Tuesday, 22 September 2015

An Adverse Tide…

(based on true events)

“We just found him lying down on the beach. He was pale.”, said Tony.
“I found him first. I was searching for a good background for our magazine’s cover pic and then I certainly found out that some boy was just trying to get hold of something.”, said Rohan.
“It was necessary. We were searching for a good location to shoot the most affected areas and then Rohan found out something and then you know the rest, right?”, Ashley asked me as I was asking them questions on behalf of my report.
We stopped the interaction for a moment and concentrated in our snacks and coffee. I said, “look guys, I need not to be sober with you but seriously I need your details about him. No offense but I don’t believe the story you all have provided. I mean, just think practically. A 6 years old boy! I mean, are you fucking kidding with me?” I didn’t know if I was rude or cranky but I was quite sure that I was a mess in that situation. Rohan said, “dude, you were just dreaming of being a journalist when we got the story. We found the boy. We saw what you didn’t. we helped him out while you were just enjoying some pogo channels with an uncle-chips in your hand and ordering your mother to clean your shit. So it’s good for you to talk with the boy directly as he is much younger than you.” I wasn’t ready for that. It was like has-been-kicked-out situation. I didn’t say nothing.
Merry stood up. She was one of the member of their crew. She told me to come outside of the room and join her with a beer. I was in a no condition to say ‘no’ to her as she was like the angel to me in that moment. I came out. Join her with a beer. Smiled at each other. She asked,” Why are you so angry with us?” I said that I am not. She asked again,” I think we hurt you in some ways.” I disagreed. Then she asked,” what do you know about Martunis?” I said, “Nothing except what you have written in your report and what wiki represents, more precisely, what google represents. I want to hear the truth Merry. For god’s sake please tell me the truth. Do you really think a 6 years old boy can survive Tsunami? If your answer is a YES then I must say you guys are nothing but love freaking people out.” Merry kept silent for a minute. She then sighed and told something. Something even I dared to question.
“It is always a tough thing to fight with nature. It was 26th December, 2004. An earthquake triggered an epic tsunami in the Indian Ocean that crashed against the shores of 14 countries. Some 230,000 people were killed by the merciless wave. One of the hardest-hit spot was Banda Aceh, a city on the northern tip of the Indonesian island of Sumatra. We couldn’t reach to the affected area as all area was sealed. A lot of life were sacrificed that day. We reached to the area on the afternoon of 16th January, 2005. Rohan was searching for a background to make a cover picture of our report. Suddenly he cried out like ‘somebody is out there! help!’ we all ran. We mean the four of us. Reached to the spot where Rohan arrived earlier. We saw a boy. A pale, black boy, murmuring something what we didn’t understand.”
“We took him to a local hospital. We found out that there was some kind of fair of injured people was going on. In some ways, Ashley managed a doctor and we handover the boy to the authority. After an hour or so a nurse came to the waiting room and asked for us. We went. The doctor said that a proper digestion would be the perfect medicine for him though he gave some injections and a saline was on. The boy was unable to talk. But after a week of complete digestion we, after completing collecting data for our report visited the boy and then found that the boy was attended by an organization who save children and they brought him his family back. We went to their home. His father Sarbini welcomed and thanked us. I was pretty much exhausted of being excited to hear the miracle boy’s voice as the doctor said that a day later he would have been died.”
“I asked him,’ what is your name son?’ the boy replied,’ my name is Rui Costa.’ Rohan smiled and later I came to know that Rui Costa was the name of the captain of Portugal Football team. Sarbini smiled and said,’ he is his favourite player. His name is Martunis. Tony asked him,’ Martunis, how long have you been in the beaches of Indonesian City?’ Martunis replied,’ I don’t remember the time. I just remembered that I found myself on the beach after baba told me to go for a sleep.’ Sarbini told that it was 26th December when he lost his son. We calculated. About 21 days the boy survived. ‘how did you? Were you not afraid?’ I asked. He said, ‘I was not afraid. Because I had Rui Costa with me. I saw him how single-handedly he reached his goals. Lots of tide came to melt him down but he stood up every time and celebrated after scoring. My goal was to see my baba and play football for my country. Yes, I was hungry but there was no lack of food. I ate scavenging packs of dry noodles and polluted rain water. So what? I reached my goal. I celebrated a lot. I will play for my country some days. Thanks to you. You assisted me to score my goal.’ He smiled and ran away with a football in his hand.”
“We came back. Published the report. Highlighted Martunis incident and guess what, moved by the child's plight, Portugal's soccer federation donated some 40,000 euros to build Martunis and his surviving family a new house. Cristiano Ronaldo, now a global superstar but then still a rising talent, paid Martunis a visit in 2005 and met him a few instances thereafter. He was given an audience by the Portuguese national team and even FIFA President Sepp Blatter.”
I remained silent for the whole time. Merry stood up as others were on their way back. I gained my consciousness and asked, “but why did Martunis said that he had Rui Costa with him during his survival?” Merry replied, “when Rohan found the boy, Martunis, he was trying to get hold of something. It was a t-shirt pictured with a footballer. It was his t-shirt that somehow tore. I didn’t know him then. I know him now. It was a picture of Rui Costa.” Merry left.
In July 2015, he was confirmed as a Sporting Clube De Portugal player. Speaking about the team, Martunis said that it is "a dream come true" and that he wants to follow the footsteps of Cristiano Ronaldo. The club's president stated that he will play for the Under-19 team.
After visiting Martunis CR7 said, "I believe that many adults would not even be able to deal with what he has gone through. We must respect him. This was an act of strength and maturity. He's a special kid."
Yes, indeed. Martunis was with Costa that whole time. He was not like one of the affected of the Tsunami. It was not 21 days for him. There was no strong sunlight or hard tides that touched the beach. For Martunis, it was a playground, where he was playing football, defending his goal against all the odds. He intended for a 90 minutes’ match which just got past 21 days to win the match and he, indeed, celebrated.



Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Reporting from prison...


“As a prominent Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish said ‘for me freedom is to be what they don’t want me to be’, I do follow his words and here lies the mystery of my success story.”
 30 years ago a simple couple, a man who was a floor-layer and a woman who was a nursery school teacher, decided not to have any further kids having 2 already for the sake of their poor economic condition. 9 months later, a girl was born and was meant to break all the barriers starting from breaking the oath of the couple. The fortune of a nation went on to grow in the narrow lanes of Palestine and no one even noticed it then unless she meant it.
From the age of almost 10, she was given the name ‘tomboy’ by the neighborhood. As she started juggling the football along with the boys. In Palestine, football was not a game of girls at that time, it was kind of a boy’s occupational hazard. But still, none would have dared to stop the tomboy from playing football, not even his father. She got herself injured and being scolded by her father but then came up with new injuries and again a bunch of father’s scolding. All was in vain. She was not to be stopped until she wanted to st…
Uhhh…enough! Look, seriously I hate this job. This writing thing. But in fact, today, I mean, tonight if I don’t write it down, I would be ashamed of myself for not having it written. This was meant to be a biography but this woman shouldn’t be kept in such a jerk way of explaining a character. Let me put some questions to you and as it is not an fb chat-box, I’m gonna answer it afterwards. Here we go,
  1.         What does prison mean to you?
  2.        .How does it feel being in a prison from birth to death?
  3.         Can you end up yourself having the greatest test of happiness staying within the prison?

Well, it may seem awkward but the answer of the three questions is a one simple name. But before that, let’s detour. In 1980’s Palestine was a place of war. A woman of that time in that place meant to be a prisoner in her own state. She couldn’t even go to give the most valuable exam of her career just because of some raid as there was shooting all around the corner of the city. They have to go to the university in ambulances. I am talking about Bethlehem. You may seem that prison means a room behind some iron bars but for the then Palestinians it was there home. If you were born in that culture, you were in prison. If you were born in a Palestinian family, you were in prison. If you were born here, you would die in prison. Here lies the answer of my first question and for the second one, I guess I don’t need to answer that one.
For the third one it needs a legend to act, a warrior to perform and a soldier to fight against the odds. What if I say our ‘tomboy’, in 2003, ended up having 5 girls playing football and winning the University Champion’s cup? What if I say, the prisoner of having been prisoned along with her parents and other 4 brothers and sisters ended up becoming a captain of a women’s national football team? And what if I say, she didn’t able to play her first match and was unable to attend any matches for her team consistently for the next year also? Yes, it hurts! It hurts when you feel so high and suddenly fall from sky. Although as she suffered from her injuries in 2009, she started telecasting kids football show. She caught up with the FIFA and later on became an important member of FIFA.
Starting with 5 girls, the ‘tomboy’ ended up creating a national football team of 20 women in the side. Now, in 2014-15 season, Palestine is witnessing over a hundred women soccer player from almost 19 clubs. It was a start from the end. A journey from the ashes. A heist from the nil.
Now, guess who I was talking about. She, who made the prison a detour of a new era, is none other than, the ‘tomboy’ of the neighborhood in Bethlehem, Honey Thaljieh, captain of the Palestine Women’s Football team.
I’m writing this as I was youtubing and ended up having listened and became overwhelmed by her last words of a 16 minutes’ speech of her in Zurich in 2014. Though it wasn’t her own words but the way she applied the words in her own life made me wonder that how on earth can this not be her own words?

“…for me freedom is to be what they don’t want me to be…”