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Saddam Hussein — Part 1
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men. We were sitting in [family] groups, me
with my relatives and the others with their
relatives. No one dared to speak to the
other groups.
Toward the end of the second day, the evening of March
18, 1991, the detainees in the big hall were taken outside and
lined up in the yard of the compound. “They brought some
blankets which they ripped and they tied our hands and
blindfolded us with those,” recalled. “They covered
our eyes and put us inside some TATA buses looted from Kuwait.
We were between 45 and 50 people on each bus. It was very
crowded, ther ch chair.” [HRW interview
After the detainees were loaded on the buses, they were
told that there were some checkpoints on the road, and th i
asked, they should say they were going to Baghdad.
who could see a bit through the blanket covering his eyes,
recounted the route taken by the bus:
There was an asphalt road from the door of
the military camp. Then we turned off into a
remote, dusty dirt road, an agricultural
road. We turned off the main road, and I
didn’t know where we were going. I was
sitting on the bus at the chair near the
window. There was an abandoned canal, I was
sitting on that side of the bus....I couldn’t
see clearly, but there was a building—later,
when I looked [after the executions], it was
a brick factory.
Almost as soon as the buses stopped, the executions
began. People were pulled off the buses, thrown in a pre-dug
pit, machine-gunned, and then buried with a bulldozer. AL-
HUSSEINI told HRW how he survived:
When they started taking us off the bus, some
of us began reciting the shahada [Muslim
declaration of faith]. My mother told me,
“Repeat the shahada, because we are about to
die.” I heard the shouting of the children.
We grabbed each other's hands, me, my mother,
my cousin, and my uncle. They pulled us, we
were all together. They threw us into the
dug-out grave. When I fell down, there were
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