This memoir starts from The Flight From Casablanca. Thank you.
A nice investigator named Abdullah quizzed me:
Q: Did you know about the contents of the reels?
A: Kind of. I found no NTSC player in Morocco.
Q: Did you import the reels for sale or for your private use?
A: For my personal use.
Q: Why did you buy these reels?
A: To learn the Principles of Love.
That was all.
I was put behind bars pending a court sentence.
I requested the constables a telephone call but they were not interested.
Then a deputy came and asked me whether I knew Urdu and I said “aye”.
He took me to the lobby where I found a group of Pakistani pilgrims.
They told me in tears about their loss of passports and travel documents.
The police were in big trouble because it was their fault that the Saudi sponsor of the pilgrims ran away with the travel documents.
They begged me to calm the pilgrims down.
I told them they would have to take them to the Pakistani consulate to get some replacement travel documents because the pilgrims refused to be comforted.
The sheriff agreed and the problem was solved.
Their attitude then changed with me. As many times as I requested the damn telephone, they kept bringing it to me.
This is the real meaning of the story of Crucifixion: do good to those who mistreat you to overcome the world.
I contacted my second older brother, Zakir, as he and Hamid are rivals.
After dozens of calls and constant reminders, he brought a personal guarantee from the personnel manager of my employer, Dallah Group, Saudi Arabia’s largest private business.
Hamid started paying me daily visits to take my dirty laundry and bring new one. He also kept paying me money to buy food as the Station’s food was not very edible.
He told me Rafat, my evil boss, thought it was in my best interest to remain locked up till the sentence but he didn’t know Rafat was an evil boss who hated me.
For those who teach us Satan is a lord, can they tell us why Satan failed to tell Hamid that simple fact?
It’s because Satan is a very wicked lord. He never tells his followers his plans… Because he got none.
He just tells each follower what’s in their best interest, maximizing CHAOS. Hence, his name, Prince of Discord.
Thus, on the fourth day, I received a royal bail and saw the light of the day.
Just as on the forth day, God created sun, moon and the stars.
Another of my older brothers, Asim, called us from Dahran and suggested hiring a lawyer. I found a lawyer nearby our residence and he moved quickly and was about to trash the case.
This troubled Hamid and he advised me to find another lawyer. He found another lawyer more to his liking and paid him 40,000 Rials to do nothing and I agreed to fall in his traps.
Some three months later, I was handed a sentence of four months in prison and seventy lashes served twice.
The prosecutor informed me of my right to challenge that sentence but since it already was the lightest possible, an appeal could only result in a harsher sentence and I accepted his advice.
Hamid confirmed from my lawyer that the sentence would not result in deportation and the lawyer lied and said “If a sentence doesn’t specifically contain deportation, then the prisoner is released in the country,” a blatant lie.
On December 4, I received a fax from APS calling me to serve the sentence. It reeked of evil to spoil my last weekend in Saudi Arabia.
Since it reached after hours, I went home, instead, and spent my last weekend among my family.
As soon as I entered the prison, I realized how God had already sent His angels ahead of me to prepare for my advent.
I found a couple friendly prisoners. They told me about the bloody Water Wars between Saudi and African inmates just 2 months ago but after that War, the authorities provided a little more water.
The chamber I was in had 16 more inmates. Their chief told me about his 7 years’ sentence and his desperate attempts to get a relief without least success.
I told him this year, he was going to be released on the occasion of Eid Festivals, despite having 18 months of sentence left.
Next day, we heard in the news about king’s decision to release all prisoners with up to 18 months of sentence.
But he still asked me about himself and I assured him that he was going to be released and find a driver’s job with 2000 Rials salary or more.
He ordered for arrangement of my daily baths and free laundry service.
It was a very bad prison but I spent my sentence as if I were in a hotel.