The Elusive Pot of Gold
A F Dawood
The seventeen year old girl was in the death row of the prison,
ruminating the fate that had be fallen her. She is from a remote village
in Sri Lanka and had come to Saudi Arabia in search of the pot of gold
to provide the basic necessities to her family members as her family was
plagued with gruelling poverty. Her mind rushed through the corridors of
time to the past.
"Nafeeka, do your job well, we wish you all the best in the new
country." The parents blessed her. "I'm going to help the home
situation; I'll send home money." She said amidst tears. At the airport
the parents hugged and kissed their daughter, mingling their tears of
sorrow with hers. That was seven years ago.
She was assigned to the house of a millionaire merchant to look after
an year old infant-to-feed, clean, mop the floor and wash the baby and
the soiled nappies in addition to washing the pots and pans in the
kitchen. The seventeen year old housemaid was totally inexperienced in
baby care as she had been sent here by the job agent who had managed to
obtain her a forged passport indicating her age as twenty-three. Within
two months of her service here, destiny turned her fortune to
misfortune.
While she was bottle feeding, the infant became suffocated with the
milk and died. At that time there was none in the house; she raised
cries for a long time before she could attract the attention of the
neighbours; finally, when the parents arrived, there was a hullabaloo;
they beat the maid and handed over to the police.
The police questioned her in a language she did not understand and
she only shook her head in answer. She pleaded her innocence in her
language which nobody understood. She told in tears that she did not
kill the baby but the baby died because of suffocation. The matter went
to the Magistrate Court and the judgement was that she was condemned to
death by beheading. It was a tragedy of fact that the girl who went in
search of the pot of gold was committed to death by beheading.
For seven years she was in the death row. The country's Head made
representation to the sovereignty of the Arab state to redeem her life;
but all pleas and petitions failed to warm the cockles of the heart of
the Arab rulers. Several western countries and Asian Human Rights
Commission pleaded for clemency for the poor, innocent girl but their
entreaties fell on deaf ears.
The arrogant Arab authority was keen on executing the 'Sharia' law,
an eye for an eye penalty, though the charge of infanticide against her
was not proved beyond reasonable doubt. So day in and day out the poor
girl was confined within the gloomy walls of the cell invariably for
seven long years and very often than not she sank in the revery of
nostalgia.
"Mother, I like to work in a Middle East country." "Now can you go to
work, Nafeeka? You're still sixteen plus." "But there're ways of going,
mother; the agency said they'll help me."
"Now Nafeeka?" "They'll make a false birth certificate to show I'm
over eighteen years; but we've to pay about Rs 10,000 for the forged
birth certificate." "Where to find that money?" The mother questioned.
"You've to pawn your two bangles and chain to get the money." "My
bangles and chain?" The mother expressed surprise. "It's worth mother;
when I go there, I can send money and you can redeem it." Nafeeka
explained. "How much you can earn there for a month?" "About Rs 25,000
to 30,000. This money is enough for us to live comfortably." "Then
Nafeeka, what about your schooling?" "What schooling, mother? No frocks,
no shoes, no proper meals and father jobless."
"So will you help your brother and two younger sisters in their
education?" Her revery was pierced by a female guard's voice and she
came around. "Are you ready?" Nafeeka looked up and saw the guard
standing outside her cell, holding an apparel. Nafeeka remained silent
because she did not hear her properly. "Are you ready?" The guard
repeated the question. "To go to my country?" Nafeeka asked in
excitement and with a sense of exhilaration. She was aware that several
countries have pleaded on her behalf for clemency and thought that she
had been pardoned.
The guard shook her head and handed over to her along white gown and
disappeared. After a while the guard came and led her to an office where
there were male and female officials. One of the female officials asked;
"What do you like?" "I like to see my parents." "Today is your last day,
Do you know that?" Then a woman prison guard took Nafeeka's hands behind
her and handcuffed. "What're you doing to me?" Nafeeka questioned
weepingly. "According to 'Sharia' law you're sentenced to death. You
killed an infant." "I didn't come here to kill a baby; I came to earn
money and help my family." "But the baby died under your care." The baby
died of milk block; the cause of death was not certified by a doctor.
The 'Sharia' law had not proved me guilty of the crime." Nafeeka told
in between sobs. A male official intervened in the matter. "Why didn't
you tell these in the open court?" "The court proceeding was in Arabic.
I didn't know what was going on. Moreover there wasn't a lawyer from my
country to defend me and there wasn't a translator to tell my version in
the court. This was the injustice that happened to me". "We're helpless
to do anything," the same male official said. "I'm not frightened to
die, but I want to see my parents. Give me that last request" Nafeeka
pleaded in tears.
A black cloth was wrapped round her face and then she was marched to
an open area where the executioner was awaiting with some police
officers. There she was made to sit on a chair for a short time. A
female prison officer told her, "Now you can say your prayers or recite
any verse from the Quran:" Her sobbing was heard for sometime.
Thereafter the hapless girl was made to kneel down and stretch her body
forward. In an instant a shimmering, silver sword severed her head;
blood spattered; Nafeeka's body slumped in the pool of blood.
(This story is dedicated to Rizana Nafeek, a victim of allegation of
infanticide, and all those housemaids who have been tortured, tormented
and terrorized in Middle East countries).
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