Torture by Bahraini prince

This video is called The criminal face of Bahrain regime.

By Scott Lucas:

Bahrain 1st-Hand: “I Was Tortured by Prince Nasser” (Parweez)

Sunday, June 3, 2012 at 8:28

Mohammed Hassan Mohammed Jawad, nicknamed “Parweez”, is a long-time Bahraini activist. He was first arrested in 1994 and was also detained for 33 days at the start of 2011, released three week before the mass protests began on 14 February.

Parveez was arrested once more on 22 March, days after Bahraini security forces — backed by a Saudi-led military force — cleared out Pearl Roundabout, the centre of the demonstrations.

Parveez would be harshly interrogated and beaten once more, but this time would be different: on 9 April, his captors were joined by Sheikh Nasser bin Hamad al Khalifa, the eldest son of King Hamad and his second wife.

This is an extract from Parweez’s account in the Bahrain Mirror.

After the dawn prayer, Abdel Wahab Hussein (one of the opposition leaders) called worshippers in a mosque in the village of Nuwaidrat for jihad against injustice. Parweez was the first responder, shouting out for their demands. The shooting of the heavy tear gas by the police disunited the protesters.

Returnig to Sitra, the place of his residence, at eight in the morning, his eyes seemed red as a result of the tear gas. With the spirit of a rebel, he shouted out “We have started!” One replied sarcastically, “You had been repressed!” Parweez replied with confidence, “Be patient and do not hurry. This afternoon there are calls for marches at all villages. This time it’s a revolution”. On the afternoon of 14 February, he was first in Sitra’s march, the “lava” of the bullets by the security strewing blood on his clothes as he tried hard to aid the wounded….

On 22 March 2011, I went to Naim Police Station trying to receive my car, after the call of President of the Bahrain Center for Human Rights, Nabeel Rajab, through Twitter about the need for owners to submit complaints about the loss of their cars in the Pearl Roundabout.

I was arrested at a checkpoint near Naim Police Station, beaten and abused, and then taken to the Police Station, where a special group from the army took me to the Pearl Roundabout.

Everything was gone and demolished: the roundabout and the Pearl Monument, which were full of life for a whole month. Only the war machines were surrounding the place, and only army troops wreaked it heavily with their valor. They asked me furiously, “Where is your car?” I could not tell about its location, I couldn’t figure out the place. “Oh it’s there, oh no, there”, they got annoyed and furious, and then I was savagely beaten.

Revenge on a man in his sixties meant death. At that time, I read the verses and pray edfor forgiveness for them. They took me back to Naim Police Station, and then persons in civilian clothing came and took me to the clinic at the Fortress (a notorious Ministry of Interior building in the centre of the capital Manama).

At the clinic inside the Fortress, I was asked to take off my shirt for the X-rays. The doctor said after examination, “He’s strong like a horse, take him”, implying torturing me with their utmost effort. The door was opened, there was a staircase leading to the basement, the policeman pushed me strongly. I tumbled down and reached the first step, forced to get up quickly.

The Basement has a long and narrow corridor, the level of the ceiling is low to the height of an average person, on both sides of the corridor there are cells for torture, no windows to ventilate the scent of blood or clean the place. A bed made of metal was fixed to one wall of the cell, where I came in.

All senses were numb except for the ears; the voices of the detainees in the corridors penetrate the heart by the ear. In the basement, there is nobody other than the devils playing in your skin and bones, no light, no sleep nothing but torture. They forced us to face the wall while eating, without looking to the right or to the left, and usually we were fed fatty food to ensure that the body is able to bear the torture again. They released the blindfold while eating, while we were handcuffed in a sitting position.

After three days of continuous torture, the interrogator began to try to extract confessions, A thick voice shouted, “Mohammed Hassan Mohammed Jawad.” I answered quickly: “Yes, yes.” I was lying on the bed and my hands were handcuffed at the back. The cell was opened; one officer grabbed my beard while the second dragged me by my hair. Then eight people piled on me, beating and kicking and taking me to the interrogation room.

I heard the interrogator saying quietly “Please sit down. Did you go to the Pearl Roundabout?”

I was interrupted by him, “Fine, and who are the youth of February 14?”

I replied, “400,000 people marched, ask any of them.”

The interrogator: “Which others do you know?”

I replied: I know Hassan Mushaima, Abdul Wahab Hussein, Ibrahim Sharif (all three are well-known political leaders in Bahrain).

His voice rose high: “Who else do you know?”

I said, “I know one named Isa Al Jowder (a Deputy Secretary General of the Haq Movement, who died later in normal conditions) and Ali Rabia (another opposition leader).”

He interrupted: “Do not mention names from our side (Sunnis). I explicitly want names from your side (Shia). Mmm, you don’t seem to be cooperative? Sit back!”

He ordered the police to connect my feet, that were already tied with chains, into another long chain made of iron, pulled me up to the top of the ceiling, hung upside down. My head was down and my feet at the top, my hands behind my back with shackles as I was blindfolded.

I heard the sound of a sparking electric device, I was stroked in the chest and in my feet several times, my body shook from the intensity of the electric shock and jumped in the air –– the iron chains flew with me. Not only I was electrically shocked, but one of the torturers punched me with a heavy blow on my face while the other was trying to strangle me using a rope. The world of death appeared in front of me, I was shouting religious verses and the more they excruciated me, the more I shouted “Allahu Akbar”.

Suddenly the interrogator said, “Bring this heavy weight down.” Moments later, they threw me to the ground.

After long hours of interrogation, I was dragged outside while unconscious, thrown in the corridor with dozens of detainees mounted up over each other. Any of the officers who passed by would kick, spit and insult us, even the Asian worker who cleaned the place participated in the abuse. When they wanted to wake me up, they spilled a bucket of water. This means to get ready to eat a fatty meal, and then leave the dessert (torture) with another interrogator and another series of questions.

This brutality continued until April 9, when I was moved in another torturing room after removing the blindfold covering my eyes. The policeman threatened, “You will see what is waiting for you!”

The room had two chairs connected to electric devices; voltages were controlled by the interrogator. What a terrifying scene! I started reading a few verses from Qur’an. I sat on one of the chairs, my eyes were blindfolded, and a new interrogation session began. The more the answer was not satisfactory, the more the voltage was increased and subsequently the more the degree of electrical shock. My body shivered from such a horror of electricity that was passed to it.

The interrogator asked me: You know who sits on your side?” He continued, “This is Fakhrawi, your friend.” They had just brought him.

He began asking Fakrawi, “Do you have a relationship with Iran?”

Fakhrawi answered, “No, all my relationship with Iran is that I hosted a few clerics in the month of Muharram, in coordination with the Iranian Embassy in Bahrain and nothing else.”

We suddenly shared the suffering, felt the death according to the degree of electric shocks.

Suddenly, Fakhrawi became silent ,and the eclectic shocks stopped on me. One policeman panicky said to the other: “You killed him, you killed him!”

I thought that Fakhrawi had fainted, but months later I knew that he had died as a result of torture. His death broke me down.

Meeting the Prince

I was lying on the ground in the corridor when I was pulled to the torture room again with blindfolded eyes and my hands behind my back in shackles. The tone of the policeman seemed different as he prepared to receive an important person: “The Prince, the Prince has arrived!”

The sound gradually became closer, and a man asked amusingly, “Do you know who is talking to you?”

I kept silent while my neighbour answered, “No, we don’t know who you are.” I realised that my neighbor was my friend Mohammed Habib Al Mekdad.

The sound said again, “Sure you do not recognize my voice?”

Al Mekdad continued: no, he could not recognise it.

The sound reminded us again, “I was only separated by a wall between me and you in Al Safriya Palace. Here is Prince Nasser bin Hamad.”

We did not believe, until he held our heads and lifted our chins to the top, so that we can see him from under the blindfolded eyes.

We were shocked, a bolt out of the blue! What is the King’s son doing in the basement of the Fortress? Never before in history has the son of a king supervised the torture of his opponents by himself!

When he made certain that we knew him, he asked quietly, “Did you participate in the march that headed to Al Safriya Palace?”

Al Mekdad replied, “Yes.”

“What slogans did you chant?”

“The people raised the slogans.”

“Fine, and what slogans were raised by the people?”

Al Mekdad said, “The People Want the Downfall of the regime” and “Khalifa, Step down and Take Your Hands Off, as People Do Not Want You as a Prime Minster”, and “Sunni and Shiite are Brothers of This Country”.

Nasser said wickedly, “No, the slogan that you purposely have forgotten! You better remember!”

It did not take long for Al Mekdad to reply, saying “Down with [King] Hamad.”

Once Al Mekdad had finished saying the slogan, Nasser bin Hamad grabbed our heads and snapped them together. He shouted, “How dare you chant for the downfall of Hamad, and you are just scum.”

He started abusing us. He began to flog, beat, and kicked us everywhere, until he felt tired. He took a rest and drank water and then resumed the torture by pulling us by our hair and beards. No one else was involved in our torture and hence agony; they let him spill his rancour. He ordered the jailers to put our feet up to beat us. The torture continued for almost half a day until dawn.

[At that moment, Al Mekdad continued narrating the story]

They threw me in the corridor and as usual, after the torture session the food was ready, when I began to eat ,I was facing the wall. I heard Parweez screaming loudly,” O God, O God.”….Then I heard a creaking steel door open. I raised my head and turned it slowly to the side. The two policemen didn’t notice my move as their eyes were just like mine, fixated toward the sound.

I was able to see Parweez unconscious from the torture cell. He was bare-chested, exhausted, his feet were not able to carry him. The two policemen dragged him. Another policeman poured water on him to wake him up, but he did not.

There was someone who hit him from behind with a whip over his head and on his body. The two policemen wanted to throw him down the corridor, but a person commanded them to make him face the wall, I could see the torturer; he was Sheikh Nasser again. He kicked Parweez strongly and his body banged into the wall, he felt on the floor unconscious. When he noticed that Parweez did not feel the beating, Nasser left.

I was wondering if Nasser ran to his father to tell him how he was loyal to him by what he did to the scum as he put it! Did the King reward his son for the invaluable services of torturing us when he promoted his son Nasser to “colonel”, within two months of his visit to us?

Young barn owls ringed and weighed

This is a video about a barn owl nest where baby owls are hatching.

Tonight, the regional ornithological society went to ring young barn owls at a nest in a farmer’s barn near the Eempolder nature reserve. The society has been doing this research for 25 years.

There are six owlets in this nest. The ringing should be now, as the older chicks are about 60 days old and will fly away soon. The oldest chick which had been ringed earlier, has already flown away. Some young barn owls which can already fly, will return to the nest to get food from their parents.

The ladder goes up. Five owlets go from the nestbox into the bag.

Downstairs, one questions for the reearchers is: how long are their wings? Are they healthy? To find out, they are weighed. Yes, they are healthy. One weighs 340g.

The rings go around their legs.

One barn owl, ringed in this area, was later found in the Ukraine. Others in southern France and Spain. Barn owls do not have seasonal migration; but sometmes, they fly long distances until there is a place which they like.

One of the juvenile owls is a darker colour form than the others.

The youngest owlet is still downy, while the others are already all feathers. The youngest one is just 43 days old. The chicks do not hatch at the same time.

Six owlets is a good result. The maximum number of eggs in a barn owl nest is ten. This is a good year for barn owls, as there are many mice and voles. Probably, the juveniles in this nest, as it is still early for common voles, are eating wood mice and brown rats.

Barn owl nest numbers in this area vary a lot, depending on rodent numbers. Rodents can survive cold snowy winters by digging burrows. However, in wet winters, they drown.

Even in good rodent years, many barn owls may die. About 80% of dead barn owls found are victims of motor traffic.

Before the young owls are put back into the nest, the nest is cleaned. Probably, the parents will have a second clutch; maybe even a third clutch.

United States-trained Afghan rapists

This video says about itself:

It was the American General Petraeus’ idea to form a local police force in Afghanistan, a country that is riddled by violence. By funding, training and arming civilians, the Afghans would be able to defend themselves. But is it really such a good idea?

From the New York Times in the USA:

Rape case, in public, cites abuse by armed Afghan groups

By Alissa J. Rubin

New York Times

POSTED: 01:30 a.m. HST, Jun 02, 2012

KABUL, Afghanistan >> Lal Bibi is an 18-year-old rape victim who has taken a step rarely seen in Afghanistan: She has spoken out publicly against her tormentors, local militiamen, including several who have been identified as members of the U.S.-trained Afghan Local Police.

She says she was raped because her cousin offended a family linked to a local militia commander, who then had his men abduct her around May 17. She was chained to a wall, sexually assaulted and beaten for five days, she said.

A number of Afghan women who are victimized like Lal Bibi are later killed by their relatives because they believe the women have brought dishonor to the family. Extraordinarily, in this case, Lal Bibi’s relatives brought the battered girl to Kunduz Hospital, near their home in northern Afghanistan, and filed a complaint with the governor. They hoped for official justice even while holding out the possibility that her death might be the only way to restore the family’s honor.

“I am already a dead person,” she said in an interview, her voice breaking.

“If the people in government fail to bring these people to justice I am going to burn myself,” she said. “I don’t want to live with this stigma on my forehead. People will mock me if these men go unpunished, so I want every single one of them to be punished.”

In addition to stretching the bounds of conservative Afghan tradition, her plight is a test of the government’s willingness to challenge the impunity of the many armed groups operating in the country, in particular the Afghan Local Police, which provides security in Afghanistan’s rural expanses. These lightly trained and U.S.-backed security forces are considered by the U.S. military to be one of the best hopes of improving stability in remote areas, even as human rights groups and residents have linked some to abuses, especially in northern Afghanistan.

Like a number of areas in the north, Kunduz province has become a patchwork of armed militias with overlapping territories. In addition to the Afghan Local Police, who are attached to the government through the Interior Ministry, there are many freelance groups, as well as others financed by international forces to guard otherwise unsecured areas. In the past year, both official and unofficial armed groups in Kunduz province have been involved in abuses.

U.S. military officials said that as far as they could determine, members of the Afghan Local Police were not involved in abusing Lal Bibi, saying they hoped that justice would be done in any case. However, a number of the local authorities, including the governor, the military prosecutor for Kunduz, as well as the Afghan Local Police director for the province, said the men who had abducted her and beat her were ALP members.

Because of that government connection, the provincial military prosecutor has decided to take up her case. There were differing accounts of whether the man accused of raping her was a member of the ALP, but all agreed that his brother was a local commander in the force.

“All of the men are part of the first 300 ALP who were trained by the American Special Forces,” said the prosecutor, Gen. Mohammed Sharif Safi. “It is not the first time that they have committed such a horrible crime. All of them are a bunch of illiterate and uneducated bandits and thugs who go around harassing people.”

So far, two people have been arrested in the case, including Khudai Dad, who is accused of raping Lal Bibi, and his brother, Sakhi Dad, who is an Afghan Local Police member, according to the Kunduz governor’s office and the police officer in charge of the province’s ALP force, Col. Mohammed Shokur.

Not yet detained, however, is the chief suspect in Lal Bibi’s abduction, Cmdr. Muhammad Ishaq Nezaami, who disappeared shortly after she was grabbed.

He has a troubled past. He was arrested six months ago on charges of attempted rape in a different case but was cleared, Safi said, adding that he believed that powerful people intervened on Nezaami’s behalf. However, Shokur, the police official, said the charges were dropped in that case because of lack of evidence.

Lal Bibi is the youngest daughter in a Kuchi family, ethnic Pashtuns who are semi-nomadic herders. She and her family live in a tent in the scrub land outside the city of Kunduz and raise sheep for their livelihood.

Her nightmare began when a distant male cousin, Mohammed Issa, an Afghan Local Police member, started a relationship with a local girl. In one account, he tried unsuccessfully to elope with her. In another version, he contracted to marry her and then could not pay the bride price and fled. In either case, he was thought to have dishonored the father, who was furious and sought compensation.

Although Lal Bibi was only a cousin of the offender and in no way connected to the episode, in tribal justice one possible settlement would have been for her family to give Lal Bibi to the wronged girl’s family as payment, a practice known as baadal. But no tribal settlement was reached. Instead, Nezaami, the local ALP leader, came with armed men to her home and grabbed her, according to her and her family’s accounts.

“I was busy milking the sheep with my mother, and suddenly a car pulled up close to our tent,” Lal Bibi said. “They first grabbed my father and tied his hands, and then the armed men grabbed me and my mother from behind, and I didn’t know what happened and why they were there.”

She said that Nezaami’s men threw her into a truck and took her to the home of one of his subcommanders, Sakhi Dad, whose brother was the father of the girl whose honor was seen as compromised by Lal Bibi’s distant cousin.

She told the rest of the story in rushed gasps: She was chained to a wall, she said, and Khudai Dad raped her repeatedly. Other men came in and beat her.

“I would begin to scream every time one of them came into the room, because I knew they were going to beat me or rape me again,” she said.

The experience is written on her body, according to a report by the regional Kunduz Hospital. “The doctors found signs that she was beaten and tortured,” said Dr. Shukur Rahimi, the head of the hospital. And, there was physical evidence consistent with her account of being chained.

An examination confirmed that her hymen had been broken. That can be tantamount to a death sentence in Afghanistan, where women are considered fit to marry only if they are proved to be virgins on their wedding night. Some who fail that test are killed by relatives to restore the family’s honor.

In interviews, both Lal Bibi’s mother and grandfather said they were thinking of killing her unless justice was done, although the fact that they had come forward suggested that they were hoping that the government will prosecute the men and redress the wrongs done to her and her family through the legal system.

The girl’s grandfather, Hajji Rustam, who lives with the family, seemed torn between tribal traditions that require that a tarnished girl be killed and deep feeling for his granddaughter’s distress.

He said: “Put yourself in our shoes: What if somebody raped your daughter? I am sure when you see that no one is helping you to bring the culprits to justice, you will be ready to kill yourself, kill your daughter.”

Then, he looked over at his granddaughter, whom he has been staying with since the rape: “During the day, she sits and doesn’t talk and is silent for hours and suddenly she screams. Her soul has been broken, and she is a very sad person.”

Not all Kabul regime police in Kunduz province are US Special Forces-trained. Some are trained by other NATO countries’ forces, eg, from the Netherlands (who themselves do not always behave spotlessly to women). The police trainees get a really short police training, certainly not centered on helping old ladies cross roads or on arresting pickpockets or rapists, but on shooting. Thus making them in fact, cannon fodder for local warlords.

Good Sandwich tern news from Texel island

This video from Britain is called Sandwich terns return to RSPB Coquet Island.

Translated from Dutch conservation organization Natuurmonumenten:

Record number of Sandwich terns on Texel island

Friday, June 1, 2012

On Texel this year, up to 2900 couples of Sandwich terns nest, for the first time also in Ottersaat nature reserve. This is a fifth of the total breeding population in the Netherlands. The first chicks have already hatched.

The Sandwich tern is a seabird with long, narrow wings, with which it can soar well above the water. The Sandwich tern is recognizable by its black crest and its [black] bill with a small yellow dot at the end. In winter, most Sandwich terns migrate to Africa or southern Europe.

For a long time, bird island Griend was the stronghold of the Sandwich terns. In recent years, this protected species has also settled in other places in the Netherlands, including Texel. Since 2004, there is a breeding colony in nature reserve De Petten. This year for the first time these terns are nesting in two other areas on the island, in ‘t Stoar (an area next to the Petten) and Ottersaat (near Oudeschild village). Unlike the Sandwich terns of Texel, the species is not doing well everywhere. The Sandwich tern is not on the list of endangered species for nothing.

Are birds baby dinosaurs?

This video is called Bird Evolution and Adaptations.

From World Science:

Scientists: birds are just baby dinosaurs, in a way

May 31, 2012

Courtesy of The University of Texas at Austin and World Science staff

There’s a good rea­son birds are so much cut­er and less threat­en­ing than their scary an­ces­tors—the di­no­saurs—if new re­search is cor­rect.

It’s be­cause birds are in, in a sense, di­no­saurs stuck in ba­by mode.

“When we look at birds, we are ac­tu­ally look­ing at ju­ve­nile di­no­saurs” to a great de­gree, said Arkhat Abzhanov of Har­vard Uni­vers­ity, co-au­thor of a re­port on the find­ings.

Abzhanov and col­leagues an­a­lyzed doz­ens of bird and di­no­saur skulls. They found that rath­er than take years to reach sex­u­al matur­ity, as many di­no­saurs did, birds sped up the clock­—some spe­cies take as lit­tle as 12 weeks to ma­ture—al­low­ing them to re­tain the phys­i­cal char­ac­ter­is­tics of ba­by di­no­saurs.

The report ap­peared May 27 in an on­line edi­tion of the jour­nal Na­ture.

In ev­o­lu­tion, spe­cies change be­cause some char­ac­ter­is­tics are more use­ful than oth­ers in a given envi­ron­ment. Thus in­di­vid­u­als with more of those traits thrive, and through their off­spring, spread those fea­tures through a popula­t­ion. In­di­vid­u­als lack­ing those traits grad­u­ally drop out. As this goes on, spe­cies can even­tu­ally be­come nearly un­rec­og­niz­a­ble com­pared to their old selves.

Most ev­o­lu­tion­ary re­search has fo­cused on the phys­i­cal struc­ture of or­gan­isms, but “what is in­ter­est­ing about this re­search,” Abzhanov said, is that it il­lus­trates how great changes can oc­cur “simply by chang­ing the rel­a­tive tim­ing of events in a crea­ture’s de­vel­op­ment.” Thus, he added, “na­ture has pro­duced the mod­ern bird—an en­tirely new crea­ture and one that, with ap­prox­i­mately 10,000 spe­cies, is to­day the most suc­cess­ful group of land ver­te­brates on the plan­et.”

Di­no­saurs have long snouts and mouths bristling with teeth, while birds have pro­por­tion­ally larg­er eyes and brains. But what in­spired the study was the real­iz­a­tion that skulls of mod­ern birds and ju­ve­nile di­no­saurs show sur­pris­ing si­m­i­lar­ity, re­search­ers said.

“No one had told the big sto­ry of the ev­o­lu­tion of the bird head be­fore,” said Bhart-Anjan Bhullar, a Har­vard doc­tor­al stu­dent and first au­thor of the stu­dy. “There had been a num­ber of smaller stud­ies that fo­cused on par­tic­u­lar points of the anat­o­my, but no one had looked at the en­tire pic­ture. … When you do that, you see the ori­gins of the fea­tures that make the bird head spe­cial lie deep in the histo­ry of the ev­o­lu­tion of Ar­chosaurs, a group of an­i­mals that were the dom­i­nant, meat-eating an­i­mals for mil­lions of years.”

With col­leagues at The Uni­vers­ity of Tex­as at Aus­tin, the re­search­ers con­ducted CT scans on doz­ens of skulls, rang­ing from mod­ern birds to theropod­s—the di­no­saurs most closely re­lat­ed to birds—to early di­no­saur spe­cies. By mark­ing var­i­ous “land­marks” in the skull the scien­tists tracked how the over­all shape changed over mil­lions of years.

“We ex­am­ined skulls from the en­tire line­age that gave rise to mod­ern birds,” Abzhanov said. “We looked back ap­prox­i­mately 250 mil­lion years, to the Ar­chosaurs, the group which gave rise to crocodiles and al­li­ga­tors as well as mod­ern birds.”

It turned out, he said, that while early di­no­saurs, even those closely re­lat­ed to mod­ern birds, un­dergo vast struc­tur­al changes as they ma­ture, the skulls of ju­ve­nile and adult birds re­main re­markably sim­i­lar. In the case of mod­ern birds, Abzhanov said, the change is the re­sult of a pro­cess known as pro­ge­n­e­sis, which causes an an­i­mal to reach sex­u­al matur­ity ear­li­er.

“To really study some­thing you have to look at its whole ex­ist­ence, and un­der­stand that one por­tion of its life can be parceled out and made in­to the en­tire life­span of a new, and in this case, radic­ally suc­cess­ful or­gan­is­m,” Bhullar said.