Hi
my dear friends and warm greetings to everyone. It’s been months I have been idle
and not posted anything in my blog and I was waiting for someday to write this
up and I got some time yesterday to start with and here it goes. My most memorable
incident in my life. Everyone will have their own. But just read mine which is
something different which u could have seen in movies. No hype. Okie as all
know and for the fresh chaps, my name is JS and I work for Voltas
Limited IOBG (Indian MNC) in Doha-Qatar for past 3 years right after my
college. Coming to the topic, right from my childhood through school, college
and corporate life I have encountered this question several times. But I was
not able to think immediately of any good / bad unforgettable incident in my
life. Because most were my pleasant ones and indeed there were many. But after
December 13, 2009 I had/have an answer which was/is a deterrent example to many
who enter, survive and live here in middle-east. Let me stop the intro and
narrate what exactly happened.
I
returned back from my one month enjoyable vacation on December 1st
week. In last minute hurry-burry, my relative chipped in a parcel with me to
send it to Dubai-UAE from Doha. I was unaware of the stuff, the package has got
within. She executed it thru’ me, as it takes minimum 20 days if she sends it
from India to Dubai. So to cut short, she told me to send it from Doha as it
reaches within 4-5 days reducing quite good count of days.
After
arriving here, I mailed to Dubai thru’ Q-post and forgot the same. After 2 days
(i.e.) on 13th December, 2009, I got a call from Qatar Customs
Authority and was told that my parcel was not sent and kept on hold. Actually
they called me for a formal enquiry. To note here, during that period I was
working on a US Air-Base project at Al-Udeid, one of the prestigious projects
for Voltas in Doha-Qatar. For security reasons, we have to submit our Qatar ID
card (so called Pathaka) at the entrance with US Army. Knowing that I was going
to customs and will return back, the security didn’t return the ID card back
and I went along without my pathaka.
Once
I reached customs office, they opened the parcel in front of me and they found
“Taaveez” inside. It’s also called Tabiz, Thayath or kavacha. Most of the
people in India know about it. Let me explain to those who don’t know about it.
Taaveez is a hollow cylinder with different stuff inside like verses from some
holy book or some object that is believed to protect from evil eyes. The so-called
belief put my life on stake that day.
On
ascertaining the same, the custom officers discussed among themselves in Arabic
language. I was so lucky (!!!!) that I doesn’t know to speak or understand
Arabic. Then they asked me the Qatar ID which I was not carrying with. They
looked at me fiercely and started to ask questions in Arabic. I was just left
amused. After almost 30 minutes, they came up with 3-4 papers written
completely in Arabic for my signature and I was literally forced to sign it
without knowing the content. Then around 11 AM, they nobbled and switched off
my mobile and took me to Airport Police station and asked me to wait. At that
moment, I thought they got me hold back, as I was not carrying my Qatar ID.
Time
passed and I was left hungry until 3 PM. The officer-in-charge gave me my
mobile and asked me not to switch-on. But as I thought if I call someone at
office, they may bring the ID card, I brought my phone back to life. Thank GOD,
luckily my phone was amply charged and I contacted my office and asked them to
send me the ID card with the driver. Then I was just waiting for my driver’s
arrival thinking that everything will be over soon, unaware of the proceedings
over there.
Around
3:30 PM, 3-4 Qatar ISF Police (Internal Security Force) came and manacled me
hyping situation black and white. I was taken along with 3-4 cops thru’ the
airport arrival terminal with hand-cuffs to the police car. From there they
drove me to Capital security Department and I was put up in a prison cell.
Immediately I contacted our head-office and explained my situation. By that
time our company PRO (Public Relation officer) was carrying my Qatar ID to
Airport, wherein I called him and diverted him to capital security dept.
After
20-25 minutes, they took me again to Messaimer Police station which is around
15 Kms from the main city and was put behind bars. Until now I just believed
that, all these are happening because I was not carrying my Qatar ID. Around 6
PM, my PRO reached there and submitted my Qatar ID. But the police officials
were not ready to release me. My PRO conversed in Arabic with them and finally
told me that, I have been arrested for carrying that “taveez” and this is my
personal issue and company can’t help it out. In middle-east, particularly Saudi
Arabia and Qatar were strict in following the religious principles. Belief in
“GOD is one and there are no channels to reach him, only our prayers can reach
him”. Being a Muslim I know all these, however they were not ready to believe
me whatever I say, probably they didn’t understand English. And I was shocked
when my PRO told me that the custom officials have reported me as a “magic
man”. At that moment, I understood the heat of the situation and things have
gone worse than I expected. My PRO told me that they will put me behind bars
for 1 or 2 months and they will deport me back to India.
Realizing
my situation, I called my uncle who was residing with his family in Qatar and
explained him the whole story in detail and asked him if he can help me out.
The cell which I was locked up was fully air-conditioned with required lighting
with attached bathroom. It had a small ventilation hole at the top and the door
was shielded with steel plate. I can’t control my tears and was visualizing the
aftermath. My uncle came with his friends and a imam who knows Arabic at around
9 PM. They can’t do anything as the police has already filed a country crime
offence against me and asked them to meet me at Public Prosecution (Court) the
next day.
I
was left aloft and was just praying to God to help me out who was my only hope.
At around 12 AM midnight, they took me out and luckily I got one cop who
understands a bit English. I explained him that I was unaware of the stuff
inside and added that If I had known it earlier, I wouldn’t have taken along
with me. He converted my words into Arabic sentences with his little bit
English knowledge. Until that time they didn’t provide me anything to eat or
drink. And was denied to drink water also. That night went like hell.
Next
day early morning, I was again asked for signatures which left me totally
discombobulated. I was left both physically and mentally debile. Around 7:30 AM
I got a cake to eat. Then by 8 AM, I was again hand-cuffed and taken to Public
Prosecution. We reached there around 8:30 AM and was again put up behind bars
over there until 11 AM. Then I was ready to be taken in front of Judge. Just
before that, I saw my uncle with his friends who hold higher positions in Qatar
government.
Right
from the point where it started from customs office and till court, no-one knew
English and I understood the importance of local country language. Goodness,
the Judge also doesn’t know English and I requested for a translator. They were
told that am a “Mohandis” (engineer) and I told the judge what happened
actually. Translator did his job perfectly it seems. After around 20 minutes,
judge told something in Arabic. Later I got translated it as, that was the last
excuse being given to me and if I get caught in some other issues within the country,
I will deported immediately.
Then
around 2 PM, they took me back to police station for legal procedures and was
put up in cell until 4:30 PM. I could see them conversing angrily and starring
at me with anger. They were not happy with my release. Around 5 PM, I signed on
all papers whatever and wherever they shown. The cop told me “Good Luck” like
the villain in “Taken” movie and was finally released completely.
I
was just thinking about the incident for so many days which I couldn’t forget
and however recovered with help of my friends. My family was informed that
night and everyone in my family was left disturbed for next one week. I thought
to share this with all, as each and everyone will be visiting new places and
countries as they wish, despite not aware of the local rules and regulations
ending up in strange incidents which happened to me.
Cheers
guys. Do share if you have got some different, strange, good or bitter
experiences like this in your life.
Will
be back soon with some interesting stuff.