Hiding S*ddam Hussein (2023)

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It's not easy.

To hide a person.

It's as if

You will be placed in a chair.

Your hands are tied,

You are blindfolded.

You get a rope around your neck,

and it is attached to a tree.

That which takes your life,

is not that you will be hanged, -

-but that you will be abandoned.

So...

Are you taking your own life?

Why?

Or are you waiting for someone to save you?

Imagine if no one comes.

What do you do then?

I lived like that for 235 days.

When the President of Iraq

S*ddam Hussein was my guest.

Here you see a brief glimpse of

The hole where S*ddam Hussein was found.

This is S*ddam underneath

today's medical examination.

Death to S*ddam!

S*ddam Hussein and his sons

must leave Iraq within 48 hours.

HE hid S*ddam HUSSEIN

SCREEN MEDIA Borge Johnsen

My father gave me the name Alaa.

And he found a wife for me.

We lived off what the earth gave us.

My father taught me to fish.

And he taught me

How to hide while hunting.

I felt like a big boy.

Who started school.

Who understands that he is an Iraqi.

We followed the news.

While the Americans took Baghdad.

Everyone was scared.

It's early in the morning.

Someone wakes me up.

"Wake up, we have to hurry."

It was my older brother Qais.

I saw in his eyes that he was scared.

I asked what happened.

He said we had guests.

I asked who it was.

He said, "Come, you will

"You'll understand it when you see it."

I stayed with him.

It is about 700 meters

between my house and my brother's.

None of us said anything.

On the way to him.

Because my brother was silent.

When I opened the gate,

I saw three men in the courtyard.

They were dressed in civilian clothes.

With weapons in their belts.

I asked my brother, "Who are they?"

He said, "Go up to the second floor,

"Then you will know."

I went up to the second floor.

When I open the door,

The president is standing in front of me.

My heart is pounding,

and I get a little scared.

"Do you recognize me?"

I replied, "Yes, I do."

He stretched out his hand.

He said:

"Your brother has told me about you."

"That you are a good hunter

who knows the terrain here well."

I couldn't control myself.

I cried.

He patted me on the shoulder.

And encouraged me.

He said, "The Americans are approaching,

Do you know of a place we can hide?"

At that moment

It didn't occur to me...

-that 150,000 soldiers

were looking for him.

Al-Door er

a small town on the Tigris River.

He sent off

two of his bodyguards.

The third guard sat in the back

together with my brother.

When we arrived,

My brother drove the car back.

We went into the forest.

I brought blankets.

And a mattress he could sit on.

I made a bed under a tree

so he was not visible from the air.

He said, "Sit down with me."

I sat down.

He said, "You know

"Why did I come to you?"

I said, "No, sir."

"When I fell asleep out on the road,

I dreamed that someone asked me to...

-"to go to Al-Door"

and the Namuqi family."

As he says this, I think:

"Is this possible?"

What is going to happen?"

I was scared.

I made up his bed.

He lay down.

He fell asleep immediately.

I thought, "How

"Is it possible to fall asleep so quickly?"

With everything happening around us,

with the Americans.

He sleeps as if

nothing had happened.

I was standing 100 meters away.

To keep watch.

I couldn't believe it was true.

That this was S*ddam Hussein.

Who?

It was unbelievable.

He woke up at 6:00 AM.

My brother picked us up in his car.

We went to my brother's house.

And ate breakfast.

S*ddam's people came back with a car.

He thanked us and said, "I'm leaving."

He got in the car, and they left.

I couldn't sleep.

Imagine if the Americans found out

that S*ddam Hussein has been with me.

What is going to happen?

But at the same time, -

-imagine if S*ddam Hussein doesn't want

that someone should know about my house?

I was very nervous.

I was thinking about

my family and my children.

I had the feeling

that something was going to happen, -

-and my gut feeling was right.

Because the morning after

my older brother Qais returned.

He said that the president

come back before sunrise.

The problem was that we

didn't know what he was thinking.

We knew nothing about him, -

-what he was really thinking,

and why he came back.

In our Arab culture

We never ask a guest...

-about how long he will stay.

And if the guest is S*ddam Hussein...

My brother came in the afternoon.

He said, "The Americans

have taken the city."

We could hear the helicopters.

Which circled over the city.

I run to the president:

"The Americans have come to town."

We quickly gathered his things.

And got us in the car.

He asked, "Where are we going?"

I replied: "Against the Americans."

Because it is

the only way to the Tigris.

I asked him to

to put on some glasses.

I asked him to play sick,

so I could say he was my sick father.

To be honest,

when we came to the Americans, -

-I was scared and my heart was pounding-

-while we were driving slowly.

I thought that

This was my last hour.

We could have been

k*lled right then and there.

The soldiers looked into the car.

They saw me.

And an old man with glasses.

They waved us on.

We drove towards the Tigris.

It was

a very difficult situation.

It was the first time

we were so close to the Americans.

Then we went into the forest.

We sat down under a tree.

I made sure the planes

couldn't see us from the air.

He shouted at me:

"Come, sit with me."

I was scared.

Naturally enough in this situation.

I sat down.

He said:

"You know I'm a b*mb, right?"

I replied, "Yes, sir. I know that."

He said, "If I explode,

"I will k*ll you and your family."

"I know," I replied.

I said, "You were the one who chose us."

"What happens, happens."

In reality So I had no choice.

S*ddam is sitting here, next to me, -

-and the Americans are looking for him.

What can I do?

I had no choice.

I had to do it.

Every day we heard that someone had

been caught, bodyguards, supporters.

We heard that the Americans

collected intelligence.

For the Americans

was to capture S*ddam Hussein, -

-they had to find those

who were close to him.

The Americans had information

that his main supporters-

-var in Tikrit, Al-Awja

and the surrounding areas.

But S*ddam was on the other side.

Al-Door is on

the other side of the river.

They must have driven at least 50 km around

to get a hold of us.

In May there was no one in the world

who knew where S*ddam was-

-with the exception of seven people.

Some of my brothers

and some of his bodyguards.

I saw that he was thinking and writing.

He sat alone a lot.

We lived like this for ten days.

Then we decided to go back.

The first 15 meters of the road

was muddy.

I said, "Lord, you're not coming

"Over here, jump on my back."

I bent down,

and he climbed onto my back.

It wasn't easy to carry him,

it was very heavy.

When we came over, he laughed.

When we returned from the island, -

-we saw the Americans.

We had to hide.

Because the soldiers were approaching.

They were approaching.

They are only ten meters from us.

I saw that he got

an intense expression in the eyes.

The Americans could not pass

without us doing anything.

He raised his weapon against them.

To sh**t.

I grabbed his arm without thinking.

And lowered his weapon.

He looked at me with a threatening look.

The American soldiers

passes us and disappears.

S*ddam is going back and forth.

I ask myself:

"What have I done?"

How could I do this?

Against him? I was starting to get scared.

I asked myself:

"Do you know who S*ddam Hussein is?"

The president is a mythical figure.

No one can know

what he feels or thinks.

When he meets a person

for the first time, -

-he looks them straight in the eye.

He reads you like an open book.

He knows what you're going to think,

even in a hundred years.

He never took any chances.

You could never know.

When S*ddam took up his weapon.

Therefore, we lived

in fear and were afraid.

I lived with him, -

-and couldn't put a question mark

by something he decided on.

We were never told

that he was a dictator, -

-k*lled Kurds with chemical weapons

and persecuted Shia Muslims.

That news never reached us.

We lived a simple life

in a small place, -

-with limited access to media.

We only had one TV channel.

We just found out

that the president was perfect.

He lived in palaces

and lived a life of luxury.

He had the army and the bodyguards.

But all this is in the past.

Now he lives with a farmer

on a small farm, -

-while 150,000 American soldiers

looking for him.

It seemed unbearable to him.

To live this way.

American soldiers

could take us at any time.

I thought a lot about what we didn't know

how long he was going to stay.

S*ddam himself didn't even know what

What would happen if he were to leave?

I felt insecure and thought a lot.

What is going to happen?

What if he gets caught at my house?

I thought about my family,

my brothers.

We tried to be careful

so we weren't seen.

Because my relatives

operated the neighboring farms.

Me and my uncles

cultivated the land together.

We sat together,

We had a lot in common.

Should we hide S*ddam from

The Americans? From my relatives?

It is easy to spot a stranger, -

-because everyone knows everyone,

and what they own.

I suggested to him

that we stayed on the farm.

It's getting heavy. The temperature

is rising, It's getting warmer.

He agreed.

"Let's look at the farm."

I also suggested that we could

arrange something for crisis situations.

Like a hole.

- Come on.

- Move in!

Come out!

Get out of the way!

There's one over here.

Out!

When the Americans stormed a farm,

or anywhere, -

-lighten them up

the usual hiding places.

We've seen how they work.

S*ddam asked where I wanted to dig.

I said, "Right inside the gate."

I built a wall of palm leaves

front and side of the yard.

I started digging

in the shape of the letter T.

Because I wanted it to endure.

A Hummer or a tank.

I used bricks and wood.

I didn't use anything metal.

I placed a plastic breathing tube

under a palm tree.

Then I placed a fan against

another pipe that went up to the roof.

Because the times we saw

Americans are looking for someone, -

-they had dogs with them everywhere.

That's why I thought about all this.

I built the hatch to the hole

into the flower bed.

I used a Styrofoam box, -

-buried it down

and planted some flowers in it.

Same type

as in the rest of the flower bed.

Because American

soldiers don't will

believe that the hatch

is in the flower bed.

I said, "Let's try it."

I went in, and he followed.

I asked my brothers

to close the hatch properly.

We sat there for 5-10 minutes for

to check that the ventilation is working.

The hole was

the first part of the plan.

The next part of the plan

was to turn S*ddam into a peasant.

We collected some animals,

cows, sheep, chickens.

We made a kitchen.

We got a stove.

And kitchen utensils.

We made a room for him.

The president was a little calmer,

more satisfied.

He asked me to

to pick up Muhammad Ibrahim.

There is Muhammad Ibrahim

a close relative of the president.

He was a general

in S*ddam's security forces.

He was the link between

authorities, army and intelligence.

An important figure in the resistance

movement who knows where the money is.

Muhammad Ibrahim was everything.

Men Muhammad Ibrahim

had a problem.

During the presidency

last TV appearance, in Adhamiyaha, -

-he stood on the roof of the car

together with the president.

They talked for about an hour.

They talked about how to collect

forces for the resistance movement.

How they should

finance the resistance movement.

At the end of June, the president began

to receive good news.

The resistance against the Americans

had been strengthened.

And Muhammad Ibrahim

began to rebuild the army.

The days became calmer.

But at the beginning of July

All hell broke loose.

I hereby promise

a $25 million bounty-

-for information leading to

the capture of S*ddam Hussein, -

-and 15 million dollars for information

which leads to the arrest of the sons.

This 25 million dollars

changed everything.

Previously we had only been afraid

for American soldiers,

-but now we were afraid of all of Iraq.

We didn't trust anyone,

not even the closest ones.

We are farmers

with our own traditions.

We can take care of our guests,

Give them respect and security.

I didn't even imagine

the idea of selling him.

It never occurred to me.

We were interested in finding out how

we were supposed to hide and defend him.

Are you giving me the choice between

S*ddam Hussein and the Americans, -

-then I choose S*ddam Hussein.

I agree with him that we must

defend ourselves against the Americans.

We have no choice,

We must fight the Americans.

Since then, Iraq has become hell.

One day when we had sat down, -

-one of my brothers came running.

"The Americans are coming towards us!"

We saw them coming from the Tigris River

and up the main road.

We got S*ddam down in the hole quickly.

And the entrance cover.

- It looks fine.

- Sure.

We served them cookies and Pepsi.

We welcomed them. and asked

if they wanted to stay for dinner.

We managed to divert them.

After they had left,

We opened the hatch to the hole.

We told the president that we

had had the Americans as guests.

He laughed with us.

He asked me to slaughter

and prepare a sheep.

I said, "What's going on, President?"

You look happy."

"Today I have a visitor."

"I am happy because

"I get to see my children today."

He hadn't seen them.

Since the fall of Baghdad.

The sons came together with

Muhammad Ibrahim.

They hugged, they cried.

I cried with them.

They had not imagined that Their

father lived in such miserable conditions.

The president asked me to serve the food.

I said he had made it,

so he should serve it too.

They have it.

I served the food.

They talked about

the resistance movement.

He told his sons

what he had done.

When the visit was over, He was

standing by the kitchen in the backyard.

He looked very sad.

He said, "I believe

I'll never see them again."

I asked why,

He was so happy to meet them.

He said, "I know this

"That was the last time I saw them."

Sergeant,

We are 500 meters north of the target.

Make sure the rockets

hits the building.

On July 22nd I left

to visit a friend.

I saw on TV that

Uday and Qusay had been k*lled.

They showed pictures of them on the screen.

I went out of the house.

The feelings and thoughts, I didn't know

How should I tell him?

It's not easy to tell him.

That the sons have been k*lled.

I went back to the farm.

When I arrived, he wasn't there.

I asked my brothers where he was.

They said that Muhammad Ibrahim

and his brother had picked him up.

I was alone.

I finally came back.

To my family and my children.

I had three children.

And another one on the way.

My family knew I had

a guest, but not who it was.

I never forgot what the president said

that he was a ticking b*mb.

It's true,

He is a ticking time b*mb.

When I saw the children sleeping, I thought

I wondered what the future would bring.

Their future is uncertain,

because I could be k*lled at any time.

And they knew nothing about this.

It was hard when I saw them sleeping,

when they talked to me and smiled.

But my thoughts

just kept spinning.

Because I was thinking about the future.

What is going to happen?

He returned to the farm

after five days.

We hugged each other,

and I condoled.

He cried.

When I saw him cry,

I also started crying.

He said, "Since my sons are dead,

"You are now my son."

S*ddam went to his relatives

several times.

But no one was able to take care of him.

Because 150,000 American soldiers

were looking for him.

No one could let him in,

not even for one night.

He knew that

no one would let him in.

None in all of Iraq.

He sat and mourned for three days.

He sat and thought.

When he returned, he decided

He decided to stay on the farm with us.

I said, "Lord,

"You're one of us, you can live here."

He looked very tired.

I didn't think he would make it.

To continue after the loss of their sons.

But he did.

He asked me to record a speech.

He wanted to show the Americans

that he was still alive.

He wanted to stir up the fight, -

-and he fought against the Americans.

When the speech is released,

They might want to analyze the sounds.

Maybe it was raised on a farm?

Maybe in a city or a desert?

We even thought about the insect sounds.

We started. I started the tape

before he started talking.

When he finished his speech,

I said he could listen to it.

I rewinded.

He was satisfied.

He thought it was a brilliant idea.

When you heard his speech,

Did you hear cars and honking?

It is believed to have been taken up in

an office building or an apartment.

That means he is in a city,

not in the countryside.

Correspondence from June 14, 2003.

I've heard what the Iraqis

says or whispers.

Why we didn't hear

S*ddam Hussein's voice for a long time?

Everyone out!

Calm down, clap again!

Come on!

- Get up!

- Speed up!

Outside, come on.

Come on! Now!

There were some intense battles.

Why? Please.

On the one hand, the Americans were

even more determined to find S*ddam.

The hunt began, and

they searched everywhere.

This hunt left

even greater pressure on us.

I made a suggestion to him.

Let's get out of here.

Hamrinfjellet is a large area.

It was difficult to survive there.

It was extremely hot.

We became closer, as friends.

I could discuss with him.

And make suggestions.

It became completely normal.

I asked him

What did the Americans want with Iraq?

Why have they invaded?

And destroyed the country?

He said:

"They want the oil first and foremost."

"In addition, they have said that

"I have weapons of mass destruction."

"The Americans

"I know we don't have it."

"The target was the oil,

and the invasion was already decided."

His blood pressure went up and down a lot.

It was extremely hot,

and we had been here for two weeks.

We went back to the farm.

I went to Baghdad hospital.

I asked to learn

to measure blood pressure, -

-inject syringes

and general first aid.

I had to learn it.

Where would we go if he got sick?

I saw him washing himself.

In the bathtub I had filled for him.

He washed himself.

With soap and a scrub.

I walked towards him.

I said, "Can I wash your back?"

"It hasn't been washed in a long time."

He gave me the scrub.

I start scrubbing his back.

While he sits in the water.

When I touch him,

I feel like he's one of us.

I finished.

By washing him.

He said, "Swap places with me."

"I want to wash your back too."

I said, "That's not necessary."

He said, "No, you have to take my place."

He washes and scrubs my back.

It was very special.

He looked upon us as his children,

his friends. We were all he had.

We also felt like he was one of us.

He asked me to get the cigars.

He started smoking again.

Everything started to fall into place.

The situation was good.

He was happy because

He kept getting good news.

He waits for to live this way.

When you saw him, you didn't think that

he had lived in the presidential palace.

I gave the president a newspaper, and there

was a picture of him on the front page.

It said that whoever found him,

would receive $25 million.

It was a fun conversation.

Between us.

He laughed and asked:

"Are you going to sell me?"

I replied, "President, I

"I'll wait a bit until the price goes up."

We had a close and good relationship.

I came up with a suggestion.

If he wanted to get married,

find a wife, it was fine for us.

In Arab culture

You can't live without a woman.

The problem is how

you find a wife-

-to someone who is being hunted

of 150,000 American soldiers.

It's not easy.

To be honest, I am

S*ddam Hussein's personal games.

I am S*ddam Hussein's hairdresser.

I'm his bodyguard.

I am S*ddam Hussein's private driver.

S*ddam Hussein's chef, that's me.

He couldn't do it.

Anything without me.

The president asked me to pick up

Muhammad Ibrahim, so I did it.

S*ddam sat down with him.

He wanted to get in touch

with the leader of the resistance movement.

He worked more intensively with to manage

the resistance against the Americans.

He spent all his time

on planning.

He wrote letters all the time.

He was happy and content, he felt that they

were on their way to winning the match.

The Iraqis felt that the Americans

hadn't done anything for them.

What is going to happen to Iraq?

Where is S*ddam?

People were furious.

He decided

to form a new government.

It was difficult for the Americans

to show off in the streets.

They stayed in their bases.

The fight against the Americans

increased in strength.

Come in!

Watch out!

I had expectations that he would

would quickly return to power.

When it happened,

I was to be his right hand.

It will be October.

The Americans understood that

If this pressure continues,

-had the American soldiers

capitulate.

That was why

they started with bribes.

To obtain intelligence information

about the resistance movement, etc.

American soldiers

hunted wildly for S*ddam Hussein.

They were everywhere.

Come out!

Why don't you k*ll us?

Turn off the cameras.

Many were arrested, they stormed houses.

- What is your name?

- Suhaib.

They were everywhere.

I became scared and worried.

One of Muhammad Ibrahim's brothers

was taken.

He was tortured.

The Americans would

that he should keep quiet about S*ddam.

But he didn't know where S*ddam was.

I was thinking about

how Muhammad Ibrahim-

-was seen together with

S*ddam Hussein in the latest video.

I suggested

that he would be replaced.

This is Muhammad Ibrahim,

S*ddam said, "Don't come here again."

He was of course upset, but he

respected the president's decision.

November came, it got colder.

It started to rain.

The kitchen and the bedroom

was not built for winter.

The kitchen ceiling was made of

corrugated iron. When it rains, it leaks.

When winter came,

It became difficult to live there.

In mid-November

Muhammad Ibrahim came to the farm.

I saw that he was stressed.

He brought a letter with him.

He asked me where the president was.

I said he was in his room.

After a few minutes-

-I heard them raise their voices

and the atmosphere was tense.

I was shocked. It was the first time

I heard the president shout.

Muhammad Ibrahim too.

I was shocked.

They continued like that for 15 minutes.

Muhammad Ibrahim came towards me.

He was upset.

He said: "This has been

going on for a very long time."

"We've been living like this for a year."

"Make him sign."

I asked what happened then.

He replied, "If he signs,

"We'll be back in power tomorrow."

This was

something I would also like.

I was hoping everything would be okay.

So we were done with this.

I have no influence on this.

I asked him to calm down.

"You can try again."

when the president calms down."

He said, "No, I can't

talk to the president more."

I said, "Listen, my brother.

I am not a politician."

"You know the president is my guest."

"You know I'm a farmer."

"My job is to hide him

from the Americans."

"I know nothing about politics.

I can't say this."

He stood with me.

For at least 15 minutes.

Then he got in the car and disappeared.

Later we went to the Tigris River.

I saw him burn the letter.

And throw the ashes into the river.

He said: "In this letter they want that

"I'm going to negotiate to give them Iraq."

"I would rather die

before I give Iraq to the Americans."

After the president received the letter,

He changed a lot.

I saw that he was very worried.

He was always angry.

He always wanted to be alone.

He always withdrew

back to his room, alone.

He let his beard grow and cared

no longer about appearance.

We could barely talk to him.

That's why we tried

to keep us in the background.

He asked me to come to him,

and I came.

"What can I do for you?"

He said, "I want

"You'll find a new place."

I said, "What's going on?"

"We need to find a new place quickly."

A lot has changed.

At the beginning of December.

It's me.

We saw that it was

Lots of military activity in the area.

Helicopters in the air,

a lot of military movement on the ground.

We understood that something was wrong.

In the afternoon

I went to see my family.

My son was sick.

And had been to the hospital.

I didn't have

had time to visit him.

I met my son and my family

for just five minutes.

After sunset I left

back to the president on the farm.

As I got closer to him, -

-I saw that he was angry and he shouted:

"Why are you so late?"

"Don't you understand?

The seriousness of the situation?"

He knows very well

What I've been through.

I haven't slept well.

In eight months.

My head was constantly working,

I could be k*lled at any time.

I kept the Americans away.

I thought about all this.

I am also a human being.

Who has feelings.

He stood close to me and said:

"Don't be sad."

I said, "Lord, don't think about it,

"It'll be okay."

"I'll cook you a meal," he said.

I replied, "No, thank you."

I don't want any food."

But he said:

"No, I'll cook for you."

At the same time we heard

some sounds from heaven.

I walked out of the kitchen.

And looked up at the sky.

I saw satellites in the sky.

"Let's go."

While we were talking,

My brother came running.

He said, "The lights from the Lobsters

coming closer to your area."

When I opened the door,

It was American lobsters everywhere.

There were helicopters in the sky.

I realized that we had

been surrounded without us noticing.

I locked the back door.

And went back to the president.

I said, "The area is surrounded."

I said:

"You have to hurry down the hole."

While I was closing the hatch...

I saw the laser dots.

From the soldiers' weapons on my chest.

They shouted something in English.

Which I didn't understand.

They put me on the ground, put on handcuffs

and tore my clothes off.

They brought an Iraqi

interpreter with them.

They immediately asked:

"Where is S*ddam? Where is the hole?"

When I heard them say "hole", -

-I knew that someone

had given them that information.

The captain repeated, "Where is the hole?"

I said, "I don't know."

"We have nothing!"

"We are a family of farmers

with sheep and cows we have to look after."

"Where is the hole? Where is S*ddam?"

They hit me in the head.

With the butt of the weapon.

They pulled a black hood

over my head and laced it up again.

Where is S*ddam?

The hood was filled with blood.

I started to lose consciousness.

The same thing again: "Where is the hole?"

I said, "We have a hole."

The captain said, "Show us the way."

I answered yes.

I went first,

and we went into the forest.

The word "hole"

can mean several things to us.

There was a place in the forest

with a slope.

In our language

We can also call this a hole.

When we arrived, they asked:

Where is the hole? Here, I said.

Where is S*ddam? Here?

The captain said, "Are you kidding us?"

I said, "Here's the hole."

As soon as I said it,

They started beating me again.

Where is S*ddam?

They brought two large dogs with them.

Tell the truth, you as*h*le!

I felt the teeth

penetrate the skin.

One up and one in the leg

who pulled in different directions.

The captain told the dogs to stop.

He said:

"Take us back to where we came from."

The Americans were also afraid.

They believed that many of

S*ddam's bodyguards could be here.

We came back

to outside the kitchen.

They said, "You are lying to us."

Then they started beating me again.

Again they pulled a hood over

my head and pulled it tight again.

They saw that I couldn't breathe,

then they opened the hood again.

Find a shovel and start digging.

He must be here somewhere.

I saw that American soldiers

started digging everywhere.

When I saw it, I realized

that they knew about this place.

The captain speaks as they dig:

"Why don't you tell the truth?"

I replied, "What truth?

You are in the wrong place."

"There are several similar farms

nearby."

He replied, "No!"

"You have the hole,

and you have S*ddam Hussein."

I said:

These are your words, you are wrong.

They place me against the wall,

The hole is behind me.

I heard someone say "Alaa, Alaa!"

It came from the side.

I lift my head and turn around, -

-and there I see Muhammad Ibrahim!

When I saw him,

I realized it was over.

I thought that

Now I will be k*lled immediately.

He said:

"My brother Alaa, where is uncle?"

I answered without thinking:

"This morning your brother Salwan took

him to Samarra."

The captain said, "Where in Samarra?"

I said, "I don't know."

"Muhammad Ibrahim's brother took him

to Samarra. I don't know where."

Where is S*ddam?

The captain took a shovel

and gave it to Muhammad Ibrahim.

Everyone is looking at Muhammad Ibrahim

to see what happens.

After the first sod

The hatch begins to shake.

Get out of the way! Dig!

"S*ddam! S*ddam!"

while they open the hatch.

"Who's down there?"

The interpreter also shouts.

He replied immediately:

"I am S*ddam Hussein."

Immediately

They throw smoke bombs down the hole.

The president can't breathe.

Because of all the smoke.

I saw him choking.

He couldn't breathe,

he needed air.

They dragged him out immediately.

After he was able to catch his breath...

Ladies and gentlemen, we got him!

Here you see a brief glimpse of

The hole where S*ddam Hussein was found.

This is S*ddam underneath

today's medical examination.

Death to S*ddam!

Abu Ghraib is a large prison.

Some parts are secret,

no one knows about them.

The other day they took me

out of the cell and into the hallway.

I don't remember if we were

three or four, but there were more.

They took off our handcuffs.

And dressed us naked.

We had nothing on us,

just the caps over their heads.

They made fun of us and played with us.

Us, as if we were not human.

It was inhumane treatment,

even an animal is treated better.

At the same time, they tortured us

in the worst possible way.

After a while

this place was discovered.

Committee members, lately

there has been much discussion-

-about who is responsible

for the atrocities at Abu Ghraib.

What happened to

the Iraqi prisoners, was cruel.

After a while, I was questioned again.

They understood that I was

a farmer who knew nothing.

After seven months they decided

to set me free.

When I got home...

I never thought I would see

my family again, my mother and father.

I am responsible for what I say,

towards God and the constitution.

What has happened is behind us.

I hope that we

have learned something from the past.

Someone might be looking at the president

S*ddam Hussein as a dictator, -

-but I lived with him for 235 days

and sees him as a friend.