“When it got dark, we decided to withdraw and meet again the next day. Some of us decided to spend the day in the house of friends in the camp; a comrade of mine and I decided to leave the camp. We hadn’t heard about what was happening. We didn’t know that the Lebanese Forces were killing the residents with bullets and axes and knives. We were naturally walking cautiously, scouting the place and then moving on our way, noiselessly. On our way back we met a Fatah fighter who told us that he had seen the Lebanese Forces invade the Abu Yasir shelter in the Horsh Tabet neighborhood. It was the first time that we heard that the Lebanese Forces had entered the camp. He said, ‘We have to get the people out of the shelters and lead them calmly out of the camp.’ He assigned each of us a shelter and told us how to behave, and the way out. We carried out his instructions, and we were able to get hundreds of residents safely out of the shelters and to lead them out of the camp. But despite what this fighter told us, none of us realized what was happening. I mean, when we put our heads on our pillows on the night of Thursday to Friday we knew that the camp was under siege, and that Israel was lighting up the sky of the area with illuminating flares to make it easier for the Lebanese Forces to go in, and that the Forces were carrying out the task of inflicting harm on the residents for Israel, killing some of them and capturing others. But none of us imagined at all that we were facing a massacre of that magnitude, or that the Phalange and the men of Saad Haddad were going into the houses and killing the people with axes and knives and raping the girls, and destroying the houses with bulldozers, bringing them down on top of the people who lived in them. We had never known anything of that magnitude before, we hadn’t heard of anything like it, so we didn’t conceive of it. It wasn’t possible for us to conceive of it.
“On the morning of the next day the area was completely surrounded. We failed to get in, despite repeated attempts. I did not witness what happened in Acre Hospital nor in Gaza Hospital. You said that you want my statement as an eyewitness; what I saw ends with the night of Thursday to Friday.
“Afterward many people told me what they saw during the three days. I was asking and listening, determined to know what happened in Acre Hospital moment by moment because my father was in the hospital. We don’t know what happened to him; he was considered to be among the kidnapped. I examined all the details in order to learn my father’s fate. It was also because I wanted to give the details to my brothers, because they were working outside of Lebanon and I was the only one still living through the situation. I felt that I was responsible for learning what happened and telling them. If you like, I’ll tell you, and if you like I’ll give you a copy of the report I sent to my brothers, to Hasan in Cairo and to Sadiq in Abu Dhabi.”
At the time I did not look at this report. But when I wanted to put the tape of the interview back in its plastic box, I found in the box three sheets of foolscap folded several times.
30
The Report
Abed wrote:
Dear Sadiq and Hasan,
This is the picture I have been able to put together, piece by piece, of what happened in Acre Hospital on Friday, the seventeenth of September.
Beginning at five in the morning on Friday, calls were heard over loudspeakers, coming from the Israelis that were surrounding the camps: “Surrender and you’ll be safe. Everyone must return to their houses and put any weapons they have in front of the houses. Surrender and you’ll be safe.” The calls caused turmoil among the residents, and hundreds of them had sought refuge in the hospital for protection the previous night. Some thought that leaving the place was the only guarantee of safety, and others that staying in the hospital was safer. There were those who calmed the others and reassured them, denying the talk that was circulating about a massacre and considering it a rumor, despite the arrival of a woman shouting and crying and confirming that there was a massacre, and that the killers were on their way to the hospital to kill the people. In short the witnesses all agree that between five and seven in the morning a state of terror, turmoil, and chaos reigned. Then the residents began to leave the hospital, gradually.
Between eight and nine in the morning a meeting was held for the employees of the hospital — doctors and nurses and administrative workers. Here, also, opinion was divided between those who said it was necessary to go and those who advocated staying, because moving the sick would not be easy, and because there was a greater possibility of their being hunted down outside the hospital. They decided to stay. At the same meeting they discussed evacuating the children but the director of the hospital said he opposed the idea.
After the meeting the two nurses from the night shift went away to sleep; two nurses remained in the emergency ward, two European nurses stayed to take care of the children and the crippled, there were two nurses on the ground floor, and one or two on the upper floor.
Two things happened right after the meeting: a woman who worked in the hospital went out to buy a pack of cigarettes for one of the doctors and was hit by a sniper’s bullet, and died. And Urabi, a young Egyptian who worked in radiology, went out to bring in one of the hospital cars so it wouldn’t be hit by a missile. He crossed to the gas station in front of the hospital. (Maybe Urabi went out for another reason. Someone suggested the possibility that he was maybe trying to flee, but I think that’s unlikely, because his wife was a nurse in the hospital and she was there that day.) Then the nurses looking out the window saw someone stretched out on the ground and suspected it could be Urabi. A lady arrived at the hospital driving a Renault car, and they got her permission to use her car to cross to the other side of the street to the gas station, to save the person lying there if he was still alive. (There was sniping and gunfire.) An Egyptian woman who worked in the kitchen drove the car and two European nurses went with her, Ann the Norwegian and Erica the Frenchwoman, crouched in the back seat so that their heads would not appear in the window. The Egyptian worker drove the car fast, protecting it with the buildings, right and then left and then left, until she got to the gas station. It was Urabi stretched out on the ground, lifeless. The three woman together carried him to the car and returned to the hospital with him. He had been hit by bullets and a missile had torn off part of his face. (Hasan, you are in Cairo and maybe the authorities in Egypt have attempted to learn more about the subject. Was anything published about Urabi in the Egyptian papers? There were also two other martyrs, a worker at the fuel station and a hospital cook, who were Egyptians, was anything published about them?) No sooner had my father finished putting Urabi in a shroud than the first of the Lebanese Forces soldiers appeared, followed by the rest. It was eleven o’clock.
After they encircled the area, the Israelis had entered the hospital a number of times. They asked about the “saboteurs,” and were told that there were only patients and workers in the hospital. They walked around in the hospital and ate in the cafeteria and left.
The Israelis were not the ones who burst into the hospital on Friday; there were also Lebanese Forces, the Phalange, and Saad Haddad’s men. That’s what some of them said, without mincing words.