian mediator that kept
pressuring the hunger strikers to end their strike that our sons would
be released!”
Najiyeh’s four year old son Farid, named after his martyred uncle,
walked in wearing the shirt with his other uncle’s face on it. The shirt
reached below his knees and looked like it hadn’t been taken off for
days. He climbed into Fuad’s lap, his blond curls crushed against Fuad’s
chest and ignored everyone in the room.
“Protests should
be in front of the Egyptian embassy,” Fuad said. Fuad is quick tempered
and his devil-may-care-attitude is reflected in his silent but always
alert posture, the way he barbs his words when talking about PA
officials.
“Fuad, the window is open,” his mother warns.
He shrugs. He was this close to confronting Fares Abu Hasan with his
bare hands, the lawyer who was supposed to follow up on Hasan’s case.
“The lawyer’s
attitude toward my mother when she asked him for more news was insulting
to say the least. I went to his house and found that he had run away to
Amman, Jordan for a couple of weeks.” He looked at his mother before
adding, “Safer for him too.”
Safadi relaunches hunger strike
Hassan immediately re-launched his hunger strike as soon as he found
out about his detention renewal. He was in Hadarim prison at that time,
and was promptly placed in solitary confinement once the Israel Prison
Service found out about his hunger strike. He was moved to the Ramle
Prison Hospital on Tuesday, 10 July where he still remains in isolation.
Tonight, 33 year-old Hassan Safadi has entered his 41st day of his
re-launched hunger strike, and remains in solitary confinement.
According to the latest examination by Physicians for Human
Rights-Israel, he is
suffering from kidney problems, sight problems, extreme weakness, severe weight loss, headaches, dizziness, and has difficulty standing.
“We were one hundred percent sure Hassan was going to be released,” his mother said. “I still have hope he
will be released.”
Letter to his family
Below is my translated version of the letter Hassan’s family received
from him when he was on his 22nd day of his re-launched hunger strike.
First I want to thank you dear mother for your wonderful letter,
whose every word penetrated my heart and immersed me in happiness,
love and tenderness. I am blessed to have a mother like you. Please
thank everyone who stood in solidarity and prayed for me.
What increased my happiness and contentment was you writing that you
raise your head up proudly because of me…I hope your head will always
be lifted high and your spirits elevated oh loved one. As for waiting
for my release, I remind you mother we are believers.
We are waiting for God’s mercy with patience…as Prophet Muhammad
related God’s words, “I am as my slave thinks…” As you await my release,
think positively and God willing, God will not leave you and your work
and He will not disappoint your expectations.
Thank God I have a mother like you, a patient believer who prays for
me from her heart, and I thank you dear mother for the beautiful song
you wrote that warmed my chest as I read the lyrics..
Congratulations to Nelli’s [his sister] twins…I pray to God they
will be attributed to Muslims and to Islam and for them to receive the
best upbringing, and for their time to be better than our time.
Say hello and salute Abu Jamal and thank him for his efforts and say
hello to Ayah and Amir and tell them I miss them, tell everyone who
asked about me I say hello, and pray for them.
How beautiful the last line in your letter is! “God is with you, may
He protect you and take care of you…I leave you in His safe hands.”
Please mother, always pray for me using those words especially in the month of Ramadan, happy holidays.
Your son