Democratic Palestine : 24 (ص 19)
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effect on the morale of the enemy soldiers, though in the op-
posite way. They used to curse their leaders in front of the
people, and say they wanted to live in peace. Sometimes they
would avoid confronting us when they spotted us. One day a
patrol was going through the camp and got lost. Not knowing
who they would meet, the soldiers just left the vehicle and ran
away. We found the vehicle, searched it, took the food supplies
and burned it up in broad daylight. In that period, the camp
was absolutely controlled by the fedayeen.
In 1970, after the September massacre in Jordan, Abdel
Nasser died. A large, armed demonstration erupted in the
camp. The soldiers knew we were in the demonstration, but
they did not dare disrupt it. Two months later, Israeli soldiers
stormed and searched my house. When I learned of that, I
never went back home. The soldiers were occupying the house
facing ours, which was owned by an old woman living alone.
From that incident, I realized that I was wanted. I decided to
go public, fully armed. From then on, my weapon was my
constant companion. I told no one of my whereabouts or how I
spent my time.
One day we decided to write slogans on the walls. When we
finished, we saw an enemy patrol coming. They saw us and
started shooting. We returned fire. In the combat, I was shot in
the foot - the same spot where I was injured during the war. My
comrades carried me back to the base.Fortunately a nurse lived
nearby. The comrades brought him and he gave me a
sedative. After that, a female comrade began taking care of
me. Less than a week later, I was moved to a hideout in a house
where a female comrade lived.I was lying in bed in the court-
yard, wearing my camouflage suit and watching the door. All
of a sudden, the comrade’s eight year old daughter rushed into
the house shouting: «Israelis, Israelis.» I told her to leave the
house fast. Her mother went and stood by the door, trying to
prevent the Israelis from entering. She told them: «One mo-
ment, sir, my daughter is taking a bath.» Meanwhile, I went
back to the hideout where a few comrades were sitting. We
watched what was going on between the soldiers and the com-
rade. She was shouting: «You will not get in.» I proposed that
my comrades escape while I would confront the soldiers. One
comrade, Abu Hadid, left me his klashnikov and I gave him
my hand grenades and pistol. I was determined to sacrifice
myself if necessary, especially as my injury prevented me from
running. I asked my friends to kill me if I was hurt. We ther
rushed in the direction of the soldiers who had managed to
enter the house after pushing the woman comrade aside. A
battle erupted. Abu Hadid managed to disarm the commander
and then got away. As he was running, he saw the com-
munications operator in the patrol car. He threw a bomb, kill-
ing the operator and destroying his equipment.
This caused a disturbance which allowed me to escape in the
opposite direction from my comrades. A woman saw me run-
ning and gave me her skirt; another gave me her head scarf. I
took off my uniform and put on the skirt and scarf. I gave one
of the women the money, letters and pictures I was carrying,
asking her to give them to my family. Then I went to a hideout
that nobody knew about. I built it under the rubble of a house
that had been destroyed by the Israelis. The residents of the
house were living in a tent nearby, and I asked them to go to
the camp and bring me news about what had happened. They
returned telling that Abu Hadid had been wounded. I sent a
message to the comrades, informing them of what had hap-
pened. Their reply said that the comrades were safe. The
messages I sent and received were all through a contact who
was the mother of a martyred comrade. I asked the residents of
the house to bring me a wig, a woman’s dress and a taxi.
Two women helped me get into the taxi. The driver noticed the
klashnikov I was hiding under my dress, but said nothing.
Ironically a policeman was sitting next to me. I went to the
place the taxi took me and stayed there for a long enough
period that I could move freely afterwards. Now, more than
fifteen years after that incident, I still have pains from the
wound. The scars have not vanished. As for the woman who
hid us, she went to the hospital and got a doctor’s report that
she had been hospitalized during that period. She was saved,
but not her house. The Israelis blew it up. Despite that, when
Comrade Hassan in Gaza-
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