Badreia Ali, a story ending in Revolution

Following elBoazizi, Badreia Ali burnt her self to death , “Al khalifa killed my mother”, said her son

Take me, if I come back someday a scarf for your fringe
Cover my bones with herb baptized from your pure heels
And tighten my hands‪ with a tuft of hair, with a thread waving at the tail of your dress ‪ .. ‬
Put me, if I come back, a fuel in the fire of your kiln
A clothesline on the roof of your house
Because I miss the stand on your daytime prayer
Mahmoud Darwish [An Arab Poet]

Bahrain Mirror (Exclusive): Ahmed did not know that he would be the fuel to his mother’s stove in every sense. He was the fire his mother set herself to on the roof of their house whose sanctity was violated by the tyrants.

That fire started to burn Badriya’s heart, since her son Ahmed had been arrested in April 2011, Badriya was no longer that woman, and her soul has completely departed our world.

The Ominous April
On the third day of that ominous April, the young man Mohammed Tarif, turned to his friend’s house Ahmed Mushaima when he was chased by the repressive authorities – The intelligence services discovered it. Badriya had an appointment with visitors of the dawn “Sanabis neighborhood filled with mercenaries from beginning to end” A witness said.

According to the pattern described by Mr. Bassiouni in his report about Bahrain, heavily armed masked men stormed Mushaima’s house, broke down the door, and headed to the hall, grabbed Ahmed’s head and kept thumping it to the wall, and the air conditioner. They did the same thing with his friend. Badriya and her daughter came out afraid; mercenaries took Ahmed and went to his mother.

In front of Bardiya, the mercenaries took a plank that had nails protruding from it, and hit Ahmed. The face of her sonwas soaked in blood, the more he cried and told them I did not do anything the more they beat him. Ahmed fled from their hands to his mother’s lap! But Mercenaries pulled him and yelled at his mother and sister. “Leave him or we arrest you too. We arrest women as well” They raised their arms and shouted at Badriya. “You shelter terrorists! Don’t speak, don’t or defend him.”

It was hard for Badriya…
At a distance of 10 houses, Badriya screams were heard. The mercenaries wreaked havoc in the house (in their own systematic way) scattered and smashed the furniture, and before they got out they wrote on the wall “long live Khalifa.”

It was hard for Badriya that her son sought her lap shelter, but did not protect him. Like other thousands of mothers, she slapped on her head, and sobbed into tears. But she was not to bear that. She was crying throughout the week non-stop. Suddenly she stopped speaking! She remained like that for days. She locked away her tears and talk. Her neighbors came to visit her, but she no longer recognized them, “Everyone in the neighborhood knew her, she was very social, and a permanent attendee at the funerals,” says her daughter Zahra.

Days later, the news came that several detainees fell as martyrs in the jails. “My mother was about to die when she heard it”. Fear and anxiety took control of Badriya’s heart. She suffered a severe psychological disorder that impacted on her cognition.

“She has become obsessed, she walks the street, stands suddenly, and then back down, as if she doesn’t know the way, or doesn’t know where to go” one of her neighbors said painfully. During that period a grandson was born for the family. She did not have any expression or reaction, her feelings completely froze, only a broken heart.. She would lower her head and drift away; her mind was with Ahmed, “What on earth did they do with him?” …more