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Muhamed Jenjaweed from Kutum to Croydon, south London, the fabricated

06-11-2013, 12:28 PM
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Muhamed Jenjaweed from Kutum to Croydon, south London, the fabricated

    Quote: Someone was knocking on the window glass. A handsome and courteously smiling young man with a Darfur Arabic accent. His name is Muhamed Issa Salim. After quick handshake, he got in. We left to his house. We were silent along the way to his house except for turn left or right for direction. It was simple flat with simple armchairs and TV set. There was a football match on the TV. It was the Qatari Premiership tournament.



    We broke the silence by talking about foot ball. It became clear he supports Al Hilal and that he is friendly and frankly despite the sadness on his eyes. He is very simple. He answers you quickly and shortly.



    We gradually began to feel little bit upset as we remember that we are sitting with a "professional killer".



    The young man can give the right required data although had no identity documents. He was born in July 14, 1985 in Kutum. He is from the Rizigat, Awlad Rashid. He would graze his cattle of the family until 2001. He immigrated to Libya to begin a new life. He was nicknamed Muhamed Jinjaweed, because has involved in the killing of 300 people according the Daily Mirror.



    His life in Damrat Al Sheikh was proceeding as normally and smoothly. Nothing makes him inconvenient unless there was a lack of pasture. They go out in search of pastures and water in limited area. No one of the tribe is interested to expatriate except Muhamed. He got married in 2001 and when his wife was pregnant he left the same year to Libya to begin a long journey. He was only 16 years old. He studied for only one year leaving primary school to join working life. He spent six years working in the farms and grazing. He collected money for the hoped for journey. He was dreaming of entering Britain. He was keen to have his dream real. He was in touch with his wife and relatives but infrequently. He wife gave birth to boy baby named Mustafa.



    In 2006, he left Libya on a boat along with 30 adventuresome immigrants from Ethiopian and Eritrea. He paid1,700 dollars fee usually demanded by people smugglers.



    Everyone was worried about the daring decision except Muhamed who sat at the front. The boat stopped in the mid way. They were crying and weeping except Muhamed who kept mum unless he remembers his son, Mustafa.





    People on board have lamented the crew for not checking the fuel. They discovered that he was only a passenger like them and that he was only trained to captain the boat. A young Eritrean man has contacted emergency number using his satellite phone. In less than half an hour, the Italian coast guards arrived.



    They mounted the coastguards' ship. They were only 10 miles from the Italian coasts. They have lamented their bad lucks except Muhamed who thanked the Almighty for the survival. He was dreaming of his way to Britain.



    The Italian coastguards have arrested the thirty illegal immigrants to join other immigrants with the same luck and destiny. They were fatigued, so they slept soundly except Muhamed who toured the camp to acquaint with the newcomers although he speaks no foreign language.



    They soon arrived in Lampedusa city. It's a small Italian island with small population. The life is glamorous. One of the Eritrean told him that "all the 300 people on the two boats bound to Italy from Libya were drowned". He was crying.



    In the evening the campers were in pair except Muhamed. Later, his Eritrean fellow came to tell him they would be transported to Crotone, south Italy where they would be enquired and have finger print and eye scan. Former infiltrators advised them to avoid the process because it limits their movement.



    Muhamed didn’t know how he slept and for how long when the Italian police awoke him to give a sandwich and a cup of juice.



    Muhamed used to be free in home village and his school which he deserted when he only six years old to be a prisoner.



    He remembered the lost freedom against when the police advised him to fasten the belt on board. They were 20 persons in Crone bound plane. They left for finger prints and eye scan. They spent the day in the camp. There were Chadian and Arabs from the Maghreb countries from their accent. They warned him of the finger prints. When it was dark, he realized that the Chadian was planning to escape.



    "To where?", he asked.

    "Any place where there is no fence or police", he answered.



    Nothing is stronger than ambition. Their guide was from the Maghreb country. They climbed the fence and slipped into a jungle. They went on foot for six hours till the morning. They had no water or tea in the morning. Muhamed went with African fellow. They used only sign language for communication.



    After half an hour they arrived at railway station. They got on the train without tickets. When they saw the ticket collectors, they hid in the toilet. They did that for three times until they have arrived at large station where, he got out leaving the African fellow behind. They waved their hands.

                  

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06-11-2013, 12:31 PM
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Re: Muhamed Jenjaweed from Kutum to Croydon, south London, the fabrica (Re: فدوى الشريف)

    Quote: n the toilet, he looked at face. He looked like a homeless. He did his best to look tidy, but he couldn't. He left bathroom to survey the area in search of a big railways station. He went to a group of five persons who looked like Sudanese.



    They were from Darfur, but they gave him no attention. They have only showed him the direction. "Why they didn't invite to have something to eat?, he asked himself.



    "I will refuse if they do. They have non halal drink", he answered himself.



    There at the station, he met a group of Ethiopians, East Asians, Eritreans and other nationalities crowded under one tent which can accommodate one person. The tent erected under the bridge in Medio Campidano. One the fellow immigrants advised him to buy umbrella to protect him from the rain and cold weather. He was penniless. When a truck came, they all hurried including Muhamed. About an hour, he found himself in a big grapes farm. He was paid only 50 euro. He bought umbrella and food. He slept dreaming of a train to take him to Britain.



    He spent 25 days working in the grapes farms. One day, he took his bag and went to the station. Italy is not a rich country, so he hasn't managed to learn single Italian word. He went to the ticket office.

    "London", he said



    "No!", answered the seller



    He couldn't ask him why, because he doesn't speak Italian. He went to another ticket office where he had the same answer- No with a smile. He stayed for three hours until he a met a young Sudan man carrying an Italian newspaper. He went to him asking for help. Luckily, the Sudanese immigrant had residence permit three months ago. He told him about the difficulties to face for London, so he advised him to leave to France. The Sudanese expat gave him a copy of his residence permit to enable him to buy a ticket to France. He thanked him for that. He smiled as he recalled the difficulties that he encountered along his journey.



    At this time, he remembered his son. Mustafa who aged five years old at that time. He asked his fellow Sudanese about his name which was written in Italian language.



    His fellow Sudanese has advised Muhamed to go small French town where it is possible to leave to Britain.



    When he left he went to the ticket office. He handed him the residence and the money.

    "Paris", he said.



    The ticket seller has investigated the document and looked into his face for a while. He returned the residence with a ticket. Before, he left, he had glanced a Chadian man having the same problem. He greeted him in Arabic.



    "Where are going?", asked Muhamed



    "To any where" , he answered



    "What about Paris?", he asked.

    " Fine" he answered.

                  

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06-11-2013, 12:31 PM
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Re: Muhamed Jenjaweed from Kutum to Croydon, south London, the fabrica (Re: فدوى الشريف)

    Quote: n the toilet, he looked at face. He looked like a homeless. He did his best to look tidy, but he couldn't. He left bathroom to survey the area in search of a big railways station. He went to a group of five persons who looked like Sudanese.



    They were from Darfur, but they gave him no attention. They have only showed him the direction. "Why they didn't invite to have something to eat?, he asked himself.



    "I will refuse if they do. They have non halal drink", he answered himself.



    There at the station, he met a group of Ethiopians, East Asians, Eritreans and other nationalities crowded under one tent which can accommodate one person. The tent erected under the bridge in Medio Campidano. One the fellow immigrants advised him to buy umbrella to protect him from the rain and cold weather. He was penniless. When a truck came, they all hurried including Muhamed. About an hour, he found himself in a big grapes farm. He was paid only 50 euro. He bought umbrella and food. He slept dreaming of a train to take him to Britain.



    He spent 25 days working in the grapes farms. One day, he took his bag and went to the station. Italy is not a rich country, so he hasn't managed to learn single Italian word. He went to the ticket office.

    "London", he said



    "No!", answered the seller



    He couldn't ask him why, because he doesn't speak Italian. He went to another ticket office where he had the same answer- No with a smile. He stayed for three hours until he a met a young Sudan man carrying an Italian newspaper. He went to him asking for help. Luckily, the Sudanese immigrant had residence permit three months ago. He told him about the difficulties to face for London, so he advised him to leave to France. The Sudanese expat gave him a copy of his residence permit to enable him to buy a ticket to France. He thanked him for that. He smiled as he recalled the difficulties that he encountered along his journey.



    At this time, he remembered his son. Mustafa who aged five years old at that time. He asked his fellow Sudanese about his name which was written in Italian language.



    His fellow Sudanese has advised Muhamed to go small French town where it is possible to leave to Britain.



    When he left he went to the ticket office. He handed him the residence and the money.

    "Paris", he said.



    The ticket seller has investigated the document and looked into his face for a while. He returned the residence with a ticket. Before, he left, he had glanced a Chadian man having the same problem. He greeted him in Arabic.



    "Where are going?", asked Muhamed



    "To any where" , he answered



    "What about Paris?", he asked.

    " Fine" he answered.

                  

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06-11-2013, 12:32 PM
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Re: Muhamed Jenjaweed from Kutum to Croydon, south London, the fabrica (Re: فدوى الشريف)

    Quote: They laughed as they went to the photocopier to give him a copy of the residence licence. They had two tickets but they have the same residence. They got on the train in different carriages so as not to be discovered. They only met in France in the morning.



    They remained at the station until a young African man came and shook with them.

    "You are Muslim?", he asked



    "Yes!", they nod their #########



    "That is great! Do you want any help? He asked.



    He took 170 Euros from each and bought them two tickets. They have waited for the train for three hours. When the train arrived they were allowed to get in.



    Latter they discovered that the young African man was a swindler. The tickets were forged and that the ticket price is only 12 euro. When they arrived in Calais, France they went to the forest where it is full immigrants. African, Asian expats. They were playing card. He was pleased when he saw a Sudanese national. They shook hand and hugged.



    "How can I reach Britain?", he asked.

    "We were waiting for a truck to take us there", he said



    He took 100 euro from Muhamed and asked to be ready. Accompanied by the human smuggler and a Kurdish agent, Muhamed went to the truck at the gas station.

    "The Kurdish man will go to the truck to open the door of truck. Take care when you get in. Hide yourself in the goods", the young Sudanese advised him.

    Muhamed has found another Afghani adventurer beneath the commodities.



    From the conversation, he discovered the smugglers are from the police. He heard the engine and a some saying "go". Five minutes he will be Muhaemed Jinjaweed and the murder of 300 people in Darfur as the British press reported.





    If he had known this end, he would have stayed in his home village of Damrat Al sheikh in Kutum.



    They crossed the river with a liner with their truck on board. The driver knew nothing. When he has a rest at the gas station, he came back and he was taken by surprise to discover that there were men in the truck. When the street was less busy, he ordered them to drop down and escape. It was cold morning. They went to bath to begin a new journey. Unluckily, they were pursued by the police. They got in without struggle. They were taken to police station. There they had sandwich and coffee to begin the enquiry with the support of a translator.



    "What's your name" he asked

    "Muhamed", I answered





    "What's your nationality", he asked



    " A Sudanese" he replied



    "Where did you come from", he asked

    "France". Sir

    "Your destination"



    "Britain", he said



    "Why for" the police asked.



    "For economic situations" I replied.

                  

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06-11-2013, 12:34 PM
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Re: Muhamed Jenjaweed from Kutum to Croydon, south London, the fabrica (Re: فدوى الشريف)

    Quote: They showed him the direction to the Immigration Department where he will be cared. They provided him with a map and the number of the bus station. On his way, he met a Darfuri fellow named Mahmoud who had political asylum three year ago. Mahmoud has promised to help him.

    He paid him the fare of the bus. He briefed him about the cases in which could have political asylum.

    "Since you are from Arab tribe, your application will not be accepted" he told him. " I belong to the Darfuri tribe and claimed that tribe was attacked by the government supported by the Jinjaweed militias" he added.





    He advised him to fabricate similar story. To claim for example hat he is a Jinjaweed and that he participated in the attack against non Arab tribes and killed 300 people and that the government threatened to kill him, therefore he fled to Libya and infiltrated into Britain through Italy and France.



    " I'm not involved in the attack and I don't know how to use a gun", said Muhamed laughing.



    " This is the best way to have political asylum. My village hasn't been attacked but I claimed to have the residence', he said.



    Mahmnoud has contacted with fellows in Oxford camp to receive Muhamed and care about him. Initially, they registered the personal data and gave him a room. There, he met with Marian and her girl child. She advised him to remember the story so that the authorities shouldn't feel doubtful about his application.

    In the morning, he met Mariam again and had breakfast with her. He was to meet the committee



    Journalists and TV camera were awaiting him. He told them about the fabricated story. Finally, he was taken to a flat in Birmingham where he had spent three days men before he came back to the camp.



    In the camp, he wished he would get a refugee card. There, he met with a young Libyan man.

    "What have you done, Muhamed Jinjaweed !", he wondered.



    Muhamed turned to him astonishingly.



    "We have seen your story on the satellite channels, but your story is not convincing", he said.



    "But it has been cooked by a groups of advisors" he said



    "I fear that they have victimized you to serve their issue and agenda", said Sudanese camper.



    Many African Africans including the Libyan man were given the political asylums. The Libyan national has complained that they have suffered from the Ingza government.



    In collaboration with his friends, Muhamed has organized press conference. From that time he was nicknamed Muhamed Jinjaweed. He was accompanied by Osher, a certified translator serving for ICC. He doesn’t only translate, but he also complete the narration. Muhamed has remembered that Osher, Abdel Rahman and David have tried to bring him representatives of ICC for investigation.



    Three men along with Mariam told him that he would be summoned to Hague. He refused to leave Croydon to see them. He joined school to study English language. He received only 35 pounds from the government per week.

    He spent four years waiting the ruling of the court. The court has accepted his application proved that home office has approved it. Home Department, however, has refused to give him the asylum on the pretext that the authorities don't give political asylums to killers.

    He is not a killer. The whole story was fabricated by Osher, Abdel Rahman, David and Mariam to sever their issues and support the alleged crisis in Darfur.



    On March 7, 2013, in telephone contact, Muhamed has lashed out against Mahmoud for victimizing him when they advised him to pretend to pretend to be a Jinjaweed and killed many more Darfuris. He asked Muhamed if he is ready to have interview, but he refused and mobile was off.



    He phoned him against asking him to see the journalist, but he rejected the idea. Later he went to school. During the lesson, his phone rang. The teacher gave him 30 seconds to answer the phone.

    " Have you read your story in the Daily Mirror?" asked one of the ex campers.



    "No!", he replied

    "They had sold you down the river", he said

    "How?", he asked

    "Read it . I will call you later". He said



    When he finished his class, he got on the train. He observed something strange. The passengers were gazing at him and at the paper. When he dropped, he bought the paper and was taken by surprise. There were two photographs. One in casual dress and another photo was taken when he was speaking to the journalist. It seemed that someone was hiding. The journalist has written the story about the professional killer. He went to Sudan Embassy. There, he met two representatives who promised him if he came the day after.



    The next day, he was given emergency visa and a ticket from London to Khartoum via Cairo.



    " You can leave today, if you like" said the diplomat.



    "Right now", he said.



    The diplomat has seen him off in Heathrow airport



    We listened to his story while we were watching the Qatari premiership football match. How tough was the Daily Mirror when it covered the fabricated story and asked the British government to reconsider its stand toward the political asylum seekers especially those who committed human right violations.



    "Do you feel depressed for not fulfilling your dream", I asked him

    " I'm only sad for the years I have spent in Britain. Now I'm 27 years old", he replied.



    Muhamed has hugged his mother and grandmothers who lamented him for long absence. He was warmly shaken by his tribal fellows.

    "This is Mustafa", they said.



    Muhamed, his son Mustafa and others began weeping sorrowfully.



    "Will you return back to UK?" I asked him.



    " I will never return even if they have given me diplomatic passport. I will prepare my things in Khartoum to return to Damrat Al Sheikh, Kutum. I will never live in a flat or concrete house. I have comfort in spacious house with a fence, cattle and farming", he said.

    " You are welcome with us" he said

    "Would give us asylum" , I said jokingly.



    "You are welcome fellow citizen, but I advised you not to leave your home country whatever the situations" he concluded

                  

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