IN THE MORNING
At home in the morning, I called my friend and told her everything that had happened. I asked her if she had the phone number of the protection office at the UN. There was no answer when I called. I sent him a message to please call about something urgent. Ashraf at the protection office called me at ten a.m. from his office. I told him everything, and I told him about my evidence. He said it was good that I acted bravely. He gave me an address for a women’s rights organization. I went there and told them my entire story. They referred me to a lawyer named Mohammed Bayoumi.
It took a week for me to find my husband to get our residency document from him. When I told my husband what happened, he was very upset. Then he went to the district attorney’s office with a report. One attorney read the report for an hour and then said he could not do anything, and we would have to take our case to a higher level. We went to the chief of the district attorneys, and we worked with their office. I described the men, gave them the tissues, and gave them the car number. The lawyers asked me questions, and I answered until they were done.
I can trust the district attorney. When I went to file the report, the office was serious about it. He asked questions and summoned people and confronted them in front of me. He was very harsh and upset with the police. I trust the attorneys, because they took the tissues with the sperm and analyzed them and they have taken blood from the officers to analyze it. They showed me a lineup to identify the officers, and I was able to point them out. The three police have been suspended from their jobs since January this year, 2007.
The day after the attorneys confronted the police, there were police cars all over my neighborhood. They were asking for me. They wanted to take me to meet the head of the station and settle the matter now. I was not in the neighborhood when they came. A neighbor called my phone and asked if I had seen the police outside. I told her I was away and did not know. Another friend called and said the olice were going through the buildings looking for me.
The soldiers found my son Deng. They asked him about his mother. Deng’s friend whispered in the Dinka language that he should not answer. Deng does not really speak Dinka, but he understood and he shut up.
My friend Asunta called and came to where I was, outside the neighborhood. She told me I had to hide, and I became very scared. I called my lawyer Mohammed Bayoumi. Mohammed Bayoumi told me to hide anywhere I could, that police wanted to erase my case. I hid in Asunta’s home and thank God they did not find me. They knocked on the door, but Asunta opened the door wide andsmiled so they truster her when she said she was alone. If they had done a good search, they would have found me.
