Untold Stories

«Time is my worst enemy now”, Said Muhammed Fadel (59) says and fixes his eyes on something far above the dirty ceiling of his room in Cheid Cherif Center for landmine victims.

“We were on our way back to the front, and just started driving again after a tea break in the sand when it happened. The driver hit a rock and lost control over the vehicle. The dirt-road was cleared of landmines, the sides of it weren’t. So when the car left the track where others had driven before us we hit a powerful anti-tank mine. The explosion killed the driver instantly and injured the rest of us. I woke up two weeks later, like this.

Said lifts a deformed, trembling hand. His right arm is the only limb below his neck he can move. The dark room in the center for landmine victims has been Said’s home for…

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  1. Poor guy, this really makes me stop and think of all of the things in life there are to be grateful for. My heart goes out to victims of horrid circumstances that rob them of their potential lives.

  2. What really moves me about this horrific tale is that Said is smiling for you in the picture, Otto. How does one bring themselves to smile under such circumstances. It humbles me.

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